Gym, mid-morning

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Parker had everything set up. Padding. Helmet. Water. Towels.

Unholy glee of vengeance.

She was just waiting for the right person.

[ooc:Parker's lying in wait for someone specific, but the gym is open for all your punchy-kicky-fighty needs. I'll be back in around 3pmEST]

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After getting out of Flight and Flying, Zack made his way to the gym. There may have been some element of mortal terror in his expression.

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"Hellooooo, Zack. So glad you're prompt." Parker surveyed him happily. "Hmm. I suppose those clothes will do for today. You know how to put the padding on, right?" She grinned wickedly. "I thought we'd start with you learning how to fall down."

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Zack totally was not reciting his last will and testament in his head as he put the padding on.

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"Ready?" Parker's smile just keeps getting more cheerful. "You haven't remembered where you put the tapes from musical weekend, right? I just need to check before I tell you how to fall down."

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Fully aware that he was signing his own death warrant Zack said "I have no idea, Cha-Cha."

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Parker's eyes narrowed, and she made a move like she was going to shove Zack to the mat, both arms outstretched. "So sorry to hear that."

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Zack tried to dodge Parker, but ended up tripping over his own feet.

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Parker stops, head tilted to the side. "And see? That's what we want to prevent. Get back up. We're doing that again. Only this time, you'll fall down properly."

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Zack got up, standing as far away from Parker as he could.

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Parker held her arms out again, but this time, she fell backwards, legs curling up to take the impact, and her arm slapping the mat, dispersing the force. "See? And now I'm not bruised, and nothing got knocked. Watch, on more time." She did it again, slower this time, and then climbed to her feet. "Now. Your turn. Arms out. And try to loosen up, Zack." She grinned. "This is fun, for some people."

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"Some people don't have you trying to kill them while they're doing it," Zack pointed out.

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"Oh, I'm not trying to *kill* you." Parker grinned wickedly. "I'm trying to help! Now. You can do this from your knees, if you're all that worried. C'mon, Zack. People much bigger than me will be trying to kill you later on in life. Don't you want to know how not to die?"

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"I'm going to be a scientist," Zack said. "Who would ever want to kill a forensic anthopologist?"

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"Anyone who doesn't want you testifying in court, anyone who doesn't want you finding out the truth, anyone who has a grudge against links. C'mon, Zack. Kneel to your god!, and try it." Parker's eyes squinched up again. "Or I can help you...."

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"I'm falling, I'm falling," Zack replied hurridely, before attempting to mimic Parker's earlier actions.

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Parker watched Zack fall like a scarecrow, and sighed sadly. "You need practice. Obviously. But hey, that's why there's padding." She reached over and corrected his arms, holding them closer to his body, then his shoulders, so they weren't curled up so much. "Want to try something else?"

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"Like what?" Zack asked suspciously.

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"Simple blocks." She pulle dhim to his feet, then took a step back. "So you can protect your brain. You want that, right?"

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"I would like that, yes," Zack said. "How did you manage to trick Cordy into going along with this anyway?"

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"I didn't trick her. I told her the truth. It's for your own good." That smile wasn't getting less feral. "That I'm enjoying it for other reasons is irrelevant. Pull back your elbows, and make fists, right at your sides." She showed him what she meant, and planted her feet carefully, knees slightly bent. "And loosen up your stance. One good wind is going to knock you over. Or one good kick. Like this."

Parker kicked out to deliberately miss him, toward his left shoulder, but off by a couple inches.

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Zack flailed and fell over again.

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Parker sighed. "Right. We're doing this once a week until you can do that without hurting yourself." She shook her head. "And I'm not going to *hurt* you."

Zack can be forgiven if he doesn't believe that look.

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He didn't.

"Kill me and the footage goes online."

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Parker's eyes glinted again, and for just a second, Zack was in serious danger.

"I'm not going to *kill* You. I'm not even going to hurt you. If you pay attention." Her smile returned, a little grimly. "As someone pointed out to me? The anticipation of pain is *much* more effective than pain itself. Now. Get. Up."

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"Somehow that fails to reassure me," Zack muttered under his breath.

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Parker would never trade ongoing torture for death. Nope. The thought of those pictures were going to keep her up nights, sooo-- Zack would be suffering later too.

"Make fists. Come ooooon. At your side, so. Now, watch me." Parker raised her right arm across her face, swept it downward, then back up, then pulled her elbow back, then forward, jabbing her arm upward, then around, as if pulling someone over her shoulder.

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"You're an interpretive dancer in your spare time?" Zack guessed.

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Parker rolled her eyes, answered, "Yes," and threw a punch toward his head, lightening-fast.

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"OW!"

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"Block, Zack. BLOCK." Parker facepalmed, hiding a grin behind it. "And this is why you're wearing padding."

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"NOT ON MY NOSE!"

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Parker sighed, and patted his shoulder. "I'll get you an ice bag. Later. We have a lot of work ahead of us, I can tell. Now. Do the blocks. Twenty times. Then I'll punch you again!"

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"You sound far too happy about that," Zack muttered, plotting revenge.

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"I'll be very glad when you can defend yourself, Zack. Now. Blocks."

Anyone who's said anything about Parker cracking a whip this week had clearly heard that tone of voice.

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Zack whimpered and started mimicking Parker's blocks.