Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-31 14:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Shadowboxing
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Their apartment above Avarice
When: (I forgot what date we started this, so...) Wednesday, March 31st
Now... here was a sight that would likely make many people laugh. Since Neely had been out doing... actually? Rachelle realized she had no idea WHERE Neels had gone... anyway, since Rachelle was home alone, she figured now was the time to work on some toughening up. You know, cuz throwing a better punch would obviously protect her if a vamp attacked again. The girl had her hair, for now, in it's natural brown state, and it was slightly wet with sweat as she bounced up and down like a boxer in front of the heavy punching bag in the empty room near the bedrooms, wearing baggy sweatpants that were rolled down to just under her hips, a ragged, cut off Red Sox tee, and white tape around her fists as she laid into the bag, a little sneer on her face, as she had the boombox near her blasting out Soulfly's "Umbabarauma".
Surprisingly, for once, Neely didn't come home with news, good or bad. She'd had a completely unremarkable day, to be perfectly honest. She walked into the apartment wearing jeans and a Broken Sunrise babydoll t-shirt and just... followed the sound of the music. Spotting Rachelle, she grinned and leaned against the doorway, raising an eyebrow: "You're doing that wrong."
"I know I ain't 'punching like a girl', so... I guess the technique ain't right?" She asked breathlessly, stopping for a second. Ugh. She was clearly beat, as she was sweatier than Roger Ebert running the Boston Marathon.
"Your footing isn't right, for one," Neely pointed out. She moved over to Rachelle and placed her hands on her hips, laughing as she tried to position her in the proper stance. "Maybe we should work on that before you try to hit things. You'll fall on your ass, otherwise."
"I dunno... the people I've hit haven't had any critiques to make..." She smirked, unable to help that one. "Ok, sorry. Seriously... show The Italian Stallion how it's done, babe."
"Bet your hand felt like a motherfucker afterwards, though," Neely pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, so watch me. Keep in mind I'm a Southpaw, though. So, do the opposite?" She laughed, before positioning her feet on the ground, legs shoulder-width apart, her right leg forward, before doing a little shadowboxing. "See? Freedom of movement."
"Ok. So... I have a few thoughts about all this." Rachelle smirked as she made mental notes of all this. "First and foremost? While I know that you could technically probably tear a mortal man to pieces in the time it takes me to pop the tab on a can of beer, I still find the image of cute little you in a fighting stance hilarious. Second? I get that freedom of movement thing, and will definitely remember it. Third?" She snickered, shaking her head as if saying she was sorry for not being able to hold this one in, "Yeah, last time, my hand hurt, but only cos I used the knuckle in an attempt to really make the bitch bruise."
"Hey, this cute little fighting stance is better than being ripped to shreds. ... For the other guy, at least. I'm nice like that." She scowled a little at the other thing, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she said: "Alright, Rocky. Show me what you got, then."
"Oh... you want some of this?" Chelle laughed, doing a little Muhammed Ali dance. "Float like a butterfly, sting like when I pee! Or something like that..."
"Bee, smartass. Don't go misquoting Ali," Neely laughed, before putting up her hands and making fists. "See how my arms are positioned, and hands for that matter?" She laughed, circling the other woman with amazing skill. "Try it."
"True. The stings when I pee comment would be if Ben was a boxer." Meow! She tried to match Neely's stance, wanting to learn but wanting to have fun with it too. "Show me how to do this in case I gotta fight off your little BoyCrush eventually..." She purposely smiled when she said that, so she'd know it was purely meant sweetly.
"Har har, smart ass. He’s not a BoyCrush. He's just a boy who I like and for some reason likes me back, and don't make that face!" Neely pouted, but as always, she couldn't do it for long. She laughed and rolled her eyes, before throwing a few different punches. "Attacking's pretty easy, but you really have to learn defense. Or, in your case? Pull a Forrest Gump."
"And run? Unlikely. This is me. I'm stubborn. Like how I'm still gonna call Depresso-Lad your boyfriend." Really? She was THRILLED Neely had made a friend. No matter WHO it was. At this point, as she'd made clear, she was even willing to let her be friends with Meeghan again, had the bitch not decided Neely wasn't worth it.
"Well, if the situation ever comes up and I'm not there? Hell yes, you run." Oooh, protective!Neely makes an appearance. She let out a cutely frustrated noise at the other thing. "Be nice," she pouted. "I wanna keep this one."
"Hey... from what Luce tells me, this one could set my ass on FIRE if I piss him off. Or fry me like the goddamn Emperor. So yeah. Unless he tries to fuck you or something? I think I'll pass on hittin' him." See? This was Rachelle being supportive.
"Good girl," Neely replied, before briefly patting Rachelle on the head. In part to piss her off, and in part because... well, okay, mostly just to piss her off. "Okay, so what do you know about blocking, then?"
"....a lot less than I know about being naked with you?" She blurted out without really thinking.
My God, Neely actually blushed, then. "Okay, so there are a couple of different ones, which I am in no way showing you all of them, since my ego can't take that much punishment in one day." Since one of them involved her bobbing and weaving like a bird, "But the easy one, and most important? Pretty simple." She locked her forearms together and brought them up to protect her face. God only knew where she learned this from. The joys of being a Bale, mm?
"I know you're doing a really good thing, and trying to protect me and junk... but seriously? Right now I just wanna get naked with you. Any objections?" She asked, raising that eyebrow that Neely seemed to love so much.
Neely lowered her arms and smirked lopsidedly, before looping her fingers around 'Chelle's sweatpants and tugging her close, "None. 'Course, I'm going to have to teach you sometime. Can't always be there to protect you," she snarked.
"I'll give ya a raincheck. Scout's honor." Because Rachelle was obviously a girl scout. "Think we can make it to the bedroom? Or are we just gettin' it on right here?"
The blonde pretended to think about that, her mouth moving to one side. "How 'bout we attempt to make it to the bedroom this time?" She smirked, before nipping Rachelle’s neck.