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fandomhighdorms2010-03-23 10:34 am
brat_inslayage) wrote in fandomhighdorms2010-03-23 10:34 am
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The Gym, Tuesday Afternoon
As if Kennedy hadn't been on edge enough this morning for no reason that she could place, just a vague irritable feeling upon waking up that she blamed on sleeping funny so her arm had been half-numb for an hour, the fog that had been creepy and bothersome since she'd gone out for an early run in it still hadn't let up. Oh, yeah, and then adding to the fun was the more recent hello, your-friend's-a-demon bombshell to process, which had derailed any thought of even bothering to figure out which fog-covered spot of behind-the-dorms was where Reserves was supposed to be. If it was even meeting in this.
Which added up to hi, edgy Kennedy in the gym, taking out the thrown-for-a-loop wiggedness by going at the heavy bag as hard as she could, which was not as hard as she thought she ought to be going at it, and would it be too much to ask for the stupid bag to budge just a little more for all the effort she was putting into this?
Tuesdays were supposed to be a high point of her week. They weren't supposed to go all freaky-weird on her, damn it. But they kept doing that. So, hitting things. It worked.
[[i lack the brain for actual fighty today, sadly. gym post is open, and i warn you now, my brain is goofy today so you might get some trippy-ass (and possibly slowish until i get home) pings.]]
Which added up to hi, edgy Kennedy in the gym, taking out the thrown-for-a-loop wiggedness by going at the heavy bag as hard as she could, which was not as hard as she thought she ought to be going at it, and would it be too much to ask for the stupid bag to budge just a little more for all the effort she was putting into this?
Tuesdays were supposed to be a high point of her week. They weren't supposed to go all freaky-weird on her, damn it. But they kept doing that. So, hitting things. It worked.
[[i lack the brain for actual fighty today, sadly. gym post is open, and i warn you now, my brain is goofy today so you might get some trippy-ass (and possibly slowish until i get home) pings.]]