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Gym: Early Evening...

Marty's bored.

So after finishing his class for the day, he grabs a gatorade and heads to the gym to start his workout.

No he's not humming "Eye of the Tiger" as he starts punching the body bag.

Really.

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Alanna saluted Marty with her sword and began to go through a series of exercises.

Marty saluted back and watched the sword exercises warily. The last time he showed up in the gym? Alanna was not exactly a happy camper.

"Um... How are you Alanna?" he asked casually.

"Tired but not homicidal." Alanna reasured him.

"Always a good thing," Marty replied. "Um... the not being homicidal part."

"So I've been told, yeah. D'you have fun at prom?"

A small smile crossed Marty's face. "Actually I did. And also? Didn't kill anyone. That's a bonus in my book."

"Oh for sure. That and no fights, explosions, or fires."

"Yeah... it was a little dull. Oh well. There's always graduation. Maybe a giant demon will attack and we'll have to defend ourselves like in that episode of Wendy the Werewolf Hunter."

Alanna froze with her sword held up. "...I kind of hate you right now."

"Oh like that's *really* going to happen."

"Marty? This is Fandom. Anything can happen."

"Please. Giant demon attacking graduation? That's a stretch for this place. I got twenty bucks that says we won't be attacked on graduation day."

Alanna pondered this. "You can't denie that at least something insane has to happen."

"Well, yeah. I'm just saying my money is on it not being a giant demon."

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Parker came in a bit later, and began going through her aikido routines.

She might have looked at Alanna a little nervously, out of the corner of her eye.

"Hey Parker. How're things with you?"

"Stressed." Parker wiped the back of her forehead with her wrist, and rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to do that 'centering' thing. Studying for Finals is kicking my ass." She aimed a few more punches and blocks, took a breath, then said. "How are you doing?"

Marty finished of his bench presses and went to do some hanging curls. "Surprisingly I'm not that stressed. I guess since I was almost gone three weeks and have missed most of class and I'm doomed to fail all my exams? Kind of takes the tension out of the situation."

"Heh. Maybe they'll let you take incompletes, finish up this summer?" Parker cocked an eyebrow, and loosened her shoulders. "I signed up for five classes and an independent study, thinking some of the teachers would leave before the end of the semester, but no. I picked the ones that all made it through 'til the end. I am only taking three classes next semester, no matter what."

"I don't know. I'm pretty sure I failed creative writing and sociology, so I'll probably have to take that next semester. I think I'm okay with Music and ACJ. US Government could be iffy depending on how hard Professor Lyman," Marty said with a sigh. "I may have to take five classes next semester just to graduate. Though I'd prefer to do three."

"So enjoy your summer while you can, then. Go back to Pittsburgh with Angela, come back here for the last half of the summer, and head into Senior year ready to get out of here." Parker grinned, then slowly kicked her way across the mat. "And Dr. Grissom is cool--- maybe he'll pass you, especially since he isn't coming back."

"I hope he passes me. I really like his class," Marty said with sullen expression. "And I'm not so sure I want to leave this place. It's the first place that I've ever felt truly at home. I guess that will change when most of my friends leave here next year."

Parker stopped kicking, then turned, eyebrows raised. "You could get a job in town, I guess. Work at Empire until you're as old as Rob Gordon." She shook her head. "There's other places to go after high school." Then she looked back at the mirror across from the mat. "But I know what you mean. If I could take everyone with me to Harvard...."

"Yeah... we all know who that would be," Marty said with a sly grin. "And me running a record store? Maybe if they kicked me out of school."

Parker rolled her eyes but didn't deny the first part of his statement, then grinned. "So? At least we can always come back here later, and visit during Homecoming, or write to Professor Tick and find out how the next set of students is doing. I'm either going to law school or running my father's company. Either way, I'll be better prepared because of this place."

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