The Gym: midnight

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker headed straight to the gym after Teal Dear was done performing at Caritas. And proceeded to whale on the bag, punch punch, kick, kick, kick.

Yeah, if you want it? You're going to have to take it from her.

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy came in, feeling like he needed to get the lead out. He was surprised to find someone else here. Though he supposed he shouldn't have been.

His first guess was that like him, she felt she needed to work off some of that halloween candy. Then he recognized the signs of someone who had other things they needed to work off.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker barely noticed the kid who'd come in-- Billy, or something-- and gave him a glare, just in case he got ideas.

Her bag.

Snarrrrrrllll.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"You obviously need it more than I do at the moment." Billy conceded. "There's more than one way to exercise anyway."

He took off his outer shirt and began to stretch.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker turned away without a word, and gave the bag a reverse-punch, then another few front kicks, face set and cold.

The snarl remained silent, but easily detected.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy wondered who had pissed her off. Usually that sort of aggression, in himself at least, was the result of someone close.

He finished his stretches, and began to go through a basic kata. He figured if she was still using the bag when he was done, there were other things to hit.

"You spar?" he asked, surprising himself. Since when did he talk to strangers?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stepped back from the bag for a second, and turned up the anger on the glare. "Yes." She sized him up coldly. "Tonight's-- not a good night."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"So I see. You're good by the way." He finished his kata and went to one of the "tackling dummies". "Month or so back I dressed this thing up like someone who pissed me off." He began to work on it.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"So you want me to ... put an eyepatch on it?" Parker glared. "Go. Away."

Snarrrrrrrrrrrl.

Yeah. Safer to talk to her after she's more tired.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy smirked and continued to beat up on his own target. He didn't go away but he did stop talking. She knew he was there, if she wanted to talk, or hit him, she would.

In the meantime he should save his breath for his imaginary fight. 'Sides he knew he'd likely want to be left alone at a time like this. Hadn't stopped Blair of course. But he doubted she'd be up for some relaxing meditation.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker continued to kick, and kick, and kick. She might be aiming for a certain height at this point, though.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy kept his breathing even as he kicked the "knee", "sternum" and "head" of the dummy. Stepping back for a moment, he closed his eyes, then, eyes still closed, he went back to hitting the dummy.

Okay he might have been showing off. Maybe.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

After more punching, Parker left the gym with Alanna in search of chocolate. Possibly men to kill, too.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Well, there went that plan." Faithful was suprisingly quiet on her shoulder.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker whirled around, but didn't say anything. She jerked a nod at Faithful, then back-kicked the bag, eyes still on Alanna. She cocked an eyebrow in question, but was too breatless (and maybe furious) to be articulate.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna grabbed a practice sword and began going through her warm-up drill. "If you're not going to sob on my shoulder, I'm willing to listen."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker took a couple minutes to think about that, punching the bag, then nodded, gulping in air. "No crying. Too mad." She watched Alanna for a bit, and side-kicked the bag, then another strike. And another. "Not sure why."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I have photos of Faithful in a tutu and some chocolate?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Chocolate," Parker nodded vigorously. "Gimme. Please." She looked at Faithful. "And yeah. Photos." Another breath. "You get the last of the shrimp, Faithful. Penance. Payment."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Faithful didn't say anything, he just sighed. "He's not talking." Alanna helpfully pointed out. "It's back in my room, though. After exercise?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Parker nodded shortly. "Good plan."

Punch, punch, punch, KICK and KICK.