Return of the Return of the Multi-Pup Post!
Milliways has, for once, caught me in a good mood - though true to form, it has brought me when I'm at something less than my best. The bruise around my left eye is fading but still can't quite be concealed by makeup, and I'm still moving stiffly due to various aches and pains (the worst being in my ribs). Being punched and falling out of a second-story window will do that, but I have the satisfaction of knowing that the responsible party ended up much worse off.
I make my way to the fireplace and settle cautiously into one of the stuffed chairs. A barstool or a wooden chair at one of the tables would be a little too hard on me this point.
~*~*~*~
YT's not training with Steph anymore, but she's still taking hand-to-hand lessons, now from a small but tough-as-nails Korean guy who's a friend of a friend of Hiro's.
Right now, she's using some of the moves she's learned to wail on the punching bag outside. She's a small person and it's a very big bag, but that doesn't seem to bother her. She's more bothered by whatever's motivating her to attack the bag.
~*~*~*~
J.C. is on the firing range, but not practicing with a gun. Instead, he's tossing throwing knives at one of the targets. For him firearms practice is training, but knife-throwing (which he did not learn in the course of his formal instruction) is more of a way to unwind.
[OOC: Tag anyone you like. Emma is in a good enough mood to treat you to a drink, if you're reasonably polite. YT is pissed, but not likely to do to you what she's doing to the bag. J.C. is...well, himself. Lots of slowtimes until about 6 PM.]
I make my way to the fireplace and settle cautiously into one of the stuffed chairs. A barstool or a wooden chair at one of the tables would be a little too hard on me this point.
~*~*~*~
YT's not training with Steph anymore, but she's still taking hand-to-hand lessons, now from a small but tough-as-nails Korean guy who's a friend of a friend of Hiro's.
Right now, she's using some of the moves she's learned to wail on the punching bag outside. She's a small person and it's a very big bag, but that doesn't seem to bother her. She's more bothered by whatever's motivating her to attack the bag.
~*~*~*~
J.C. is on the firing range, but not practicing with a gun. Instead, he's tossing throwing knives at one of the targets. For him firearms practice is training, but knife-throwing (which he did not learn in the course of his formal instruction) is more of a way to unwind.
[OOC: Tag anyone you like. Emma is in a good enough mood to treat you to a drink, if you're reasonably polite. YT is pissed, but not likely to do to you what she's doing to the bag. J.C. is...well, himself. Lots of slowtimes until about 6 PM.]