fandomhighdorms | The Gym, Monday Evening, around 8;00 pm

Entry tags:

The Gym, Monday Evening, around 8;00 pm

Sakurazaki was eager to learn about the gym, and to take advantage of its utilities to satiate her nightly need for excursion and training. Her eyes scanned the equipment thoughtfully...some bars and the punching bags intrigued her more, but she wanted something close to the door to serve her purposes. The bars would work. Setting herself underneath them, she leaps up to one of the low ones (being short as she is), and begins a strong set of chin-ups. She might not be able to train traditionally, but these woudl be great for her sword arm.

[[OOC: she's waiting for someone, but, of course, it's open for all your late night gym needs....assuming the gym is okay to use during late hours, that is...*newbie flail*]]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

She begins to feel herself tilting forward from the momentum, but she uses it to toss herself into a flip, kicking her legs up over her eyes and channeling up the natural ability to sort of soar to help her over. She lands facing Ranma, letting out a deep breath, and setting herself up for the defensive again.

...She chooses the defensive partly because she's starting to get too winded to charge forward anymore. She's starting to think she needs more work on this than she originally thought.

Ranma goes as if to punch with his left but it was just a distraction as he flicks her in the nose lightly with his right hand. //Hah! An opening!// He gives a mischevious grin, playing with her more than fighting.

First, Sakurazaki is surprised. Second, she's infuriated. //"Hey!"// Her eyes narrow. The third emotion registers: a need for revenge.

//"If you're going to play like that....!"//

With quick, shuffling steps, she creates some distance between them, backing up. And then she charges forward, throwing her shoulders down, head down, arms ready to wrap around him and tackle him down as she barrels into him, a shout propelling her the entire way.

Ranma, not expecting this AT ALL, is actually plowed into and lands on his back with her ontop of him. He's beet red in moments, people are never so close to him. Especially people who are girls. He reacts much like a frightened grade schooler running from cooties and he flails his arms. //Setsuna-san!//

Oddly enough, Sakurazaki responds in almost the exact same way. She really didn't know what came over her; she was pursuing a moment and had completely lost her sense of decency in the process. The moment she heard that high pitched voice call out her name and the unexpected squish of breasts against hers, though, it returned with a vengengence.

Her face burns a brilliant scarlet as she pushes herself off of Ranma. //"OH my God!"// she gushes, hands wringing. "Oh my...I...I...I am so sorry, Ranma-san! I...I...I just...I...I'm sorry!!"//

She bows repeatedly, one quick nod of the head for each step she takes backwards. //"Oh, man, I'm so sorry! I just guess I got caught up in a moment..."//

She refuses too look at him.

He feels bad now... like it was his fault because he made her do that? He has no good sense of logic so he takes it as his fault.

He's looking down after he gets up. He has no idea how to respond. //Are you okay...? You didn't hurt yourself right? I thought I heard something crack.//

//"Ah, no, no, I'm okay,"// she's holding a hand to her pounding, overheated head. //"I, um, I really didn't mean to do that...how about you? You okay? I didn't squish you too bad, did I?"//

She weighs about 130 pounds at best; it's a really ridiculous question.

//Have I told you how often a panda has fallen on me? Don't worry about it...// He's trying to make her feel better but he's really embarassed himself. He's covering his cheeks with his hands so that no one can see he's still blushing. Especially not her. He wonders why almost all the other guys at school are totally smooth around girls where he, someone who can actually BECOME ONE, gets his nerves sent packing for the hill.

//"A panda, huh? I guess you're definately okay, then."//

Sakurazaki wasn't, though. This was wretchedly, painfully embarrassing.

//"Um, I guess you won this round, Ranma-san...Next time, I'll try not, um....do that."//

He nods. //Well... Setsuna-san. What happened this weekend that made you run off. You never told me.// He hopes this will make it less awkward. ~~Fat chance Ranma.~~ He's managed to shake off the blush now.

Her eyes widen, and her voice cracks a little as she talks. //"You want to talk about that? Now?"//

She a little flabbergasted, still flustered from what she did.

He doesn't realize how his bluntness and poor sense of timing has a bad effect on people. //Well I just remembered.//

Sakurazaki's palm meets her forehead.

//"Well, I think we can add that to something to discuss over the tea I still owe you..."//

//You can't tell me now?// Ranma is really duh. He doens't understand why it was to be another time. He doesn't understand why she want's to wait to tell him.

//"Ranma-san...It's getting late, we've just been sparring, and I still haven't gotten over my embarrasment. And it's kind of a detailed story...I really think it's best to leave to another day."//

//Sure. I'll wait then.// He guesses this is good enough explaination. He brushes past her as he runs back up to his room, he calls as he goes, //Night Setsuna-san!//

...She's left blinking after him. //"Good night....Ranma-san...."//

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Gym, Monday Evening, around 8;00 pm

no subject

no subject

no subject

because I don't have a blushy girl icon yet XD

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe

Re: Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe

Re: Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe

Re: Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe

Re: Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe

Re: Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe

Re: Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe

Re: Icon is just to prove I did it. hehehe