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fandomtownies2009-01-11 08:01 pm
tyler_gone) wrote in fandomtownies2009-01-11 08:01 pm
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Atlas Gym, Sunday Night
Tyler was in a truly excellent mood as he re-emerged into the main gym after a kickboxing class. The other NPC students had been more limber than they were good at the actual boxing thing, but that had just made them fun to watch while he worked on the forms.
He settled on a mat to stretch out a little more, weighing his options for a further workout. He might spend some time with the weights or run on the treadmill. Or he might hope someone worth sparring would wander in.
That last option would be the most fun, but he wouldn't spend the night crying or anything if he had to content himself with a fast round against the punching bag.
[OOC: OPEN! It's seriously been too long since he sparred anyone.]
He settled on a mat to stretch out a little more, weighing his options for a further workout. He might spend some time with the weights or run on the treadmill. Or he might hope someone worth sparring would wander in.
That last option would be the most fun, but he wouldn't spend the night crying or anything if he had to content himself with a fast round against the punching bag.
[OOC: OPEN! It's seriously been too long since he sparred anyone.]