Alex Millar (pull_my_finger) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-01 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !match-up |
Who: Alex and Big Mac
Where: Stark Tower, Gym
What: Match-up!
When: mid afternoon
Rating: Language at least.
Open: If you can think of a good reason.
Status: On going
Alex was going through a rather... well she was bored. There was so little to do in this place that she could hardly stand it any longer. If it weren't for Mitchell she was sure she would have flown to pieces by now. She longed for Hal. And Tom. And there was no changing that they had been gone some six months. She wasn't entirely heart broken. The lovely Irish ghost, former vampire, saw that she wasn't. It didn't mean she didn't miss them. She tired to fill the time that Mitchell was gone, working in hospital, with a few things that would keep her skills sharp, and not kill anyone in the process. At the moment she stood in the middle of the gym, lifting the heaviest weights she could, without actually touching them. Without breaking a sweat, even if she could. "Piece of cake." She uttered as they hoovered some five feet off the ground and stayed there. What took more thought was separating the weights and stacking them back where they were. One at a time. Catching her lower lip. She began working on doing that. While keeping the rest hoovering off the ground. |