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fandomtownies2018-11-26 12:01 am
notallbluemonks) wrote in fandomtownies2018-11-26 12:01 am
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Atlas Gym, Monday (11/26)
Now that she had the hang of the speed bag, Beau had plans to take advantage of it while she was at work today; it combined two of her favorite things, after all, punching stuff and being quick.
So of course her plan wouldn't go the way she wanted it to, because when did they ever? No, when she arrived the speed bags had been replaced by plush and very soft animal-shaped pillows with cartoonish smiling faces.
". . . dude, nobody is going to want to hit those," Beau grumbled out loud to no one -- well, maybe to the island at large, since she was glaring in a general upward direction. "Come on."
She leaned on her staff and waited for a few moments as if she expected the island to take the hint and let the bags go back to normal, but . . . nothing, and her loud pointed sighing and foot-tapping and occasional exclamations of "Come on, man!" did nothing to convince it.
Finally, rolling her eyes, she went and took a look in the storage closet, and yup. There they were, piled up neatly and waiting to be returned to their proper places.
Beau spared a moment to flip off the island with both hands before she started lugging the speed bags out and hanging them back up. Because really? Really?
[[No OCD, but open, and SP more likely than usual today.]]
So of course her plan wouldn't go the way she wanted it to, because when did they ever? No, when she arrived the speed bags had been replaced by plush and very soft animal-shaped pillows with cartoonish smiling faces.
". . . dude, nobody is going to want to hit those," Beau grumbled out loud to no one -- well, maybe to the island at large, since she was glaring in a general upward direction. "Come on."
She leaned on her staff and waited for a few moments as if she expected the island to take the hint and let the bags go back to normal, but . . . nothing, and her loud pointed sighing and foot-tapping and occasional exclamations of "Come on, man!" did nothing to convince it.
Finally, rolling her eyes, she went and took a look in the storage closet, and yup. There they were, piled up neatly and waiting to be returned to their proper places.
Beau spared a moment to flip off the island with both hands before she started lugging the speed bags out and hanging them back up. Because really? Really?
[[No OCD, but open, and SP more likely than usual today.]]