ext_100473 ([identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-03-02 09:29 am
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The Gym, Thursday, 3rd period

It's Thursday after Speech, which means it's time for the gym. After stretching, and some time on the trainer, Isabel moved on to bag. In between punches, she's trying out some of the kicks she's seen people do. She's not particularly graceful, and there's definitely some flailing. But at least she's not falling on her ass. And if she's getting some satisfaction out of imagining hitting whoever or whatever is responsible for the bouncing? She'll never tell.



[Open for all your gym needs. I'll be AFK for a bit around 10 but then I'll be back.]
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[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yo," Cameron says although he's not in the best of moods.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey," she said absently as she hit the bag.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He just nods and because she's working the punching bag, he moves to one of the weight lifting machines to work on there.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ten minutes later, she gave a final series of hits and kicks and then stopped. Stripping off the gloves, she threw them to the side. "Well that didn't help."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Help what?" He asks, voice gruff as he's really laying into the exercise.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm just cranky," she said as she spread her towel out on the bench next to him and stretched out. "I thought hitting something for a while would make me feel better."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"It usually does," he only stops long enough to add to the weights. The punching bag looks very tempting, but he ignores it for now.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not this time." She sighed.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry," he says and after a while, "What's wrong?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"The bouncing is really starting to piss me off. And do not laugh," she said seriously. "Because it's really not funny anymore."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I won't, I'm getting tired of black and white." He's slightly out of breath by now. "Have you considered padding?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"It won't stop it from happening," she said. "So it doesn't help."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay," he frowns. "I ran out of ideas."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"You and me both, Cam. You and me both." She closed her eyes and sighed. "I know that more then likely it's some temporary weirdness. And that it'll disappear just as quickly. But it doesn't make the now any better."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Think chocolate might help?" He's offered it once today, not that it exactly got him anywhere. He grits his teeth and speeds up.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, but no. Not now." She opened her eyes and watched what he was doing. "It's stupid, but all I really want is to just sit down."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you going to kill me if I suggest you get smeone to sit on you?" He asked and maybe he was smiling just a little bit.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you volunteering?" she asked sweetly. Of course the sweet tone was completely at odds with the death glare she gave him.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Too bad Cameron is not really looking at her and is completely focussed on the exercises. "Maybe."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel beat her head against the bench.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
That got him to glance over. "What?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing, absolutely nothing..."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He sighed and blocked the weight before sitting up. "I'm sorry. I'm just... not in a good place right now and I'm not entirely sure I should be allowed to talk to anyone at the moment."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I'm cranky and grumpy myself. God we're a good combination." She propped her head up on her hand and studied him. "So what's your story?"

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He shook his head and got up. "Nothing new," he said simply as he rolled his shoulders and went to pick up a pair of gloves.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel pushed up to her feet and was waiting by the bag when he got back. "You sure? I thought you'd be glad that Aeryn was back."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am," he didn't look at her as he started punching the bag. It was easy to fall into rythm, but his hand still hurt from hitting the wall. He ignored it.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know what Cam? I'm trying to be nice. I'm trying to be concerned. I'm trying to be a friend." She pushed her hair back in frustration. "Obviously it's not helping. It doesn't matter, or you just don't care. So I'm going to leave now." Isabel opened her mouth to say something else and then shut it, turning on her heel to leave.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
His only response was to kick at the bag.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-02 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel left and didn't look back.
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