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Post by Gail Marie Jacobs on May 31, 2009 2:34:29 GMT 1
It seemed strange to step into the training room of the Head Quarters. Gail tended to stay away from this place, although she heard a lot about it. Though she had made it clear to anyone who knew her that she was on the side of good she was a stranger here. No one knew her and she didn't really care, except for that annoying pull in her stomach that made her feel like she was breaking and entering. Figuring that no one whould find her as some spy or enemy with her kids with her she brought the twins. She set them down on a bench in their carriers and got to work on training.
Her weapon bag was set far away from the bench just to be safe. The kids were walking already and were almost a year old so she didn't want to see if they could get out of their carriers to play with the "shiny objects" in the bag. Her first victim was the punching bag. The only problem with it was that she wasn't a hand to hand fighter like some of the other slayers. She wasn't bad at it. She just wasn't what most people whould expect from a slayer and she seemed to lack in some of the super powered skills and strength. Swords and knives appealed to her more then fists anyways. She sent a series of punches to the poor defensless bag. It swung back and forth as she did.
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Post by Xander Harris on Jun 18, 2009 9:11:21 GMT 1
Since Xander couldn't get a hold of Buffy or Willow do anything productive after he had finished his paperwork in the morning, Xander decided to hit the training room to lift some weights and hit the meat. Yes this was the same Xander Harris boy screw up who barely touched weights or knew how to read and translate in high school. Xander was the unofficial head watcher of Misery and only second in command only to Buffy. Still, Xander will not admit that he is watcher if his life accounted for it. Despite growing up a lot over the years, he didn't want to change, he wanted to be the same unique self that he loved and that his friends grew to love.
As Xander made his way down the way toward the training room, he waved nonchalantly to slayers, wickens, and the rest of the snobby watchers. It's not like he disliked watchers, his unofficial adopted father Giles was the best watcher a slayer could receive. It just irked him that they all reminded him of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. Wesley wasn't a bad person and all, but it took him awhile to understand slayers as people. Xander recently heard that he was killed while working with Angel's crew in L.A.
Xander before he had left his office changed into sweats, old gym shoes, and a white t- shirt. That would most likely come off before the end of the work out, he always sweated like a pig. He could give Rocky a run for his money when it comes to sweating. Xander began to think about how much better shape he is in now, since the hellmouth devoured Sunnydale. He was in good shape because he worked construction and it gave him a good work out. Now he was in excellent physical shape, since he started to train and spar with Buffy when they had nothing better to do. Once in a great while he would give her a run and get in some good hits, that or she wanted to keep Xander motivated and boost his confidence. Something Xander always lacked, but he knows he is a much improved fighter, which indeed helped raise his confidence level.
Xander walked in the training room and spotted what looked to be a young women pounding away at a punching bag. He assumed she was one the many slayers he hasn't been acquainted, He sure if she told him her name, he would remember her name from one the many slayer files he was forced to read. She didn't even notice Xander walk in, so he decided to skip the greeting and let her have her space. He knew from passed experience messing and interfering with a slayer during training would result in a broken nose or something far worse. Xander decided to pick a red punching bag in the corner of the room opposite of the young woman's. Xander dropped his duffel bag full of clothes, stakes, holy water, twinkies, and anything vital to dealing with vampires and or demons. Xander zoned in on the bag imagine it to be Angelus and started to pound the poor bag with lefts and rights.
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Post by Gail Marie Jacobs on Jul 6, 2009 2:30:33 GMT 1
Gail was oblivious to anything around her and was too caught up in beating up the punching bag. She wasn't trying that hard either. Hitting something that wouldn't hit back wasn't fun. Every time she went out to patrol killing a vampire wasn't her intention but for the sake of her calling she did it anyways. She wasn't even sure if it that at first considering her temper issue which happened to come from the stress of raising her two kids and her slayer duties. Only ninteen and already she considered her life worse then others. Yet she enjoyed it. After all, it wasn't like it was boring.
Keeping herself entertained she imagined that the bag had arms and legs. She pretended to dodge punches and sweeping feet. She knew she must have look insane but she didn't even know anyone else was in the room. The bag swung around in a small circle causing Gail to spin in her place to avoid getting hit in the face. She thought she heard banging in between her own hits but ignored it. After a few more seconds of hearing it she stopped dodging to look around and got hit in the back by the bag. Finally taking a break she stopped the swinging bag. She turned around and let out a short scream that was more like a yelp apon seeing yet another person in the room with her. Her entire face turned red and she hoped he was paying more attention to his own bag instead watching her practicing.
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