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bitchy_smurf ([personal profile] bitchy_smurf) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-09-07 03:24 pm
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The Gym, Monday Afternoon

Illyria had been less than pleased by finding that no one worth sparring with had been available yesterday due to how late her player pinged into that thread, shh, but she supposed she had managed some of that much-advised 'socialization' at least. Still, words, even exchanged with fellow demons, were no substitute for hitting things, no matter what the demon in question might believe, so. Here she was. At the gym.

Where there was, as Cal had promised, a punching bag. There was also a music system, and the science wasn't so advanced that she couldn't figure out how to load in Pure Disco 1.

At first I was afraid, I was petrified...

The music was nonsensical, but there was something about the words and the beat that made punching and kicking a stationary bag of sand the tiniest bit more satisfactory.

Thinkin' I could never live without you by my side....

The punching bag might not agree. Then again, it also might not survive the experience, so its opinions were of relatively low value to Illyria.

[OOC: Open like a box without a cat in it! P.S. I has a squishee. Mostly Red.]
trigons_child: (Looking to the side)

[personal profile] trigons_child 2009-09-07 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven just happened to be passing by the gym, as one does, when she heard the strange music and felt the release of aggression. Normally she would distance herself from such feelings, but something compelled her to poke her head into the gym to see who was in there.

She wasn't sure who the blue girl was, but something about her unnerved Raven. The wise thing perhaps would be to leave, but instead she remained by the door, watching.

[identity profile] abetterthief.livejournal.com 2009-09-07 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Parker headed down to the gym to work out and stared unabashedly at the woman already beating the hell out of the gym bag.

[identity profile] azuldragon.livejournal.com 2009-09-07 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
After her class, Azula felt she needed to visit the gym and perform some sort of physical activity to be rid of the memories associated with the lecture and the subsequent class assignment.

She was still very red. The nonsensical music blaring from Agni knows did not help her mood at all.