Who: Justine, Daryl Dixon What: Matchup! When: Saturday morning Where: Chance car Warnings: Strong language on Daryl's part? Will update as needed.
Justine woke early, spent some quality time with Thomas, had a bite to eat, and then slipped out of bed and dressed for a trip to the gym. After a brief workout, and several laps in the pool, she re-dressed, and took a leisurely stroll toward the back of the car. She'd heard some interesting rumors about the caboose, and she was curious to see what she might chance to find there this morning. When she stepped through the door, she was pleased to see an array of shuriken, stilettos, kunai, khukri--and other bladed weapons of all shapes and sizes--lining the side walls. Several targets stood at varying distances at the far end of the room, leaving the floor open at the center of the room for sparring and throwing. Some trick of quantum physics made it bigger on the inside than a train car ought to be, but she didn't try to puzzle that out. It had been too long since she'd practiced with a blade. Time to put that to rights.