WHO: Paige Matthews and OPEN WHAT: Just checking out the gym in the apartment complex WHERE: ... never-never land. The Gym at the apartment complex WHEN: July 25th, 2009. Around late 11 AM STATUS Open-incomplete Ratings: TBD
Paige had gotten up and made coffee for herself in her small kitchen before heading down to the training room. Not to train but just to get a look around. She had been there only once when they'd all moved in. Paige wasn't the hand to hand sister. That had always been, and still was, Phoebe's thing. Not that Paige didn't know how to physically defend herself. She had learned the benefit of it when she and Phoebe had switched bodies way back when; when Paige had first started out. She'd kept up when she had the time to but for a long while that had get set to the back burner. Training. With work, then finding herself as a witch, being the Head Witch for a while, then teaching at Magic School, and then becoming it's Head Mistress ... learning sparring techniques had never been very high on her priority list.
With actually having an active power that didn't require up close contact (thank you orbing in keeping her away from torpedoing fireballs), it never really had been. But Paige realized that in this world that nothing was a surety. It was bad enough that she couldn't just throw potions on these demons. Sure she could just move demons into devil traps and she had done as such when they'd attacked the apartments that one time. However, she wouldn't be able to do that all the time. Learning would be good. Learning would be interesting.
Walking further into the room, Paige picked up one of the dumbbells, flexing with it for a moment, making a face at it before putting it back down. Oh, yeah. This was going to be an experience. It was a good thing that Paige liked learning from them and having those. They could be pretty fun if they worked out in the right way.