Gym -- Late Thursday Night

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe had waited until very late to head to the Gym because she knew she probably wouldn't be disturbing anyone.

She turned on some music and went through a warm-up session before she started practicing the moves that CJ had taught her. Then she went through the routine she had learned in karate.

There were a lot of things she had on her mind and she needed to work some of it off.




[[OOC: Open for your late night thrashing needs]]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, she--hooof!"
John went down hard, on his bad welty shoulderblade. "Ow."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe rolled off of him in concern.

"John? Are you okay? I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to hurt you!"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John swore something that sounded like anatomical improbabilities about certain carbon and iron organizms. "No, just landed on the goddamn robot shoulder. It's bad that my boss fights dirty, right?" He shakes his head, rubs his shoulderblade, and gets back into position.

"En garde!" Stupid Karate Pose