http://sonofmogh.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sonofmogh.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-06-15 10:02 am
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The Gym: Afternoon

After the weekend Worf had, he was not in the mood for classes, work or any kind of social interaction.

So instead he's working out his frustrations on the punching bag in the gym. It's very possible that the punching bag may not survive the workout.

[Grumpy Klingon is particularly grumpy today. For one person in particular though open before that.]

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose was - not in the best mood herself. The nights of trying to get back in touch with Lissa and completely failing to feel even a brush of the other girl's emotions were being to wear on her, putting Rose into an absolutely foul mood.

She headed into the gym, ready to beat a punching bag to death. It was, as always, a healthy way to cope.

The sight of Worf back though made her grin. "Hey," she called, realising the furious beating he was giving the punching bag wasn't a good sign. "When'd you get back?"

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shitty trip, huh," Rose commented, coming around to hold the bag for him.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose shrugged. "Fine by me," she said, stepping back as well. "Wanna try to hit someone that'll hit back?"

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose glared at him, her pride insulted by the comment. "Fine by me. I can handle anything you dish out." She shrugged, smirking. "We'll see if you can do that too."

Yes, Rose, poke at the prickly Klingon.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose was getting more comfortable in her fighting again, and instead of moving she set up opposite him, she charged towards him, jumping into a high feinting spin kick then lashed out with a side kick at his kne.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She tumbled to the mat, not able to block the strike. He was too close to let her roll back to her feet so Rose reached up, throwing a knucklepunch towards the bundle of nerves in his thigh.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She rolled with the kick, coming to her feet a ways away before closing the distance slowly. "Nice," Rose commented, well-aware neither of them were in the mood for comments.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Her head snapped back, rocked by the punch.

Rose recovered in time to throw a hard jab - cross combination back towards him.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes it was good being so short, and Rose threw her forearms up to break his hold. She tried to grab his shirt and shoulder and use the momentum from his headbutt to throw him over her hip.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose couldn't help a triumphant grin as she threw him, and she didn't even have a chance to try to get away from his grab. She went down punching blindly, trying to get a blow or two in before she ended up on the ground.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
And being short wasn't so good anymore. Rose snarled in annoyance, trying to push him off and finding herself pinned to the ground.

Dammit.

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It really shouldn't have been so much of a shock this time, but Rose hissed in surprise, her fingers closing on his shirt and digging into his shoulders as she kissed him back.