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Angela Chase ([personal profile] chasingangela) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-03-08 09:08 pm

Gym, Wednesday evening

Angela's muscles were a little cramped from the bus ride, so she decided to yank on her workout clothes and head down to the gym.

She contemplated the weight circuit and the exercise bike before getting on an elliptical runner. She had Nirvana, loud, on her headphones and was contemplating what she wanted to do during her days at home.

[OOC: Come sweat with me!]

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna had been basically living at the gym for the past day, with short breaks for food. Sometimes. If a punching bag could cry, it would have done so upon seeing Alanna.

Alanna nodded at Angela and went to her new favorite hobby of beating up the punching bag.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I've named it Jon." Alanna explained, while continuing to punch the bag. "If I'm lucky, he can feel every single punch." She punctuated the last word with a kick.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna's answer was composed completely of colorful vocabulary strung together into an almost gramatically correct sentance. She took a breath and stopped the punching bag from moving. "No. Jon. Crown Prince Jon of Conte. At home." Kick, punch, jab.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna offerred up a few more colorful adjectives to describe Jon. "Among other things, yes." She launched a rather vicious punch at the 'head'. "I wish the bastard felt that one."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's lovely to arrive at home and discover one's friends are making bets about who ones, um, suitor person, is sleeping with. Even if said friends are happily unaware of anything that might be happening underneath their noses. And then being bloody expected to act civilly and normally and not letting anyone know that you have just had a row with the Crown Prince not because you don't approve of his latest girl-friend but because you two just broke up. Violently." Alanna's explanation was punctuated with jabs at the bag. "And the vase? Did not get knocked over by me because I was klumsy. It got knocked over by me because it went flying at Jon's bloody head. And would have hit had the bastard not ducked."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna laughed dryly. "Lady Delia is far from being my 'best friend'. The little-" The words that had been before aimed at Jon were now aimed at Delia. Alanna had quite an arsenal of curse words at her use when necessary. "And yes, it is a bit hard. Seeing as how everyone thinks I'm a boy." Poor bag. What did it ever do to Alanna?

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, still. And I'm hoping that only until I get my shield. Then I'll...figure something out. Temporary leaving the capital will probably be part of the plan." Kick, jab, punch, repeat. "And ugh, I feel the pain. Delia is." Alanna stopped for a moment to find the right words. "Tall, blonde, blue-eyed slut who realizes that her beauty can get her into the beds, and lives, of Tortall's wealthiest and most prominent sons." Another pause and a short laugh. "She kind of missed when trying to make me fall in love with her. And damn, she spent a lot of energy on that project." Back to killing the bag.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Parker's still giggling from what she and Rory did to Xander occasionally when she comes in to work out the last of her travel lag. "Hey Angela. Alanna."

She starts stretching carefully, then slowly starts to move through her aikido blocks and kicks, at about half-speed.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Parker paused for a moment, then said, "In what sense? They have bad fashion sense, they look horrible when they wake up, and most of them have no idea how to cry their way out of a ticket or other trouble. Give me something specific to work with."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"They can sleep around, cheat on their girlfriends, and not be called sluts? Though that goes for the girls they sleep around with sometimes too." Kick, jab, punch, repeat.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, that." Parker punched out, snake-fast, then did a high-to-low block. "Honest answer?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Poor bag, it wasn't going to make it through the night, was it? "Yes please. I'm tired to the bone of being lied to by." And Alanna went back to her usual language of cussing.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Parker shrugged, then did a series of side-kicks. "Guys don't like specific girls until they've slept with them at least twice. And most of them are two chicken to risk that, so they stop after once. It's chemical. So, combination of bad chemistry and emotional gutlessness." She side-kicked the other way. "They get away with not getting called on it because women are the opposite. And cut them too much slack." She paused. "Well, most women. I wouldn't include me in either category."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Marty walks into the gym and heads towards the weight machines. "Hey girls. How's life?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna glanced at the new comer. Male. Marty was greated with a long string of explicitives that insulted everything ranging from his looks to his parantage and took a swipe at his hometown along the way.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-03-09 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry? Did I say something wrong?"

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