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[personal profile] canlendanear
Alara had not planned on being home for nearly two weeks but her sister had asked her to come home and try to make her parents happy by going to an important academic function at their father’s university.

She had reluctantly agreed only this had given her mother the idea to try matchmaking instead and what was only supposed to be a week long visit home turned into two weeks since she had to try and fend off her mother’s attempts to get her to settle down with a ‘nice Xelayan husband’.

On the plus side it seemed her parents were talking to her again, even though it seemed they were ignoring her decision to go into the military and hoping she would turn around and go to university on Xelaya instead.

She had managed to get in handwavily late last night and had decided to get in a workout before her classes, it was good being able to destroy punching bag after punching bag being in Earth’s gravity again.

[open!]
pun_king: (chin ups)
[personal profile] pun_king
With blacksmithing class and the atark realization that his noodly arms were in no position to be even pushing a wheelie bin, Graham knew that he'd really better atart hitting the gym more often if he wanted to be in fighting form to be fit for a knight! And so that was what he did, bright and early on a Saturday morning and pumped to get pumped!

He was going to do laps! He was going to do push-up, sit-up, chin-up and pull ups! Maybe some weights from the equipment room! He was going to hit it and he was going to hit it hard and make that first step on the road to buffness!

And he did manage it....for about the first ten minutes.

And thrn he collapsed, exhausted, on the floor, with a hand over his over-exerted, deeply breathing chest and groaned, to no one in particular, "I might be a little out of shape..."

[[ i just like using this icon. Open gym is open! ]]

Gym - Tuesday Morning

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2022 11:07 pm
canlendanear: (boxing)
[personal profile] canlendanear
The last few days of not having her strength hadn’t been fun but yesterday her hand seemed to be back to normal and her strength had returned as well and hopefully it was back for good.

Alara had decided to wait a bit longer just in case but she decided after waiting a day that she was now ready to fully test out her strength and so far her hand seemed to be doing just fine and she was finding it nice to be able to work her way through quite a few punching bags as well.

[open!]
canlendanear: (boxing)
[personal profile] canlendanear
Alara didn’t have class til tomorrow, so she was taking advantage of having the morning free to do an extended workout in the gym as a way to keep her mind off how cold it was and for a way to stay warm.

She really wasn’t a fan of snow.

As always she was getting quite into the punching bags and had already sent a couple flying to the ground this morning as she went through her workout.


[open!]
furrybluefreak: (Jump)
[personal profile] furrybluefreak
 Kurt had been keeping pretty busy his first week on the island. And a lot had happened... like, A LOT.

His classes had all gone well and he really liked the classes and teachers so far.  He was getting to know some of his fellow classmates and the other students in the dorms too.  And he and his roomie had gotten started on making their room into a geeky haven.

But now the weekend was here. With no classes and with most of his studies already done for the day, Kurt found himself exploring the dorms a bit more and soon found himself in the gymnasium. Once he found where the basketball court was, he was running up and down the court, dribbling and shooting and having a lot of fun with it. Especially when he started teleporting around a bit in the open space, throwing the ball down the court and appearing right in front of it to catch it and make a shot. And so anyone walking by would have seen Kurt popping in and out as he darted around the court, making a couple of impressive hoop shots in the process.


[Post and court are definitely open!]

canlendanear: (boxing)
[personal profile] canlendanear
Alara had handwavily spent the last few days at home, even though she didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving it had still been a several months since she had last visited and since her relationship with Solana had been rather strained since Parents Weekend, she thought it might be nice to try and spend a few days with her family.

She shouldn’t have been surprised when the topic came to what Alara’s plans were for after high school, her father had encouraged her to start applying to the university … especially considering how different she was academically speaking compared to other applicants it would be a good thing to plan ahead. He could put in a good word and with his connections and she should be able to get in.

Alara then made the mistake of revealing that she didn’t want to go to the university after graduation and wanted to join the military. Needless to say that conversation didn’t go well and now her parents weren’t talking to her, not that they really talked to her to begin with but Solana had suggested that she might stay at Fandom for a while til they processed this.

So now Alara was taking her frustration out on several punching bags before her classes and destroying the punching bags was at least making her feel somewhat better about her trip back home to Xelaya.

[open!]
canlendanear: (boxing)
[personal profile] canlendanear
Alara was starting to think that something weird was happening around Fandom but she wasn’t sure what it was. She was still her normal self as far as she was aware but the radio report had seemed off lately. Her teacher yesterday had also been weird, she didn’t know if he just liked speaking in dramatic pauses all the time but it had definitely been an interesting experience. She would definitely be telling her sister when she called her on the weekend, especially considering how much Solana always liked to hear about the latest weird happenings at Fandom.

She had another early class that morning, so she was once again starting her normal gym training session a bit earlier than normal. She was getting better about using her strength against the bags so she had managed to not break any so far as she worked on completing her workout.

[open!]
canlendanear: (boxing)
[personal profile] canlendanear
Alara had been at Fandom for over a year now and she had only just discovered that there was a gym in the dorms. It looked like it hadn’t been used in a while but she found some punching bags that still looked like they were in good condition.

She had spent the morning talking to her sister and keeping her appraised of what had been in happening in Fandom, she had even asked if Solana had had any ideas of what could be happening since she thought asking an outside perspective might be useful but Solana hadn’t been able to come up with any theories but she would keep looking into it for her.

So for now Alara was focusing on the punching bags as both a way to keep herself occupied and to avoid going outside if she could help it. Luckily the punching bags were pretty sturdy and could mostly handle her strength, she had only destroyed one so far.

[the gym is open!]
thewrathofkaan: (almost smile)
[personal profile] thewrathofkaan
Having legs again - and not the weird, unbendy pony kind - was a cause for celebration. Roscoe was a physical guy. He liked his body the way it was, and that meant bipedal and tail-free.

So he was readjusting to his human shape by running some shooting drills off the gym's basketball hoop, his phone blasting the first Spotify playlist he could find that wasn't all chirpy pop. It wasn't quite the same as playing one-on-one with his dad (a once-every-few-Sundays ritual he missed more than he was comfortable with, thank you), but it was enough to break a sweat and get back in the groove of running like a person.

[[i'm having a terrible morning! distract me!]]
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb - glare)
[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
Dante'd promised Alluka to teach her how to throw a punch. By the time the day itself rolled around, he actually regretted it; there were other things he wanted to be doing, like hang around his dorm room taking advantage of his new fridge, or maybe text Isabela and move up their date to go kicking around trouble on the other side of the Causeway.

But he was stuck with his plans now. And he wasn't even hungover today, so technically speaking, he was in the perfect position to do this.

He'd just have to keep his strength in check.

He showed up to the gym after classes had ended, armed with a Combichrist tank top and black bondage pants - which was the widest pair he owned. He wandered around stretching and poking at some of the weights. They were laughingly light for him, so it wasn't like messing around with them would do him any good. But it passed the time.

[[ expecting one, but open before and after her! ]]
[identity profile] notcancelled.livejournal.com
A few days of getting adjusted and carving out some room from under the avalanche of roller blade parts (a mild exaggeration, admittedly), and Mayday was already getting a little anxious. The big part of that was being at school for a couple days and not having any classes yet. So she decided to deal with that the best way she knew.

She was in the gym, running her basketball drills. She had come up with a series of drills she could do solo thanks to some help from her BFF Davida before she left New York. Now she was ready to keep loose and have some fun in the gym, shooting so very many shots and working on her conditioning. She was going to have to find a team on the mainland soon, but before she could do that, she needed to make sure she wa ready for it.

[OOC: Open gym! I'll be around after I drive home in just a moment.]
cuzfriendship: (shower)
[personal profile] cuzfriendship
It smelled nice outside. Like spring!

But April, after her workout, smelled like... well, it wouldn't be ladylike to tell you. But it wasn't great.

So she was treating herself to a steaming hot shower in the locker room, and because it was so early in the morning (and sometimes she wasn't the most courteous to others), she set her phone to blast her favorite album there ever was: E•MO•TION.

What, a girl couldn't dance in the shower?

{work related SP but open!}
cuzfriendship: (questioning)
[personal profile] cuzfriendship
When April had sat down to think about her resolutions for the new year, coming to the gym more often wasn't on the list. She was all good on fitness. Getting out and talking to people more, making new friends, and scoring an invite to her very first high school party were much resolution-worthy goals.

But she still had a few days before she had to hold herself to those goals, so here she was for her morning workout. With her earbuds in her ears, she crammed weights onto a bar, perched in front of the mirror, and got to it. Hopefully, with the holidays and everything, traffic through the gym would be light enough that no one would hassle her for hogging the weights.

{open!}
cuzfriendship: (explaining)
[personal profile] cuzfriendship
Well, the weather was getting colder, and with it, some of April's natural energy was dwindling. It was a little bit harder to love every day like it was the best day ever during the time of year when she had to wear long pants.

The best way to keep her spirits high when they ordinarily would be down in the dumps was to get some exercise, so here she was, doing her best to maintain a positive attitude.

She would just be over here in the weights section, starting off with a set of bench presses with a barbell significantly bigger than she was.

[[I'm home sick, so it's playtime. no SP warning for me today, huzzah!]]
rebelseekspizza: (dante - ready to knock your lights out)
[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
Kathy'd wanted a spar. Who was Dante to refuse? He hadn't had the chance to flex these muscles in at least a week, and that was absolutely tragic.

So he showed up to the gym a couple of hours after classes, his new boombox in one hand. Old-fashioned, sure, but 1) he could take it anywhere and 2) he'd gotten it for free. (Also 3) Kathy had tried to stop him from getting it, which meant bringing it was funny as well as necessary.) He set it down by the nearest outlet; not too long after, the sound of loud guitars would be heard throughout the gym.

If you had the chance to bring your own background music to a fight, you took it.

He sat down on the floor next to the boombox, his legs sprawling out across the floor, his back to the wall. Now he just had to wait until Kathy showed up.

[[ expecting one, but open before. or during, if you're the popcorn-loving kind. ]]
flickofthewrist: (candy store rock)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
The past few instances of being in the gym hadn't gone really well for Flick. But, things had changed and he didn't want to leave the island without visiting it one more time. He wasn't going full out today because he didn't feel like he really had to. He was at the heavy bag, throwing a few easy punches while he circled around said bag.

This felt a lot easier today and Flick wasn't sure if that was a change in attitude, training finally taking hold, or a combination of both. He just knew that he didn't feel the need to pulverize the bag with his fists. His knuckles thanked him.

He'd worked up a good sweat but his face wasn't screwed up in anger and pain. It was just a good, strenuous workout.

[Open place and post]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
If Flick wanted to be a Shadowhunter, he figured he'd have to really work on changing his fighting style. Being vicious had worked for him all this time but apparently, that wasn't going to work where he was headed. He'd been working with Isabelle over the past few months but he still hadn't really completely let go of what he'd learned.

Today, he'd taken a run around the island and was now in the gym, practicing targeted shots on the heavy bag. The focus was on striking places on the body that could take a person down and not just beating the hell out of them for the sake of it.

It was harder than it sounded. His focus was good but he continued to feel almost clumsy and, in the end, ended up getting frustrated and falling right back on bad habits.

Time to beat the heavy bag.

[Open]
[identity profile] buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com
Dipper decided today to do something healthy. Like work out with the weight machine to try to perform a bench press.

It wasn't working well. He could barely push the bar up.

If one listen closely, they could hear him mutter "Stupid. Noodle. Arms."

Hopefully no one else would be around to witness his humiliation.

gym; monday morning

Monday, May 11th, 2015 09:37 am
flickofthewrist: (pure morning)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Well, so much for any kind of training Flick had had previously when it came to fighting. That was all out the window today. It was amazing what anger and moodiness did for one's self control. He didn't want to be precise and efficient. He just wanted to punch.

So, that's what he was doing. Punching. The heavy bag wasn't as good a substitute as going out and finding someone to taunt into a fight was but he wasn't that far gone. He just knew he was angry and he wanted to get it out before he took it out on someone who didn't deserve it.

His poor hands were already red and they probably didn't deserve that but he already felt a little better than he had yesterday and much better than Saturday. But, he figured he'd keep up the routine for awhile longer until he was exhausted, body and mind, and then he'd take a nap or go to New York or something.

[Open place/post]

the gym; wednesday morning

Wednesday, May 6th, 2015 09:12 am
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Even when he had classes, Flick still had a lot of time during the week to do just about anything he wanted. With no classes now, he had even more time. He wasn't quite to the point of not knowing what to do with himself but he'd probably get close in due time.

Right now, he was going to fill up a few hours by going down to the gym. He'd been having some rough spots in this particular area for awhile but it still gave him something to do, something to get his body into motion and keep himself in shape. Of course, he immediately wanted to fall back into old habits as soon as he stepped into the gym.

But, he ignored those for now. Instead, he grabbed a jump rope and warmed up with that before tossing it aside and walking over to the heavy bag. He pushed it a few times before settling into a slow and easy rhythm.

Hopefully he'd be able to control that for awhile.

[Open place & post]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Flick hadn't been in the gym much since the last time. There'd been a lot going on that had mentally and physically stressed him so the gym had been a second or third thought. Plus, he had some issues from the last time he'd been in the gym.

But, things seemed to be settling now so he was back. He didn't know why he was here, really, but he figured an early morning round with the heavy bag couldn't hurt. For one of the first times since he'd been on the island, he pulled on a pair of gloves and started a quick pace of jabbing and swinging at the heavy bag. He worked without stopping, building up a good sweat before moving his blows into something a little more powerful, something sharper.

He was falling right back into what he knew despite what had happened last time. Hard to stop muscle memory.

[Open place/post]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Once again, Flick had woken up feeling like a ball of energy. By his calculations, the island had been running rampant with this crap for nearly a week so wasn't it supposed to be over? Nevertheless, it wasn't like he could cure so it so he was just in the 'deal with it' phase now.

That meant going to the gym. That meant immediately going to the heavy bag and beating it on it with bare knuckles. When he'd been sick, he hadn't been able to do this so now that he wasn't sick and was feeling motivated and full of energy, he was going to take advantage and try and work out some of the restlessness while he was at it.

A part of him thought maybe he should change up his gym routine but another part of him knew he'd get bored if he tried basketball, knew that he wasn't good with swords and knives, and knew that running would just bore him.

So, beating the heavy it was!

[Open. Just getting a few last posts in before sex pollen expires]
[identity profile] beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com
Yesterday's kissing game had... helped. A bit. But today the itch was back - and worse than before! Which meant Minako was in the gym, trying to burn off some of the nervous energy before she went out and did that other hobby of hers which involved adrenaline.

She'd shrugged into her uniform, and now had an entire basket full of volleyballs at her side while she ran her drills against a wall of the gym. Ball passing, setting, serving, aiming and control... yeah, control sounded really good about now. She was gonna keep doing this until she had control, or until she managed to break all the balls in her basket. Whichever came first.

...it was probably gonna be the death of the volleyballs. Oh well.

[OOC: OPEN GYM! And yes, that is her actual volleyball uniform, with short-shorts.]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Earlier, Flick had woken up, taken the medicine he'd been prescribed a few days ago for his ulcer and gone back to sleep. It seemed the easiest way to avoid feeling like he was full of pent up energy. Sadly, he'd had to wake up eventually to go to class.

After that was over and done with, he'd gone back to his room for a few minutes before breezing out and going down to the gym. He'd spent a lot of time here last time the island had done this so it seemed like a damn good idea to repeat that. He stripped down to shorts and a tank top and found his way over to the familiar heavy bag. It was worn and tearing in places but it was good enough for Flick.

He took a few slower swings at it, just getting warmed up before punching in earnest. He needed to get this energy out of him and if he had to punch this thing until he was covered in sweat and his knuckles were aching, he'd do that.

He already felt a little better though he doubted the burning under his skin and the buzzing in his head would completely go away.

[Open]
seeks_truth: (cass pb: ready to fight)
[personal profile] seeks_truth
Cassandra had been combing through books on magic and the island itself for days. No solution had presented itself, and it was starting to get on her nerves. So she had decided to pick up her training again so at least she wouldn't be falling behind while she was trapped here.

It was the first time she had realized that her current compliment of clothing - her armor, her linen underclothes and her underwear - were not sufficient if she were to be staying here for longer than a few days. She had left her armor in the room. Out of sheer practicality, upon reaching the gym, she had also stripped off her undershirt. It was not ideal, if simply because it left all but her bust uncovered, but it would have to do.

She strode past the strange machines the use of which she could not divine, and paused only when she reached the dumbbells. Strength training, first. Then she would put her armor back on and go to the salle to practice her swordfighting.

But for now, she would be lifting weights, putting good strain on her muscles. It was the first thing in days that had her feeling she was doing anything productive; it put her in a good mood.

[[ open! ]]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
After a long weekend, Flick felt like the gym was a necessity. After how said long weekend had gone, it had become imperative. He'd been in there each day and today was no different. Wasn't like he had anything else to do today, was it? Maybe it was good that he was down there since he'd just gotten progressively moodier as each day passed.

Hitting things generally helped sort that out. Not entirely but, for a little while, it gave him something else to focus on. Plus, maybe it'd help him work off some of that turkey and stuffing Joi had sent him home with. He was still eating it since she'd given him what seemed like an unending bowl of food. Not that he was complaining.

Nope, he was just going to beat the hell out of a heavy bag and maybe spend some time running laps around the gym. Or maybe he'd just beat the hell out of the heavy bag and go back to his room and be moody some more.

[Place and post are open]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Last weekend about this time, Flick had been someone else who enjoyed the simple things in life like blood, torture, fighting, and destruction. Flick remembered those things acutely even if he'd gotten better at realizing it hadn't really been him. Still, they weren't great things to have suddenly pop up and tease you with.

It was too cold to go brood on the roof and he didn't want to stay in his room so the gym was the most logical place to be. He found his way right over to the heavy bag and, after some warming up, started striking it with stiff jabs and the occasional harder hook.

Chase hadn't been all that fond of using his hands to fight, Flick remembered. He preferred using powers that Flick did not have but would probably be helpful in some instances. He figured he could go take down the Mandel alumni one by one, find Frank and bring him home and never worry about worrying again.

When Flick realized he what he was thinking about, what he was wanting, he grimaced and hit the bag harder and harder. The thoughts wouldn't go away though and he stopped trying to make them. He just hit the bag some more.

[Open]
not_a_moonie: ([neg] oh puhlease)
[personal profile] not_a_moonie
A notice had been sent out to the student body informing them that, if they wanted to be in the Homecoming parade, they should meet in the gym to rehearse and assemble the floats.

Alana was the lucky StuCo representative who got to lug paper mache, crepe paper, chicken wire, and other float supplies to the gym for the meeting. (And glitter. So much glitter.) She got stuff vaguely organized around a central open space, then set to work bending the chicken wire. A paper mache gremlin seemed like the kind of thing that belonged in the parade.
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Seemed like today was a day to spend in the gym. After his class (because he was such a good student and all), Flick had gone to his room, changed and then come down to the gym to get some time in with the heavy bag. He wasn't spending as much time down here as he had in the past but he didn't want to get soft and lazy.

He went bare knuckles as he usually did and started out slow. Hand connected with vinyl, making a satisfying sound that would have made Flick smile if he hadn't been otherwise occupied. He didn't keep that pace for too long because it got boring. Soon enough, he was firing off jabs and hooks at a fairly breakneck pace and feeling the muscles in his shoulders, back, and legs start to burn with exertion.

That's what he wanted to feel, what he'd hoped for when he'd come down here and he wasn't planning on stopping until he didn't think he could stand up anymore. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that drastic but he wanted to keep sharp. Considering the island, you never knew when it was going to be needed and he didn't want to be caught unaware.

[Open post]
[identity profile] theheadkid.livejournal.com
With nothing else to do, Travis ended up wandering down to the gym. He kept expecting to see faded gym mats propped against the wall which he and Kyle had tended to lean against when gym got too boring or they wanted to avoid getting beaned in the head with dodgeballs.

And while Travis was sure there were gym mats around, it still wasn't the focal point of the gym. He wandered in and just kind of walked around for awhile. Not that aimlessly wandering the gym was really a good use for it but he had other things on his mind.

Eventually, he got his head on straight and went over to the heavy bag. He gave it a push and it swung back towards him. He gave it another, harder push and caught it against his body with a quite 'oof.'

Then, he just took a swing at it. Hard enough to make his hand sting but it felt good. Skateboarding was a great outlet and so were video games but between the surgery, the fan mail, proposing and being rejected by Cate, Kyle and his parents, he just had some anger that had to come out.

So, he channeled that into beating (with not so great technique) on the heavy bag. His hands were going to ache so badly once he was done. And then he'd whine and regret this.

[Open post and place]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
After getting back from New York yesterday, Flick had spent most of his time in his room, sleeping off his worry. Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep until everything was over and done with so he'd gotten himself up sometime early this afternoon and gotten out of his room. He was going to go crazy if he didn't give his mind something to do.

The easiest thing was to head to the gym and start beating on the heavy bag. His fingers and hand were feeling well enough that he went without gloves today and he'd already worked up a good sweat about an hour into the workout.

After smacking his hand against the bag and feeling the vibration go up his arm and across his shoulder, Flick took a step back and wiped his face down with his towel and took a drink of his water. He shook his hand out, hoping he hadn't done anything stupid to re-injure it. It was already starting to feel better though. Flick still decided to make his brief break just a little longer before he got back to what he'd been doing.

[Open gym]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
It felt like it'd been a long time since Flick had come down to the gym. Truth be told, he probably shouldn't have been here today, pushing his hand and fingers but he was. He had some pent up energy that needed to be let out in some fairly aggressive ways.

Where he usually went bare knuckled for this sort of thing, he'd slid on a pair of boxing gloves today to give his finger some protection. It still stung a bit when he struck the bag and he could feel the vibration up his arm but he pushed through it. His fingers were healed and he'd only re-break them if he got too careless.

Which he very well might do but it wasn't something he was aiming for right now. He just wanted to get back into the swing of things. He wanted to hit the heavy bag and he wanted to get out of his head because it was just dangerous up there with all his thoughts and self loathing.

So, he was there, smacking the heavy bag and testing out his healed fingers. So far, so good. Well, mostly good. Sort of good. Good enough.

[Open]
notconflicted: (training)
[personal profile] notconflicted
Everything was bothering Sia today, and by the time evening rolled around she'd had enough and headed to the gym for her second training session of the day. She knew rationally that she shouldn't get mad every time someone made a noise or whatever, but knowing that didn't help.

So, time to take it all out on the punching bag. Eventually she'd probably tire herself out and leave it alone...


[Open!]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
It felt like it'd been awhile since Flick had been down to the gym. In reality, it hadn't been that long and he'd been getting exercise other ways but still, it was time to fall back into that routine so he didn't end up getting too doughy and soft. He'd save those moments for when he was behind closed doors.

Usually, he defaulted to flat out boxing when it came to the gym and the heavy bag but he was going a little different today. The Brazilian jujitsu classes he'd taken back at the academy had been in his head lately so that's what he was using today. It meant using his body differently, working muscles that didn't tend to get worked as much when he was just flat out punching the crap out of something or someone.

Which didn't take away how much he liked just punching the crap of some people, of course. It was a good time. He just felt like switching it up. He figured he'd slide into Krav Maga techniques in awhile just to keep that side of things fresh as well.

And then maybe he'd go to straight boxing. End with the fun stuff, why not?

[Open gym, open post]
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
Right now, Jessica had pretty much tied up all of the loose ends she had hanging out there. It was weird. Since she was born in a crazy science way, she'd had something really pushing her forward. Staying out of custody, revenge on Roxxon, a grudge match with the Punisher, and now that was all neatly wrapped up, leaving her as a normal high school student with a crazy spy job in another universe.

Okay, maybe not that normal.

And that lack of normalcy was probably why she wasn't taking advantage of not being crazy driven toward something and was instead hitting a punching bag. After all, her world was nuts. It wouldn't be long before she had something else to work toward. She needed to be in condition for that. And this punching bag was giving its life so that she could do that.

Good old punching bag. So brave. So giving.

[OOC: Open for any late night gym people!]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
It'd been awhile since Flick had been down to the gym. Amazingly enough, he'd let himself heal up sufficiently so he wouldn't end up tearing stitches or injuring himself further. The laziness had left him feeling a little restless, if he was honest.

Now that he felt good enough, he was back down there, starting out light. The heavy bag probably hadn't missed him but Flick had missed it. He'd been big into boxing when he'd been in military school and that enjoyment hadn't dimmed when he'd ended up on the streets in New York and then in Mandel Academy.

Maybe he'd move onto some Krav Maga or Brazilian jiujitsu in a few moments but maybe not. He actually liked boxing better than everything else he'd learned. And he thought he was better at it to boot.

So, time to give the heavy bag a beating and stop himself from turning into a doughy bum.

"It's a little tiring to just hear you whine."

Flick's fist nearly slid past the heavy bag when the voice came out of nowhere. He looked around, hands up held in a defensive stance, just in case. When he didn't immediately see anyone, he figured this had to be something similar to when he'd heard Jude and what he'd seen with Sparkle last night.

Still. Flick slowly went back to what he'd been doing, beating on the heavy bag and keeping an ear out for anymore uninvited voices.

[Open post and place, of course. Oh, vampire!Hannibal.]
[identity profile] lil-nikita.livejournal.com
Alex was at the gym just as she was almost every day. She'd been thinking about what was discussed in the Coping With Change class yesterday. Punching the bag had become a coping ritual for her, something she constantly relied on now. Today was no different. With every punch, she thought about all the things she'd been through, and how she emerged a stronger person. At least that's what Nikita tells her often.

It was just like one of her favorite symbols: the butterfly. She made a transformation of sorts. The punching bag, in a way, helped her get here.

Maybe that had something to do with it suddenly changing color. The bag changed to a light shade of yellow...like some butterflies.

What the hell? This was taking a metaphor a little too literally.

Alex was baffled at how she made it change, but she also thought it was the coolest thing ever!

[open!]
[identity profile] jaegerborn.livejournal.com
Chuck's only class of the day had been cancelled; that was fine with him. Meant he could keep his old training schedule more or less intact for the time being. Combat training, gym, sleep. Combat training, gym, sleep. Right now he was on the gym end of his schedule, lifting weights.

His arms still needed work. He was in good shape, but it could be better. It wasn't the kind of stuff that would land you in the cockpit of a Jaeger, but it was the basics. The only thing worse than coming back to Anchorage with sloppy combat skills was coming back to Anchorage and being unable to hit the basic exercise requirements.

There'd be no slacking around the common rooms for Chuck - at least not to the extent he'd seen other students do so so far. Just work. And weights.

[[ open! ]]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
So, it was 2014.

Flick wasn't sure if that was true of his New York since time seemed to be be different there but here, at least, he'd made it through the year without dying. He considered that an accomplishment. Of course, it was probably cheating since he hadn't been in New York permanently for awhile which made it easier to stay alive.

Unfortunately, he was going to have to go back soon. He couldn't stay away too long without Mandel getting passive aggressively angry and threatening to an example of Androids and Ghosts. Flick didn't want to care but he did. And with the new information still inside and still eating at him, he knew he needed to go back and get more details soon.

He just didn't want to. What he wanted to do was be a coward and stay here, doing absolutely nothing but stealing things, eating food that didn't belong to him and sleeping. It was a good life but it was fake.

Today, Flick was going to spend a few hours doing something that made him feel a little less fake. He was just going to beat the hell out of the heavy bag. He wanted his muscles to ache and scream at him and he wanted his knuckles to redden up and nearly bruise.

That would keep him grounded. Ish.

[It's an open place and post. Just taking advantage of my day off.]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
The dorms seemed to be clearing out which meant things were a bit more quiet than usual. Flick didn't mind that. Usually, it meant he spent too much time inside his own head but he was exercising a lot of repression right now and it was working well. It helped that he'd had a pretty good time last night so he wasn't immediately waking up in a crappy mood.

Still, the fact that his mood was decent was going to stop him from getting down to the gym and getting some work in on the heavy bag. His punches weren't quite as violent as he tended to get and he was doing a little more moving and dodging than he usually did (since he tended to go full on attack without a strategy) but he was still getting a good work out in.

And he'd probably stay in the gym for awhile since he really wasn't in the mood to go dodging the chocolate coins raining from the sky. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

[Open, sure]
flickofthewrist: (the lemon song)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
With his two classes finished, Flick made his way down to the gym for some celebratory end of the semester exertion. Except with less celebration and more exertion and rage and anger and devastation because that was still bottled up inside him and he figured that getting it out here would be better than getting it out in the form of a panic attack.

He hadn't spoken to anyone back home since he'd gotten back. Not his father or Mandel or Gwendolyn or anyone. Not that he wanted to speak to any of those people but he figured they'd, at least, try to reach out and gloat in their own passive aggressive way (well, maybe not his father but Flick really didn't want to speak to him right now).

Actually, he hadn't said two words since he'd gotten back on the island. He'd taken his exams, spent time in his room, stolen a few things on the mainland and now he was here, beating on the heavy bag as was his MO. He'd been doing that solid for nearly a half hour when he realized that it wasn't working.

The vice like feeling in his chest wasn't releasing, his anger wasn't abating, and he still wanted to do things that he was trying to avoid thinking about. He didn't want Mandel to be right but he slowly beginning to wonder if the psychopath was right.

Flick kept swinging.

[It's an open post, natch]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Spending time in the gym was a weekly ritual that Flick didn't really want to ignore. It gave him an outlet for a lot of his anger, got him a good workout and helped him with all the stress that seemed to be crushing him. Forgetting the gym would probably mean having a good cry or something in the bathroom and he didn't want to be the guy that did that.

Today, he didn't really have the need to viciously beat on the heavy bag. He was still punching at a quick and hard clip but nothing where he thought his knuckles would split and he'd end up sore and achy. So, there was that. There hadn't been much communication from home and, besides the confrontation with Jude, Flick's week hadn't been terrible.

So, the other shoe was sure to drop pretty soon. It always happened so Flick was taking some time to actually enjoy himself before he had to go back home and face Mandel, face Joi and face the rest of the Wolves. They were out of sight and out of mind.

For now.

[Open for all your gym needs]
flickofthewrist: (pure morning)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
It didn't look like too much time had passed when Flick's portal finally dumped him on the island. He hadn't wanted to leave, not with Joi at Mandel Academy, but he also hadn't had a choice. He had to play along, keep Mandel happy to keep Joi safe. Still, leaving like that felt awful. It meant Gwendolyn had free reign (though he figured Mandel would keep her in check) and it meant Joi was facing the Wolves without backup.

This time, at least, he was coming back with less injuries. Sure, there was a light bandage on his arm from where Gwendolyn had gouged him with her fingernails but that was about it. He'd come back with a few extra book too, courtesy of his second load of classes. These books probably weren't going to do any good here but he figured he'd do some reading, get ahead of the class and show why he was the Dux.

Everything from home left him feeling pretty pent up, restless and angry. He'd woken up that way this morning in New York and it hadn't gone away. He'd been so sure he would have ripped Mandel apart if he'd seen him earlier and he hadn't. That feeling was still there, that blood lust that worried him and made him wonder about his DNA. Was he in control? Was he just a slave to his own genes?

He didn't know but he knew what he could try to do. He could make his way to the gym and he could start beating a heavy bag until his knuckles bled (not there yet). He could push Jude out of his mind since his brother had been wrong and he could forget Joi and the vulnerability and danger he'd exposed her too. Right now, he just wanted to beat something or someone and the heavy bag was a crappy substitute but it was there so he was going with it for lack of anything better.

Flick would make due.

[Open place, open post. Talk to Flick or use the gym or whatever you'd like. I think my spammage is done. Maybe. ;)]
flickofthewrist: (im a fighter)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
It was possibly too soon to be in the gym, doing anything that might put unnecessary stress on his leg and arm but Flick didn't care. He'd spent a week doing nothing at all that might aggravate injuries and that was enough for him. He'd had a successful night last night and had been able to stash a good chunk of money away for things he'd need in the future. He'd ignored Mandel's email for another day while he figured out what to say and how to say it.

He took a few minutes to stretch, something he didn't typically do, just to loosen up muscles that might have tightened up with inactivity. His arm ached briefly but otherwise, that felt fine. His leg still wasn't great but he didn't need his leg to punch and that's all he intended to do for the moment.

He was going bare knuckles again, slamming flesh against padding and enjoying the satisfying sound he made when his fists connected with the heavy bag. Mr. Wilson might have beaten him but he wasn't broken. They needed another strategy if they wanted to teach him a lesson. Physical pain wasn't something that he minded all that much. It was a familiar burden, something he'd lived with for years.

Mandel would need to find a better way to teach him a lesson because all he'd learned was that Mandel kept a lot of goons on his payroll and that he was dumb enough to think a beating was going to make him fall in line. It was laughable.

Flick focused on the heavy bag and ignoring the steadily growing ache in his arm and the continued throbbing in his leg. He'd deal with that later.

[Open place, open post. Talk to Flick or use the gym for your own means.]
flickofthewrist: (mockingbirds)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Haunting the gym seemed to have become a thing for Flick lately. He didn't consider that a bad thing because it meant he got exercise and got to spend some time beating the hell out of a heavy bag, which was always good for working out excess energy and any anger that he might be carrying around.

When he'd started coming down here, he'd gone with gloves to protect his hands but he'd stopped using those since it didn't feel right. He couldn't feel the vibrations of each blow shooting up his arm and settling in his shoulders and he couldn't feel the pleasurable pain that bloomed in each hand after he'd been going for awhile.

Flick was focused on the bag today, hitting it with blow after blow without any sort of pause or hesitation. The more he swung, the more he wished he would've done this to Gwendolyn or, better yet, Mandel. He was almost wishing he'd left with Gwendolyn on Sunday so he could go back home, face the other man and end the whole thing with his bare hands.

And that thought was kind of scary in a way. Flick figured if he did do that, he'd be fulfilling Mandel's prophecy and yet...he still wanted to do it.

[Open gym. Talk to Flick/use for your own gym-ly needs.]
flickofthewrist: (misty mountain hop)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
Second week in a row that Flick was making a visit to the gym. The reasons were twofold this week. He'd like feeling a little more in control of his body after the session last week. He'd started feeling lazy and doughy but a nice, intense workout had left him feeling like he wasn't getting weak and the next time his father showed his face, Flick was going to be physically ready.

Mentally was another story.

This week though, he had another reason. He had things on his mind, things he hadn't thought about in awhile and he needed to get them out of his head. Jude would have laughed and told him it was only human nature and Flick would have had to blush and be embarrassed to be even discussing the whole thing with his younger brother.

Beating a heavy bag senseless? Yeah, that sounded like a good way to release some energy. He'd work up a good sweat and hopefully wash himself of this feeling.

He was going gloves off today, giving his knuckles a beating already as he smacked the heavy bag. There were still images upon images in his head. Dammit. Those weren't going away easily.

Life wasn't fair.

[Open. Feel free to talk to Flick or use the gym for how you need it.]
flickofthewrist: (taste in your skin)
[personal profile] flickofthewrist
After some conversations earlier in the week, Flick had realized he was going to start getting a little doughy if he didn't stop being so lazy. Back in New York, he'd always been on the move, always stealing something, running from someone, or beating the crap out of a meathead that he'd never had to worry about getting a beer gut going on.

But being stuck here meant he'd let his guard down somewhat and his instructors from military school would have been screaming (and thus, spitting) in his face if they could see him now. He didn't need to go back home and face down Mandel and his father as in worse shape than he'd been before. That wouldn't work at all. He needed to be lean and he needed to be toned and he needed to be dangerous.

The gym seemed like a good place to start since he wasn't up to finding people to start fights with right now. There was a heavy bag and there were gloves. It'd do. He stripped down to his tank top and pants and slid the gloves on.

He started slow, just getting a feel for the bag and his stamina. Once he got himself going, he fell into a fierce, bruising rhythm. His hands smacked the bag, making satisfying sounds each time. He kept pounding and planned to keep going until his knuckles started hurting and his shoulders burned.

[Gym's an open place. Talk to Flick or use it for yourself]
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
Jessica had worked through most of her issues from the weekend. The problem, of course, was that getting past "most" still left "plenty." There was what Ben said about genetic decomposition, for one thing. It seemed unlikely, but there weren't exactly many experts for her to look into. She already knew of at least one Peter clone who aged up rapidly to his death after a period of stable aging. Who could really say it couldn't happen to her.

But then there was the identity stuff, which was just a whole other thing.

Screw it. She couldn't think about it right now and going out in costume was just not a fun idea for her at the moment, so she was going to set up a punching bag, she was going to make sure it wouldn't go flying if she really unloaded on it, and then she started really unloading on it.

It was better than thinking about things.

[OOC: Open gym!]
[identity profile] lil-nikita.livejournal.com
Alex was not in the best mood today. She usually had some pent up anger due to things from her past, but she'd been able to hide it well. She actually liked it here, so it was easier not to feel anger all the time.

That was before she turned into a butterfly.

It'd been pretty cool getting to fly around, but then she transformed back into human form and had to basically streak back to her room. That wasn't exactly her finest moment, so she was here today taking it out on a punching bag. Who was she kidding? This was clearly just an excuse to get some of her resentment and anger from her past out, even if she didn't want to admit it.

So there were punches and even some roundhouse kicks to the bag. It helped.

[open!]
notconflicted: (training)
[personal profile] notconflicted
Sia was over this already. It was increasingly difficult to get anything done, she was frustrated all the time, and she was ready for it to all be over so she could resume life as normal. She didn't doubt that she could control her own impulses, but that didn't make it easier, especially when she could feel what everyone else was going through. And when she tried shielding, she still knew what they were thinking about.

She was trying to deal with things the best she could. Today this meant a lot of time at the gym, hitting the punching bag and hoping that she'd feel better at least for a while. Or that it'd at least be easier to get through the day if she just exhausted herself.

Not like that.

So if there was anyone who wanted to use the gym, or who wanted to see a hot teenage princess in workout clothes getting all sweaty and breathing kinda heavy, here ya go.


[Open, see above.]

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