The Gym; Sunday Morning.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki only had six days. Six days wasn't much time at all, so she knew she'd have to work hard, and she'd have to work smart. At that meant starting out simply, with a light but fierce run through her meditations and forms with the practise swords in the gym. It had been a while since she'd had to utilize some of the more complicated forms; she'd need to refresh herself with them before taking them to live steel.


[[open for all your gymly needs; interactions with my girl might be a little wonky and slow]]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John walked into the gym, clad in baggy shorts and an old (even for him) t-shirt. He figured that he'd be there early enough to get some practice in before it was too busy.


Well, he should get used to being wrong.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki is barely aware that anyone's entered the gym; she'd managed to get very into her forms and the complicated moves and swings are usurping all of her attention, hopping, swinging, flipping and rolling....

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

JOhn stared at the fighting style. It looked a bit familiar. Then again, most of the swordy martial arts looked the same to him, which is why he never did well with them. Hand to hand, improvised, that was his specialty.

He moved over to the heavy bag and started light, punches and kicks to warm up.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma stumbled in beforework. He wasn't feeling up to snuff as he usually did. He hadn't been out running as much. And he'd skimped on last night's one-handed push-ups. He's a bit tired still but he looks around and sees his two friends rather passively, not saying anything yet.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John's activity on the heavy bag is getting a bit more fierce.

He looks around for someone to spar. It's more fun that way.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma sees him turn and wearily waves.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You look awake," John commented, trotting over. "What are you doing up this early?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"I wanted to do something productive before work. How about you?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Wanted to do something unproductive. And hit stuff, let loose some steam, y'know. But the heavy bag don't fight back."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker came in late in the morning, after wandering through common rooms, and started to warm up. She also checked on the practice swords, hoping Alanna would stop by after her *handwavey* phone call.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna did show up, snarky cat firmly on shoulder and grin firmly on face. Though the cat's tail was also on her face. "Parker!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Alanna. Faithful." She cocked an eyebrow at Faithful, then grinned back. "You up for this? I really appreciate your trying to teach me."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna took off Lightning and Faithful curled up on top of the sword, off to the side. "Oh totally."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grabbed one of the practice swords, and then handed another over to Alanna. "What first, then?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna automatically stood in the gaurd position. "Make sure you're firm on your feet and your sword won't be flying at your opponent or her napping cat. Unless you want that to happen."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Got it. Because I *want* Faithful after me, of course." She grinned, and copied Alanna's position, eyes narrowing as she corrected the position of her feet.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna grinned. "If you're ever suicidal...I can't promise you it's a fast way to go, though." She glanced over at Parker's form and moved her left foot a quarter of an inch. "I'm of the school of thought that if you repeat a movement a thousand times, time one thousand and one will be done on autopilot. So...up and middle block." She did the moves very slowly.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam walked into the gym, prepared to use the heavy bag, then she spotted Parker and did an abrupt about face.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, no. That's not on.

"Sam-an-tha Car-ter," Parker sing-songed. "Have you been avoiding me?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Caught. Damn it. Sam turned and tried to look casual. "Parker. Hi. Why would I be doing that?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. But then, I'm not the one who baked cookies last weekend, out of the goodness of my heart." Parker stalked over, but by now she was grinning. "With mixed results."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam looked sheepish. "I'm so sorry about that, Parker. I'm really not cooking anymore, ever. I swear."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Thank God. I didn't want to have to take out a restraining order on you and all kitchens on the island." Parker shook her head, hands on her hips. "I know it wasn't on purpose. But *how* did you do that?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I, er, thought it was vanilla," Sam explained. "I think."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shook her head, looking amused. "I was only ready to kill you for about an hour. And Jack stepped in and thwarted me immediately." She smirked gently. "Then took off when he heard you planning to go to Egypt."