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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[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::takes the punch, as his chin is too large to move quickly out of the way::

::he staggers back, and shakes his head::

Whoa, baby... you got... ::shakes his head again, and tries to grope swing at Aeryn with a right jab::

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Aeryn grabs his wrist, and turns to twist his arm behind his back.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Hey, ow Baby... you appear to ow got me at a disadvantage, all of a sudden...

ow

Guess I shouldn't be holding back on you, huh? ow.

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"Sorry," she says, pulling on his arm a little harder before letting him go. "Must be beginner's luck."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::shakes his arm out::

Alright... no more Mister Nice Ash.

::motions to Aeryn::

Come get some.

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

[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::

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

[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::

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Aeryn sidesteps him, letting the swing go wild and giving her a chance to swing a right hook towards his jaw.

"Pretty sure," she says.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::his head snaps upwards as the fist connects::

Oh, ow, Baby. Was that really... ::his eyes cross, and he plummets face first into the floor, unconscious::

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Aeryn watches him fall, and smiles.

"Well. I feel better."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Wooooot!"

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She prods Ash's unconscious body with her foot.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::mumbles something about "football practice", and starts snoring::

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: yay! my work here is done. Feel free to kick him while he's down... he'll be unconscious for a while.]

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(Thank you, I love you, and so does Aeryn. *g*)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*words can't express Parker's glee at this point*

*she also makes a note: Aeryn is hard-core. If she ever does spar with her, it'll be when she's completely rested, ready, and ruthless*

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*this is what Aeryn has been saying*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker *so* gets that now*