Dorms gym, evening

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

After his conversation with Aeryn, Cameron only stayed long enough in the camp to grab all his things out of the cabin and head back to the dorms. Now he was back in the usual gym and working the bag with a little bit too much concentration.


((Just a head up that the thread between Tyler and Cameron is locked to them.))

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[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

After his afternoon in the woods (http://tyler-gone.livejournal.com/3955.html), Tyler dumped his stuff upstairs in room 311 and then went down to the gym. He was in a foul mood and it wasn't improved when he saw Cam was working the punching bag. "How long are you going to use that?" he asked, noen too patiently.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Might be at it for a while," Cameron replied with only a short glance over his shoulder before kicking the bag. "You need it too?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"God yes," Tyler said.

He kept a wary eye on Cam as he climbed onto a bicycle and began to pedal.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron understood that sentiment only too well right now. "There's an alternative," he suggested.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim? Once more with the practice, cept he was holding the sword rather awkwardly cause of one injured hand.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler stroked his chin, getting it. "There is," he said. "You up for it?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Pulling away from the bag, Cameron nodded. "I've never turned down a spar before."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Me either," Tyler said.

He got off the bike and moved over to the sparring mats. "No shirts, no shoes, go until one of us shouts stop?" he suggests. "I'm game for your rules."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"No, that sounds fine. Gloves?" He asked as he followed Tyler onto the mats as well.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I've never used them before, but if you want," Tyler said, shaking his muscles out and circling into fight stance. His promise to Dr. Pevensie nagged at him for a moment, then dropped from his mind. I was fine fencing with English, he thought.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"No, it's fine," he didn't really care right now. He just needed to keep moving. Quickly getting rid of his gloves, he threw them to the side and then took off his shoes and shirt as well.

"Ready when you are," he said as he got into position.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler nodded coolly and shifted his feet.

Before Cam would have time to react, he aimed a fast -- but not especially forceful -- series of punches at his right shoulder and arm.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

The punches landed and Cameron automatically hit out with his left at Tyler's chest to knock hims back some.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler stepped backwards and ducked into himself a little, dodging the blows. He looked at Cam; he wasn't playing around.

Well, fine. Tyler swing a roundhouse at Cam's jaw.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

More prepared now, Cameron had time to block the punch but it still hurt his arm as it connected. Gritting his teeth, he moved in to land a series of blows at Tyler's side.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

The blows connected until Tyler managed to step out of Cameron's way. He took advantage of the motion of his feet to aim a kick high on Cam's leg.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Too slow and the kick pushed Cameron to the side, but he didn't wait for Tyler to be back on his two feet before Cameron aimed a blow right at his stomach.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Nice," Tyler grunted as the blow connected.

Straightening, a new fury in his eyes, he hit at Cam with both fists, rat-a-tat-tatting towards his upper chest.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Umph. It knocked the breath right out of him and Cameron tried to knock Tyler's hands away while drawing back to bring his guard back up.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler tried to blow right past Cam's guard, punching at his chin.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron dodged, but it still clipped his ears and made things ring. He shook it off and send a high kick towards Tyler's hip.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

The blow hit, and Tyler staggered backwards. He almost lost his balance but quickly recovered.

Gritting his teeth, he hit out at Cam's nose, as hard as he could.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron ducked as fast as he could, but it was too slow and Tyler hit him right in the forehead.

"Son of..." Cameron staggered back, barely keeping to his feet. "Frak, man."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler was shaking out his own hand. "Hard head," he said. "Granite?"

He circled warily back to guard stance.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, decided I didn't need the brains," Cameron rubbed his forehead and wow, was that going to be a stupid bruise.

Shaking his head, and somehow not getting the hint that maybe he should stop now, he straightened up. Not waiting for Tyler to get in the first hit, he aimed a roundhouse at Tyler's chin.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

The roundhouse connected. "Fuck," Tyler muttered, realizing this fight was for real.

He shoved hard at Cam with both hands, trying to knock him to the ground.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron staggered back and blindly hit towards Tyler's shoulder to create moving space.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

The blow missed his shoulder but hit his upper arm, and he spun slightly from the force. Tyler decided to turn the momentum into a kick, hooking his foot against Cam's calf.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He was already off balance, so this sent him right to the ground. He hit the ground and got the wind knocked out of him. He did try to kick out at Tyler's shin, but there isn't much force or coordination behind it.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler easily sidetepped the weak kick and stamped down on Cam's stomach. Hard.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Ow! That wasn't something he was expecting and he doubled over.

"Fuck," he groaned and grabbed Tyler's leg to either stop him or bring him off balance. "Stop!"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler tried to kick at Cam's side one last time, but the grab pulled him off-center, and he staggered down, breathing hard.

"Are we done?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I'd say so," Cameron let go and rolled to his side, wrapping an arm around his stomach as he tried to catch his breath. "You alright?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler let out a long breath. "Yeah. Fist hurts. And my stomach, man."

He looked speculatively at Cameron. "Didn't know you had this in you. Are you okay?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he rolled to his back as the worst of the kick was over. "Dude, never heard that whole thing about not kicking a man when he's down?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Tyler half-apologized. "I got into some bad habits back home."

He jerked himself to his feet. "Are you moved out of the cabin yet?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, as much as I love the Stickbugs I needed some space tonight."

With a groan, Cameron pushed himself to his feet as well. Ow. "So, everything alright?" He asked, this time not refering to the newly acquired ouchies.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"It'll be good to be back to one roommate," Tyler agreed. "And everything's not especially all right, but I'll deal. You?"

He turned away as he jerked on his shirt and shoes.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I've had better days," Cameron admitted and moved to grab his own shirt. "I'll have to deal."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Life goes on," Tyler said. It sounded like he wasn't sure that was a good thing.

He nodded to Cam respectfully. "See you."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Apparently," Cameron said more to himself as he pulled on his shirt and grabbed his shoes. "Later, man."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Later," Tyler agreed, heading out of the gym.

He was still breathing kind of hard.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron was pulling on his boots when he noticed the new kid enter the gym. "Yo," he greeted, sounding a bit terse and still out of breath from Tyler's kick.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim looked up from the case of practice swords. "Hey." he said. "don't think we've met yet. I'm Tim."