http://willbethenight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-11-09 07:54 pm
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The Gym, Tuesday evening

Bruce was getting annoyed. He figured the extra energy and twitchiness was just an unexpected reaction to attempting a normal relationship. And he appreciated all of that yesterday. But then it was still there when he woke up this morning after a very good, ahem, workout last night. His morning run didn't help him get rid of those feelings. Neither did Parkour Club. Any attempts at meditation were quickly interrupted by the kind of thoughts that made it tough to remain at peace.

His last resort for the day was to get in the gym and pick on a punching bag that had never done anything to him and quite frankly didn't deserve the treatment Bruce was going to give it. He was going to punch it a lot until he really wore himself out. Poor punching bag.

[OOC: Open gym!]
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[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't like working out would actually help Blackagar with anything because, well, there wasn't much in the way o a challenge about hitting something or weight lifting.

But it was better than meditating non-stop. And thinking about redhair.

Blackagar nodded over at Bruce, giving one of the treadmills a careful poke.

[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Blackagar," Bruce greeted, sparing the poor punching bag for a moment. "Don't worry, they're safe. I've used them before."

[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
They didn't have them back in... Germany. Totally Germany.

Pushing a few of the buttons, Blackagar watched the machine go. Yeah, this was just special, he decided before going back to watching the other man. What was Bruce hoping to accomplish over there with that poor bag, anyway?
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[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce noticed Blackagar watching him. It would have been stranger, but he supposed sometimes inquisitive staring was going to happen if you were mute. "Just trying to burn off some extra energy," he said before giving the bag a good punch in what would be the gut. "Plus, I've been slacking off with my technique recently."
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[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
At least it wasn't awkward staring!

Blackagar wandered over, giving him a nod as if to inform him to try that again. Because learning would really help him work off all this energy!
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[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Want to see that again? Are you a fighter?" Bruce asked before turning back to the bag and giving the same body blow.
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[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, not so much. It was a very complicated system of not doing anything at all until there is no other option. And then doing something magical to solve the problem.

Or annihilate the other people.

Blackagar shook his head, holding onto the bag for Bruce helpfully.
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[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," Bruce said, before giving the bag a couple quick jabs. "I think it's just instinct at this point to assume that anyone here who's in decent shape has been in a few fights."
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[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
The corner of Blackagar's lips quirked up and he shook his head. The odds of him getting into a fight while in that room were very slim. Even if his brother was a complete and utter creeper.
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[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"My mistake," Bruce said. "But you do exercise, right?" That was actual curiosity, not flirting.
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[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Blackagar shook his head again in response. He closed his eyes and breathed in slow and even in a pantomime of meditation in hopes Bruce would pick up on his meaning.

Exercise was for humans.
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[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Bruce said, picking up on it. It was something he did a few times a week, so it wasn't tough to figure out. "I try to work some meditation into my schedule, too. If this doesn't wear me out enough, I'll probably have to go back to trying that."

Or just knock on Ariel's door and see if she could help him out with his problem. After all, what was better for tiring you out than a couple late nights in a row?
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[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce, you cad.

It helped that Bruce was the goddamn Bruce Wayne when it came to picking up on what the mute guy was attempting to say.

...he really needed Medusa around to help with this.

Blackagar tilted his head to the side at that. Was everyone else so... filled with energy as well?

[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that one was beyond Bruce's skills. "Is everything okay?" he asked, taking a quick look over his shoulder just in case.

[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce, learn to be psychic or something. Really.

Gawd.

Blackagar shrugged, not at all sure how to do this without someone who simply knew what he meant. Damn it all, Medusa!

[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"And I was doing so well for a while," Bruce said after seeing Blackagar shrug.
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