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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::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*)