The Gym - Tuesday Morning

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Max had been going running, which was all well and good, but she decided it was time for her to become acquainted with the gym.

She found it early Tuesday morning and began running drills with the punching bag.


[open, as gyms tend to be]

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"Bags don't fight back," Cassandra said critically as she walked into the gym.

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Max looked over her shoulder and smirked. "True, but they also don't whine if you hit them too hard."

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Cassandra smirked and began shifting through a series of stretches, "That's true."

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"How's it going?" Max asked, still punching the bag full out.

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"Not too bad." She rolled her arms back and folded into a back-bend. "You?"

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"Can't complain, I guess," Max said.

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"Good," Cassandra said as she kicked up into a handstand. Then, settling back down onto her feet, "Spar?"

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"Sure," Max grinned and stopped the bag from swinging.

She moved away to the open mat area and stretched her arms above her head.

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"Just so you know," Cassandra offered as she moved out onto the mat, "I cheat."

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Max smirked. "Good to know. That means I can to," she said, crouching into a fighting stance.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen was still getting used to having so much downtime, and as a result she was restless today. What better way to work off all that restlessness than putting it to productive use in the gym?

She grinned, a little ferally, when she saw the sparring dummy. "This beats a rope-wrapped tree trunk any day."

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Max looked up. "You've sparred with a tree?"

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Jen, already taping up her hands, shrugged. "It was the best equipment I had all last year."

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"Wow, that's pretty bad," Max said. Not that she'd really had much better, but still. "Where you from?"

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"When you're ready," Cassandra grinned and shifted slightly into a high stance drawn from Muay Thai.

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Max circled Cassandra slowly, keeping her distance and trying to decide if she should attack first or wait to defend herself.

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Jen started into a stretching routine. "Millennium City, handwavey location of OMFGIdunno, originally, but the tree was in Silver Hills, Washington. Not a whole lot of money while we were living there."

Or now, for that matter, but that didn't need to be said.

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Max nodded. "Sounds like where I'm from," she said. "Or maybe I should say when I'm from. That's still a little weird to get used to."

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Cassandra decided to take the choice away and rushed forward suddenly and throwing a quick kick at Max's leg.

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Jen glanced over and smiled wryly. "Trade you your year for mine, then."

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Max dodged the kick, but was impressed with Cassandra's speed.

She tried to grab the other girl's ankle and yank her off balance.

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"2017," Max said. "You?"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"3000, originally." Jen took an experimental half-speed swing at the dummy and decided to warm up a little more thoroughly first. "I was in 2001 most recently, though."

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Max blinked. "Wow. So, have you ever heard of the Pulse?"

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The leg was snapped back to avoid Max's grab and Cassandra danced away to open the distance between them again.