The gym, Sunday after cheerleading

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As soon as the cheerleading practice is over, Aeryn's in the gym, cursing pretty much all of them silently just for being there. She goes straight to the bag, not worrying too much about gloves and figuring yesterday will have kept most people away from the gym. She's okay with that.


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"You couldn't sleep in?" John says, wandering in.

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"I had things to do," Aeryn answers, with a hit to the bag. "Like stand there for half an arn and wait for the frelling cheerleaders to get out of my gym."

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"Your gym?" John asks, raising an eyebrow. "When did you buy it?"

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She sighs at him, and hits the bag again. Because she doesn't have an answer for that.

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John shakes his head and, feeling risky, grabs the bag she's wailing away on.

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She finishes the punch because she can't not. "Spotting me?" she asks.

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"Feel like knocking me around?"

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Sakurazaki comes into the gym, skipping her usual routine and deciding to focus mostly on her sword forms and focus excersises. She has too much on her mind, and the only way she'll probably be able to get rid of it is with the swing of a sword.

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"Most days," she lies, looking at him as if trying to decide if he's serious.

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Aeryn gives the new girl a nod between punches.

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Sakurazaki returns the nod, which really seems more of a formal slight bow, before starting with her drills.

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"Let's go then," John says, letting the bag go. "Throw me some gloves."

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This isn't the first time he's offered, so she goes to the lockers, grabbing her pair and one of the spares. She tosses him one pair, and puts hers on. "If you're sure..."

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"Sure as sure can be," John says and slides the gloves on. "Show me whatcha got, woman."

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Aeryn raises an eyebrow at him, but moves away from the bag, towards a free area of the mat. He'll probably be seeing a lot of the mat.

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John moves towards the mat, dancing and shadow boxing along the way.

"Want first punch?"

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Yes, a lot of the mat for him. "I... have never been asked that question before," she says, guard already up just in case. "Someone just hits first."

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Aeryn goes back to her workout, occasionally looking back to see what she's doing.

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"You can have first shot at me," John says, dropping his hands. "I'm feeling generous."

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See, that would be why she goes to punch him in the jaw.

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And, of course, it hits him and he stumbles backwards.

"Ow!" He glares but then puts his hands back up. "Lucky shot." And then, he makes a wild, lunging punch for her shoulder.

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The first part of her workout consists of the classic stength excersize inherant in almost all Japanese styles: quick, stiffly repeatative, over- head slices down into the air. After a while, she starts to go into the fancier, specific moves, lots of turns and slices, but she always seems to cut the move off short, never quite finishing it, then hoping back to execute the next one.

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Aeryn dodges it, smiling back at him a little. "Going to have to do better than that."

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"Really?" He smiles and jabs for her stomach.

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At some point, Aeryn pauses her own workout just to watch, but not wanting to disturb her.