can_be_more: (just aeryn)
Aeryn Sun ([personal profile] can_be_more) wrote2005-10-13 04:29 pm
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The gym, Thursday afternoon

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.)

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-10-14 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Cameron waits for a moment for Aeryn to steady the bag again. "Maybe," he responds but he's not sure if it's to the alcohol remark or the possessed theory. He flexes his fists, they're starting to hurt, before punching again.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-10-14 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
He keeps it up for a while longer, but the anger is starting to drain from him and he's getting tired. With a sigh, he pulls back and rubs the sweat from his brow. "Thanks," he says softly."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-10-14 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Cameron looks over at where Ash is lying on the ground and grins, "nice job."

When he turns his attention back to Aeryn, he frowns slightly. "Look, I know you can totally kick my ass for this and I should probably shut up, but he misses you." He shrugs and looks away.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-10-14 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"We men are complete idiots sometimes. Just knock him over the head," he gives her a small, reassuring smile and sighs. "I think I need to go... not get drunk."


((Translation: bedtime. Sorry. Night!))