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fandomtownies2007-06-05 12:58 pm
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Atlas Gym - Tuesday Early Afternoon
It had been awhile since Wilson had a chance to head down to the gym and with Aziraphale off running handwavey errands, the doctor decided to take himself off for some exercise.
Changing into shorts and one of Phale's t-shirts, he headed for the racquettball courts. He paused by the boxing area for a moment, eyeing the bags.
It was tempting to go in and try to learn a bit about the most basic fighting technique but with a soft sigh, Wilson realized that really wasn't ever going to be his way. The best he could do was try to keep his stamina up and his footing nimble so that he could continue to keep out of the way of the mean and nasties that seemed to like mortals for lunch.
Twirling the racquet in his hand, he headed into one of the glass walled courts. His thoughts kept drifting back to the aborted conversation with Lucifer the night before and as he lifted his hand up to serve to himself, he had to wonder when exactly the idea of being mortal had become such a handicap.
[ooc: Open as a gym tends to be!]
Changing into shorts and one of Phale's t-shirts, he headed for the racquettball courts. He paused by the boxing area for a moment, eyeing the bags.
It was tempting to go in and try to learn a bit about the most basic fighting technique but with a soft sigh, Wilson realized that really wasn't ever going to be his way. The best he could do was try to keep his stamina up and his footing nimble so that he could continue to keep out of the way of the mean and nasties that seemed to like mortals for lunch.
Twirling the racquet in his hand, he headed into one of the glass walled courts. His thoughts kept drifting back to the aborted conversation with Lucifer the night before and as he lifted his hand up to serve to himself, he had to wonder when exactly the idea of being mortal had become such a handicap.
[ooc: Open as a gym tends to be!]
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He'd never actually seen anyone play raquetball before. Probably though, considering who he was watching, he wasn't going to learn much beyond the idea that Wilson had really nice legs.