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[whatialways_do]

Who: Max Guevara and OPEN
What: Beating ... the holy hell out of a punching bag.
When: Late Wednesday night, possibly early Thursday morning.
Where: The Gym
Rating: PG-13

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[painhumbles]

Don't mind Gabriel. Just passing through... Narrowly avoiding being attacked by a rogue punching bag. This was one place he probably should've thought twice about poking his nose in, but he was here now and... Well, hot girl and a tube-shaped excuse for a conversation. Thank you, gods of badly constructed exercise equipment.

He whistled once. It was both a gesture of how impressed he was and something to get her attention (although far from being a catcall- he wasn't that much of a slob, thank you). "Wow. You really showed him whose boss. Y'know, I hear the microwave's been getting a little saucy- might wanna teach it a lesson too."

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Max turned on him like he was an idiot. "You new? The microwave gets blown up every other week."

It's a sad fact of Paradisan life that the microwave in the kitchen is abused by the people who don't know how to use it. Max knew at this point that it was too much to hope that people might have a little common sense to not poke the strange looking box with a penchant for exploding. It just wasn't going to happen.

[painhumbles]

"Guess it wasn't just because it didn't like my face," Gabriel said with a shrug. He paid attention to the local news- sort of. Microwaves + Idiots = Boom, blah, blah. He ought to send that into Mark- give the kid something to riff on, but microwaves weren't the important thing here.

"Few months strong," he added, casually, kicking at the bag. "Just not that interested in Don Quixote tilting at appliances."

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"Most people aren't," she said with a smirk. "Curiosity just got the better of them. It kills cats, ya know."

She picked up the punching bag easily with one hand, hauling it up by the chain and dragging it back to where it was anchored to the ceiling. Normally she would fix something like that herself, but she didn't have the tools and she wasn't in the mood to go get them. "A little help?" she muttered at the ceiling, and in the blink of an eye, the punching bag was reattached and swinging again.

[possemagnet]

Wandering around the damn castle that was apparently out to get him Dean was sure of a few things. One, that the place itself was mammoth and two that he still had a lot of reading to do until he totally understood it. Dean couldn't sit down and study for hours on end like Sam, it started wearing at him, he needed to let loose energy and for as much research as he'd done in his room with Cooper at his bedside he wasn't any better off than when he'd started. It was about then that he'd taken to just exploring the place. He didn't have his guns, no weapons to speak of, and he was dressed in nothing but a tucked in button up and jeans. He was out of his element. It had been a week since everything happened at the bone yard in Kansas, and for Sam, Bela, and Jo it had apparently been longer. He wasn't sure how to account for the time lost or the fact that he'd been here several times before, so, he just chose to ignore the crowds and stick to himself until he was more comfortable around the cluster fuck of people that knew him from times

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Of course. Because what's the use of living in a giant castle if she's able to avoid people.

She doesn't turn at first. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and then moved over to pick up the punching bag, preparing to put it back where it belonged. "Nothing really. It's just been a crappy couple weeks."

She could totally pretend that she didn't know who he was. That was definitely something she was capable of. Maybe. Kinda.

... She'll give it five minutes then reconsider.

[possemagnet]

"I know about that," his past few weeks hadn't been much better. Compiling the fight to end the apocalypse with showing up here and you have one sympathetic Dean, but he's not going to get that far into an explanation.

He's hesitant, but he goes to help with the bag. He knows she probably doesn't need it, but he can't help how he was raised. "From the mixed reviews I got this place doesn't give many breaks," if he thought that was a part of it. The castle having something against its residents had been mentioned once or twice.

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She shrugged, before letting him help. She was opposed to gentlemanly tendencies. It didn't happen all that often where she was from, and if he wanted to help, more power to him.

"Not really, no. But it doesn't always end with someone I know getting the squeeze because she threw out a few flowers and got a little pissed off that no one had bothered to ask her before constructing the damn thing in the first place."

That had really pissed her off. He was an idiot kid who clearly didn't know how the world worked, and he was laying into Jo of all people, just because she reacted. Which was exactly what he wanted her to do. This place was full of such bullshit sometimes.