Gym, Saturday Afternoon

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

With immense trepidation, Pip peaked into the gym and quickly scanned for singers with New Jersey accents.


The coast seemed clear, so he slipped in and started his work out routine.

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Well, here's a few more punches."

He demonstrated a roundhouse, an uppercut, and a more straightforward punch.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally watched carefully, then tried to mimic. She got the roundhouse okay, but the uppercut ended with her bopping herself in the nose with her arm.

"Oops," she said, rubbing her with her left hand.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip tried not to laugh. "Well, it gets easier and easier with practice. Try to aim a little lower."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally nodded and tried again, slowly. No one would possibly ever get hit with an uppercut like that, but the form was correct, at least.

"I got a lot of practice ahead of me, I think."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "Well, practice makes perfect. That's why I'm in here all the damn time."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, guess I gotta just win the fight against my lazy streak," Cally said. "So, I'm guessing I should start with just, like, the bag, right?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "You start with the bag and keep practicing until you move up to a live target. One that looks suspiciously like me."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Suspiciously, huh?" Cally smirked. "You don't have a secret double around here, do you?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Pip said. "Only he has a goatee."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Evil twins," Cally said, shaking her head and chuckling. "We all have one somewhere." She nodded over at the bag. "Guess I should start practicing now, huh?"