Gym-time

Oct. 10th, 2006 04:05 pm
twiststheblade: (training)
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The problem with working ut 'au natural', as it were, is the lack of resistance. Miho isn't much of a one for weights training, and her stretching routine uses nothing other than her own body, but every now and then it's nice to have something that will fight back. And, lacking an opponent, at least something that will resist. She assumes that the gardeners, and some of the other patrons, might have something to say if she started beating up the trees.

The gym, however, has punch bags. So, she's squared up against a heavy hanging bag, and a dull, fast

-thunk-

-thunk-

-thunk-

sounds out round the room. The bag quivers on its ropes, but it isn't going anywhere. She's fast, though, obscenely fast. And accurate. She has to remind herself that, unlike when she is sparring with the air, the bag cannot stand up to repeated hard blows on the excat same square inch of fabric.

It is possible to burst a punch bag. It's difficult, but it can be done. And she thinks that she might find herself rather unpopular if she covered the floor of the gym in stuffing. So she bounces lightly on the balls of her feet as she strikes, moving around the bag.

Date: 2006-10-11 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
whirrr

clank

Cheeks now flaring a touch at her exertions, Goldy lets out a strained chuckle.

"Well... no..."

Date: 2006-10-11 06:43 pm (UTC)
v_knidh8er: (Glasses)
From: [personal profile] v_knidh8er
What looks like solid plaster is really a series of panels. Most people don't see the seams because...well they're not supposed to.

The damaged panel lifts out of the ceiling revealing a blackness that is blacker than the blackest night.

A small man wearing clothes of a similar black begins to descend through the opening in the ceiling.
He's suspended on wires.
He's also bright orange of complexion.

Seriously folks, Mission Impossible ain't got nothing on these Loompas.

Date: 2006-10-11 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
CLANK!

Weights are released rather too abruptly.

Goldy has never seen them either, so she stares as well, though perhaps not with quite as much wonderment.

"Now that's efficiency for you."

Date: 2006-10-11 06:54 pm (UTC)
v_knidh8er: (Glasses)
From: [personal profile] v_knidh8er
Down...
...down...
......down he goes. He's doing his best to not pay any attention to the women in the room. Bigjobs are just a distraction. Besides, the faster this is done, the quicker he can get back to his tea.

Childsized hands reach out for the now disconnected rope of the heavy bag.

Date: 2006-10-11 06:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
Goldy has absolutely no qualms about just watching. It's cute! ...And also a bit creepy—not that she has any problems with creepy, per se.

She reaches under the seat and grabs her bottle. Water will have to do in the absence of popcorn.

Date: 2006-10-11 07:06 pm (UTC)
v_knidh8er: (Glasses)
From: [personal profile] v_knidh8er
Oh.
Great.

This one's trying to help.
Fantastic.
He couldn't look more thrilled, oh no wait...he could.

If she really wanted to help she wouldn't have broken it in the first place, now would she? He sighs, rolling his eyes.

Once he's got the rope firmly in one hand, the other goes for a clip at his belt.

Date: 2006-10-11 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
Taking a gulp from the bottle, Goldy snerks at Miho. Then wonders what the Loompa is going to do when he's got the bag up to ceiling level, since he's hanging through the damaged panel, and there's now nothing to hook it to.

She's never quite accepted Milliphysics.

Date: 2006-10-11 07:18 pm (UTC)
v_knidh8er: (Glasses)
From: [personal profile] v_knidh8er
He snickers as the Helper retreats.
A good smirk can go a long way, and in this case we mean that quite literally.

Once he's clipped the rope to his belt, he looks up towards the hole and whistles.

He whistles Dixie to be specific.

At once the ceiling begins to peel back, panel after panel, until there's a hole large enough to accomidate the gentle swinging of the now suspended bag.

Date: 2006-10-11 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
"Ahhh..."

Goldy is suitably enlightened, perhaps even a little sheepish to have doubted in the first place.

As work continues, she adopts a thoughtful expression.

"Do you think you ought to tip him?"

Date: 2006-10-11 07:35 pm (UTC)
v_knidh8er: (Glasses)
From: [personal profile] v_knidh8er
As if on rails both the Loompa and the suspended bag shift left. Panel by panel the ceiling is replaced, including the one with the hook for the heavy bag.

He takes another clip from his belt, attaching it first to the hook, and then to the bag. The new set up is tested with a few sharp tugs before the first line is unclipped.

Date: 2006-10-11 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
Goldy considers the options.

"Candy, I suppose. Or toys?"

She glances up at the Loompa, to see if either proposal meets with approval.

Date: 2006-10-11 07:39 pm (UTC)
v_knidh8er: (Glasses)
From: [personal profile] v_knidh8er
Goldy's suggestions are greeted by a visit from the national bird of Loompaland.

Date: 2006-10-11 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
Recovering from her mildly-affronted blink, Goldy snickers now.

"Are they even old enough for that kind of thing?"

Date: 2006-10-11 07:45 pm (UTC)
v_knidh8er: (Glasses)
From: [personal profile] v_knidh8er
He rolls his eyes a second time.

Bigjobs.

Can't live with them, and killing them is against the rules.

He looks up into the black that is the last open ceiling panel.
With a whirrr he begins to rise, disappearing into the black.

Date: 2006-10-11 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
"Saved your ass though," Goldy points out, moving to the bench press and setting the weights to something reasonable.

"Not that I have seen Raph around for... ages."

She looks a bit sad about that. She misses their ragging sessions.

Date: 2006-10-11 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com
"Raph is the grumpy ex-turtle ninja guy on Security. Always wears black," Goldy clarifies.

She lays down on her back between the handles.

"I suppose I do miss him a bit. He's fun to tease and cut up with."

She went up to the roof to check in on him once recently, but his tent was dark, dusty and strewn with leaf litter—apparently abandoned. Though, there was a Raph-shaped area on the couch that was almost clean...

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