Atlas Gym [Tuesday Afternoon]

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After her class, Veronica was feeling restless so she headed to the gym.

She ran for a bit on the treadmill but decided that what she really needed was to hit things so she decided to work with the punching bag.

Unless someone came in and was up for a spar, of course.



[open gym!]

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[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"What'd that bag ever do to you?" Max asked with an amused grin from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

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"Wouldn't you like to know?" Veronica snarked, glancing at the... rather large man leaning against the wall.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Well, I have been accused of an overabundance of curiosity," he admitted. Even if that curiosity tended to be focused on a few narrow topics.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica smirked at that given it was something she had heard on more than one occasion. "Just making good use of it's intended purpose as something punch."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"I've never really understood punching bags," Max shrugged his massive shoulders. "They don't hit back."

Judging from the whole 'broken more than once' look of his nose, Max had experience with things that hit back.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Well, there was no one here to hit," Veronica pointed out.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max grinned and quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'I'm here now'.

Because that would be an even match-up.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Hey, Veronica was a lot tougher than she looked.

She smirked. "I'm game if you are."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"I never say no to a beautiful woman," Max smirked. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way out onto the mats.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica already had her hands wrapped for hitting the bag so she moved to the mats as well and did a quick stretch of her arms.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"You got any formal training?" Max asked as he rolled his shoulders back a few times to loosen up. He just wanted an idea of how serious he should take the fight.

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"Formal? Not really," Veronica said. "But I spar with guys who are bigger than me on a pretty regular basis."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max laughed in amusement. "Which is to say you spar with guys on a pretty regular basis." He didn't imagine there were all that many who weren't bigger than her.

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"You call that a punch?" Fred joked, having come into the gym for his own reasons.

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Veronica hit the bag with a hard one-two punch and glared at him. "Hell, yeah, I do."

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"Well then, let me feel it," Fred said, walking over. "Got it?"

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Hmm, this seemed like it could go very wrong. Which didn't stop Veronica from throwing as hard a punch as she could at Fred's stomach.

"Ow."

And hurting herself in the process. Oops.

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"Careful," Fred said, and in a concerned, not condescending, tone. "See, swinging hard at a bag is one thing. People are harder."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, the bag has some give."

Fred's stomach... did not.

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. Mutant," Fred said with a shrug. "But if you want... I can stand here, and you can get some practice hitting somethin' proper. Might want gloves, though."

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"Really? You wouldn't mind?" Veronica asked.

Well, why should he? It wasn't like she was strong enough to do any damage.

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"Please," Fred said. "I've stopped tank shells."

He grinned.

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Veronica laughed. "Okay, cool."

But gloves were definitely a good idea and she went to grab some.

"So what's your mutant ability?" she asked, pulling them on.

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"Two things," Fred said, holding up two pudgy fingers.

"First one is that you can't hurt my skin. I mean, when I mentioned the tank shell thing? I literally just shoved my hand down the barrel and let it fire. Bruised the knuckles, but that was it. The second, well... I kinda can't be moved, if I don't want to. Got my own gravitational-something. And before you make a joke, I had it three hundred pounds ago, too."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't gonna make a joke," Veronica said. "So really me hitting you won't hurt you at all."