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]

Yikes! Sam takes an elbow to the chin and a kick to the abdomen and almost doubles over to pant for breath. "Geez, Parker, where'd you learn to to do that?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Italy," Parker pants, not spent yet, but just hovering. Carter's too protected now to get a good kick in. "Giusseppe. Said I couldn't keep up 'cause I was a girl. Heh."

[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?"

[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."

[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.

[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*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam backs up a few steps from Parker's first kick, then rocks on the balls of her feet while she waits for the next assault.

"Well, that's nice, I guess. My exes always seem to end up dead, and the dead don't send a lot of postcards."

She takes the kick in the hip, but blocks the punch. "Nice shot, Parker." *punch**punch*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ow." Parker sends one last punch back, then wobbles, and--

*thud*

"Crap." She's on the mat, having lost her balance on that last barrage and stumbled into the second punch.

"Goddamnit, Carter. You punch like Dempsey."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam grins down at Parker and offers her a hand up. "Thanks. My brain remembers being trained by T...Murray. Not to mention the training I had before I really knew him."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker considers using a judo move to get Carter onto the mat too, then grudgingly accepts the help up. "Yeah, that would do it. Murray looks like he could bench-press a Toyota. If his fighting skills match the physique...."

She gets to her feet, and winces as she takes off the headgear, irritably brushing hair out of her face. "You had the advantage going in."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam removed her gloves, rubbing her hands to get the feel of sweaty leather out of them. "Yeah, but you really kept up, Parker. And the skills? Blow the physique out of the water."

She pulled of the headgear, leaving her hair sticking up in sweaty tufts.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"...okay, my mind just went to a *happy* place." Parker sheds the gloves, and unwinds the wrappings on her fingers, wincing, then cracking her neck. "If we ever go no-holds-barred, though, I'm kicking your ass."

"Thanks. But remind me not to spar with Sun unless I'm in perfect shape though, okay? Damn, that was funny." She chortles at the unconscious Ash once again.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam grins at the prone coach. "Should be a heck of a broadcast tonight, don't you think? Maybe Aeryn will be the lead story."

"You can try, Parker." She said, walking over to her water bottle and blotting her face with the towel. "Yeah, I don't know that I'd spar with Aeryn unless I had been training for months straight."

She took a few deep swallows of water, then said, "I bet we could raise a lot of money with ticket sales, though."

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OOC: *is dead*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker laughs, loud and long. "Oh, god. New roof from the gym, here we come."


_{[[high-five! Next time, I'm going to be kickin' your metaphorical butt!]]}

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Private jet for the school..."

[[high-five! That's only fair, right?]]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"A small, but tasteful, ferris wheel...."


_{[[exactly. heh!]]}

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a stable with some horses..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And Maseratis for all." Parker pauses. "You do the posters, I'll set up the ticket booth."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Done," Sam grins. "Too bad we can't use the funds to import intelligent men. Stupid anti-slavery laws."