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The Gym; Thursday Afternoon.

Almost as a rule, Chad didn't work out. The whole idea of someone who was as naturally muscular as he was working to make himself more muscular was just silly. But Chad could barely remember the last time he felt this frustrated, which meant that he just wanted to hit things. A lot. The walls didn't seem like the best choice in the world, so he went to gym.

That poor, poor punching bag. Good thing it was on a good, sturdy rope and had stitching made of steel, or something.

[[ gym's open ]]

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After hanging out for awhile in the common room, Nadia was wandering about the dorms, idly looking for interesting people or things.

She wandered into the gym and spent a few moments just kind of observing before choosing to speak. "You know, the practice dummies are pretty good for that sort of thing. They take abuse very well, and are inexpensive to replace when you've destroyed them."

Chad liked venting his frustration; he couldn't bring himself to hit something that resembled anything person-like as a practise dummy would.

But he was angry-frustrated-male-beating-shit mode. All Nadia got by way of reply was an lack of ceasation in his punches and a short grunt.

Nadia was not discouraged. Also, she was bored. "Of course, I usually beat on it with sticks, but that's just me. Might be a female thing, or a spy thing. I've also found that I do a whole lot less property damage and a lot more good if I try, say, sparring with someone in a controlled fashion, or, hey, even talking. But you do what you've got to do."

Yeah, that was something he needed. More talking. Chad was sick of talking. Talking got him no where but confused.

"Did'ya need somethin', Nadia?" Chad grunted; his melee lessed a bit, but he kept the swings going.

"I'm bored," she admitted. "So I was wandering. And I heard grunting and such, and thought there might be someone interesting in here. Should I decide I was wrong?"

Unless she considered a really pissed off giant Mexican interesting, when she was kinda a factor in the frustration... "Yes," he grunted, punched a little harder.

Okay, there's was being laconic, and there was being annoyed and slightly violent and laconic, and frankly, Nadia didn't much like the latter.

"Can I at least know if I'm part of the reason why you're abusing the poor punching bag?"

Asks she, the only girl in this place he can get to like him the way he liked her, and she has a freakin' boyfriend.

Grunt. Punch. "How could you not be?"

"If I don't know what's bugging you, how am I supposed to know if I'm involved?" And now she was getting annoyed. Great.

At least she wasn't bored any more, though. She walked over to grab a quarter staff and stepped onto the sparring mats, spinning it and working through slow warm ups, flowing into a faster routine of blocks and attacks. Once she'd worked up a decent speed, she switched to Spanish. "//I'm not going to ask any more questions about what you're mad over, but I really do suggest sparring. I could probably throw you to the mat a time or two, until you calm down.//"

//"I'm not gonna spar,"// Chad said insistantly, pounding said insistance into the punching bag. //"I don't fight unless I gotta."//

Which explained the way he was battering the punching bag. Sure.

"//Very noble,//" she said dryly. "//But that just means you're not going to be any good when you do have to. Fighting takes practice, just like everything else.//"

Chad grunted. The last thing he needed right now was for her to start digging into that sensitive area. Dios, couldn't a guy have one off day to just beat the shit out of an inanimate object so he can feel better and move on?

He didn't respond, just continued as he was, hoping to try to forget she was there. He knew he wouldn't be able, too, though. Dios, this was a lot easier when he was by himself.

Nadia sighed inwardly and gave up on Chad as a lost cause.

A shame, really, he'd had such potential.

She went back to cycling carefully through various excercises with her bo staff, letting out occasional grunts of her own before swinging the staff to a stop.

"//Well,//" she said finally. "//When you're ready to get your head out of your ass, let me know.//" She went to put the staff away and continue wandering about the dorms.

Grunt. Well, he'd gotten her to leave him alone, hadn't he? Then how come he was feeling worse?

Nadia paused just outside of the gym, remembering that she'd meant to tell Chad if she saw him that she really liked the mix CD he'd given her.

Well. Mood he was in right now, that'd probably only irritate him, somehow. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets and headed off again.

Wow.

"I think the traditional questions here is 'what did that poor bag ever do to you?'"

"You'd prefer I found someone who did do something to me and do this to them?"

Whoa, grumpy Chad.

Surely the end is nigh.

Pippi placed her hand on the back of the bag to steady it for him.

"I don't think hitting a person would make you feel any better then hitting a bag."

"No, it'd make me feel a helluva a lot worse, so...bag."

Now that Pippi was near the bag, though, Chad had stopped. He straightened, squaring his shoulders, pushing some sweat-heavy hair out of his eyes. "Come on, Pippi, jus' leave me to it for a bit."

Looked like he'd been at it for quite a bit already.

"People hold the bag for other people all the time, so it don't swing around and ya get a better rhythm going. You're not going to hurt me punching the bag Chad, just get back to it."

"I jus'....can't do it with you jus' standing there, Pippi." It didn't help that after Nadia, and now this, his fighting spirit was being properly quelled. The frustration was still there, but he was starting to feel like he just couldn't get anywhere where he could just vent his own way without someone sticking their nose into it and trying to make him feel better. And unless Pippi had a Perfect Solution to an Impossible Situation in her pocket, that wasn't gonna happen.

"Okay."

Pippi stepped fully behind the bag.

"Pretend it's a troll... A very short troll."

She poked her head from behind the bag.

"Save me from the very short troll Chad."

And then she disappeared again and didn't say anything else.

Chad blinked at the supposedly very short troll for a moment, then shook his head. Damn it, he couldn't help a very small grin, either. He was glad for it, but this wouldn't do at all. He already had enough blurred lines in his life; he didn't need another one to be blurred even further with Pippi being the only one to actually cheer him up and make him feel better.

He peeked his head around the 'very short troll.' "I think I'm done here....Thanks, Pippi."

"You sure?" Pippi asked smiling up at him. She had both her hands on the bag, she tilted it slightly. "He was talking some smack about ya... In very short troll language."

This was bad. He should just get going. But he also couldn't refuse a smile like that.

Chad looked the 'short troll' up and down a moment. "Yeah? What's he sayin'?"

"That... You're entirely too tall... And you should get a hair cut."

Chad grunted. "The tall thing is obviously all envy. But a hair cut? Them's fightin' words."

Pippi moved the bag around a bit and threw her voice to make it seem like the bag was talking.

"C'mon ya scruffy looking nerfherder! Give me yer best shot!" said the funny falsetto voice.

A small grin tugged Chad's mouth, but the most he could bring himself to bring out against this shittalker was a very unenthusiastic sock to the supposed jaw. He just didn't have it in him right now. What was he thinking, falling back into the trap of using his strength to work out his anger again after so long? Abuello'd be ashamed of him.

"I think you better get this one, Pippi. I gotta get outta here. Defend my honour for me, okay?"

Pippi hadn't heard him, she shook the bag and made it say, "Oh you got me uuuuuuuuuuuuugh."

And then it dawned on her that she'd just missed something. She tilted her head at him thoughtfully.

"Do you need a hug?"

Chad didn't realize that Pippi hadn't heard him; he just figured she was still trying to make him feel better. And it was working beautifully.

"No, that's okay, Pippi. I'm good. You've...helped a lot already, thank you."

Well she was, and it generally did thankfully, it was kinda her job.

"Okay... I hope whatever it is turns out okay."

Chad nodded, got ready to turn around to leave, but stopped himself.

"I'm sure it will,e ventually. But, y'know, I think I'll take that hug, anyway."

Pippi bounced forward and jumped up to give Chad a hug.

Chad lightly wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he hugged Pippi back. Hugs were definately pretty nice.

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