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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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker cackles and almost loses her balance again.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam grins widely as she kicks out and slightly down with her right leg.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ow! Bitch." Parker takes it on her right knee, but she's grinning more evilly now.

And kicks out for Sam's hip, whip-fast.

[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.

[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]}

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Too bad we don't have popcorn."

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

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

OOC: Yeah, but that's got purple prose all over it...