The Gym - Friday Morning

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter had woken up later than expected, but he figured he might as well get a good start to the day.  Not finding anyone in the gym, he began punching the heavy bag using quick but forceful strikes.  Jab-Jab-cross, jab-jab-right hook, cross-cross-cross.

He was wearing his nametag prominently displayed.  It said "English Peter" in boldly marked letters.



OOC - Open for all your gym needs.  I might end up on slowplay for a bit

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[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Still wearing the nametag that read RUPERT, Tyler went to the gym. He nodded to the boy in the tunic as he started a run on the treadmill.

"Getting some frustrations out?" he asked.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"It insulted my sister," Peter said, grinning.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Then kill it," Tyler shrugged, quickening his pace.

"You another new one?"

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter threw a final punch and caught the bag as it swung back at him. "I am - Peter Pevensie." He bowed. "Not the Peter who was apparently naked in the halls yesterday if you listened to the radio." He looked at the other boy's nametag. "Is Rupert a joke or did your parents hate you?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"They might have, but Rupert's a joke," Tyler admitted. "It's Tyler."

"You're sharp, English Peter Pevensie."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I have to be careful or I cut myself."

"Good to meet you, Tyler. What's your story?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I'm a delusion," Tyler said, nonchalantly. "I don't actually exist."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"You don't say? And yet, you think - or you process thoughts in such a way as to form a reasonable conclusion. Therefore you are, or so some philosopher would have us believe." Peter sounded unconcerned.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Again with the sharp," Tyler said. "But what if part of the delusion is that I think?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth smiled slightly at the nametags as she entered the gym and headed straight for the treadmill. "Hi, English Peter, Rupert."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter bowed. "Good morning, m'lady."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth glanced, and grinned slightly. "It's Elizabeth," she said. "No lady required."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Elizabeth, then. Good to meet you, Elizabeth." Peter walked over to the cupboards to try to find the rattan sword he'd been using yesterday.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"And you," Elizabeth nodded, programing in the speed and inclination on the machine. "Where in England are you from? And do I need to ask when as well?"

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"London mostly," Peter said as he found "his" sword and began catching it to make sure the canes were still all completely attached. Having a cane fly and poke somebody's eye out didn't seem like the best introduction ever. "I don't know if you need to ask it, but it's certainly a question that's been asked a bit so I have a quick and dirty answer." He grinned quickly.

"My siblings and I were sent out of London during the Blitz. There was an alternate reality of some sort that we ended up in and lived there until just a few days ago."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"London's a great place," Elizabeth nodded. She smiled as she started to jog slowly, listening to his quick and dirty answer. "Although you know a completely different London to me!" She glanced back at him, curious. "Is that why you called me 'Lady' when I first came in?"

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I really 'know' London at all, but it is a great city."

"Quite right, you are. It was a less modern land - almost feudal in structure, and the courtesies are easily picked up, but not so easily lost. I wouldn't quite feel right disgarding them by the wayside."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After what Alec had told him the night before, Dean decided it wouldn't hurt to make a little effort to keep in top fighting shape, so he headed down to the gym, wearing the "NOT ALEC" nametag.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter waved from where he was doing sword drills on the mats. "Morning, Not Alec."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "It's actually Dean. Morning." He walked over to the edge of the mats and watched the other boy for a minute. "You're pretty good."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"I'm Peter Pevensie. Do you often get called Alec?" Peter paused for a moment. "Thank you. Do you fight? There are other practice blades in that cupboard."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to head of any misidentification before it happens. Alec looks exactly like me so it'll happen." He headed over to the cupboard that Peter had indicated. "I'm more comfortable with guns, but I've played with blades a time or two."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"And I thought I had trouble being one of three Peters." Peter grinned in sympathy. "I've only seen guns in the movies. But I'll assume they're not really like that at all since swordwork in movies can't be trusted."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure if you can trust anything in movies to be like it is in real life," Dean said, trying out a few of the blades in the cupboard until he found one that seemed the right balance. "Where are you from, Peter? England, I'm guessing from the accent, but beyond that..."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"You're most likely right about that. Originally from London, circa 1940. Now I live in a place that's basically 14th century Europe minus the plagues and most of the dirt but with magic. What about you, Dean? With the guns, I'd guess American."