Camp gym, Friday night

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After the Career Day thing, Aeryn has to spend some time either worrying about stuff like that, or doing something. She's really bad at the first thing.

This means she's back in the gym, gloves on, hitting the bag as means of distraction.


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Aeryn tries to dodge, but takes the hit, following up with another punch to Parker's left shoulder. "I didn't say anything about a ticket."

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"Ow!" The thing about Aeryn's hits? When they really connect, you *know* it. "Ticket, stuff, entertainment, expected event. Metaphors--" She sent an elbow-strike toward Aeryn's side, then dodged back. "--abound. Not loving them any more though, are you?"

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Aeryn knocks her arm away, going for a kick to Parker's hip. "Never did."

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Parker managed to twist enough to take it glancingly, but it threw her far enough balance that she had to circle Aeryn for a bit, looking for another opening. "How do you stand being around John, then? Every other word, a metaphor twisted 'til it breaks. I think he's speaking his own language, sometimes." She stepped into a side-kick, then re-balanced to send a punch sailing for Aeryn's shoulder.

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She shrugs a shoulder- not the one Parker just hit. "It's John," she says, and goes for a direct punch to Parker's stomach.

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Parker gets the breath knocked right out of her. No more talking for a while; a punch to give her space, then her arms are back up more defensively, her eyes on Aeryn as she dances away. Another punch, this time toward Aeryn's head, fueled by frustration. "That easy? 'He's John?'"

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Aeryn ducks, because she does not want to take that punch, and takes a step back to put some distance between them. "There should be more?"

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Parker looks defeated for a moment, and stops moving, although her arms stay oup. "I guess not." She clenches her jaw, blinks sweat out of her eyes, and says, "I envy you that, though," before kicking out toward Aeryn's knee.

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Aeryn's learned with the knees. Everyone goes for the frelling knees. She steps back, using the motion to go for a hit to Parker's rubs. "Problems?"

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"Augh." Thank God for padding. "I just-- No. I don't--" Parker almost flails, stops, centers herself, then punches out again, more blindly than before, but with equal power. "I hate being afraid for him."

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Aeryn takes that hard, wincing a little. "Why do you have to be?" she asks, aiming a kick to Parker's thigh.

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Ow. "He keeps doing *stuff*, risky stuff, with no one to watch his back, won't tell me what it is, won't tell me where he is while he does it--" Parker was limping from where the kick connected, blinking again, licking her lips as she tried to get her breath back. "Anything could happen, and I wouldn't know. Christ. How much of a girl am I, anyway?" She threw an elbow-strike, then a left-handed punch, but was definitely slowing down.

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Aeryn tries to keep up with the hits the best she can, and starts blocking instead of hitting. It probably works better this way. "Trust him?" she suggests.

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Parker started laughing. "That's what he said. I trust *him*. I don't trust the world." She shook her head, backing off a bit and stumbling. "Nobody's a genius all of the time."

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"You can't protect someone all the time," Aeryn says. "It's not possible and you'll only drive yourself mad. If it's something he has to do, then he has to. Sometimes you have to be the support team from here."

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Parker looks actively miserable, not even blocking any more, just swaying on her feet, brushing her hair out of her face with the back of one wrist. "I hate it, I hate it, I'm being good, I hate it...." She looks down at her feet. "At least I don't want a cigarette now."

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"That's good," Aeryn says, dropping her guard. "You can hate it all you want. That's what the gym is for."

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Parker nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yeah." She cracked her neck, then sighed. "Thanks. I don't think I can't spar any more. I'll just walk into a punch, at this point." She tried to smile. "I owe you one."

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"I will remember that," Aeryn says, offering her a smile back.