The gym, Thursday afternoon

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Aeryn has been spending a lot of time at the gym this week, which isn't out of the ordinary, but she doesn't like the reasoning behind it. She doesn't want to be frustrated, but Crichton frelling brings it out of her. Yesterday resulted in bruised and scraped knuckles, so today she's wearing gloves as she beats on the punching bag.

He wants to help? Fine. Except he's not frelling helping.


(OOC: Feel free to antagonize/cheer her up. Either one might make her feel better and if she gets any more emo on me, I swear to god she's ending up strapped to something at the bottom of a large body of water.)

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam spins out with a kick on the left, hoping to take Parker by surprise. "So, just how badly did you kick his ass?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam, too caught up in her fight with Parker, doesn't hear the grunt.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Unless you've got another brilliant idea, I'd say we are." Yay!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker dances back, almost falling on her ass. "Whoa. Broke a finger. Cracked a rib. Broke his heart."

She grins, blocks, goes for a low punch. "He entered the priesthood."

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Aeryn frowns, trying to work this out. "Is it her turn to get possessed, maybe?"

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Keeping one arm held over her chest to guard herself, Aeryn swings with her left arm.

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Aeryn thinks about it. "Early death?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"That's what I thought," he punches the bag extra hard and then looks at Aeryn trying to ignore that she looks like Vala. "I wanted to get her to the clinic but..." The bag swings right back at him and as he isn't paying attention it hits him square on the chest, making him stagger back.

"Son of a bitch," he mutters and throws himself on the bag with more vigor.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"It's been said." Sam grins back, baring lots of teeth. She moves forward a step so she catches the kick on her hip, but from Parker's calf instead of her foot. She sends a right back.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Tried it. Doesn't help, trust me. Just makes things angstier, if such a thing is possible."

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Aeryn stands behind the bag, holding it in place. "You're going to break your hand punching like that."

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Aeryn looks at her.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker ducks, weaves, then stops.

"Wait. I gotta see the end of what she's doing to the Coach. Heh."


_{[ooc: and the rest of the fight continues in the previous thread above]}

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He blinks and looks up at her, "how then?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam tightens her abdomenal muscles to take the punch, then jabs on the left again. *kick**punch* "Did he ever recover?" *punch* "From the broken heart, I mean," she said, wiping some sweat off with the back of her hand.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::And Ash takes another blow to the face::

::Luckily, his skull is probably the thickest and most resilient body part he has::

Wow, sweetcheeks, you got one heckuva punch for a girl. ::blinks a few times, and then swings a quick left hook::

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Oops. "Long story."

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She lets go of the punching bag to reposition his hand into a proper fist, then resumes her position as spotter. "Try to keep your arm straight. You go in at that angle and you'll hurt yourself rather than whatever you're hitting."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Too bad we don't have popcorn."

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Aeryn ducks the punch, using her new position to put a fist into his gut.

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"I'm sure," Aeryn says slowly.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Agh." Parker shakes her head, catching one of those punches *hard* right above her ear, and taking a kick on that same knee again. "Ow."

She elbow jabs forward, then does a kick-jump, driving Sam back.

"Got a... postcard from him. He and God are working out as a permanent thing. Takes his final vows... next June." She shrugs, grins. "Fickle guy."

*Kick-punch*

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OOC: Check the Marty/Angela post from last night. There might still be some there.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::starts coughing violently after taking the hit::

Whoo. You sure you're a woman, baby? ::coughs, and shakes his head::

::tries his best to duck right and swing in a punch to her side::

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I'll tell you the whole boring saga sometime over drinks, if you want, but not tonight." She sighs, "I'm trying to pull myself out of a funk, not dig myself deeper."

OOC: Just thought of something--isn't tonight Ash's night on the radio?