Some vague fight club reference [Active/Open]

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Characters: Clare, Open
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Location: The gym in the Blackstone
Content: Clare is trying out her ring, and otherwise working out.
Format: Prose, but if you want action tags that's fine
Warnings: None yet.

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[plzpookie]

Maureen might not be staying at the Blackstone, but that didn't mean she couldn't check the inhabitants it out. It might be the quieter of the two hotels, from what she'd been told, but that didn't mean she couldn't take a look...

Wandering through the hotel, she paused by the gym, watching the tiny girl wail on the punching bag. Her lips quirked as she leaned against the door frame. The girl's technique sucked. Maureen was no fighter, but she knew that much.... But the strength from those punches. She tilted her head. "I guess it's true... The smallest packages come with the hardest punches. That's some punch you have, babe."

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[plzpookie]

Maureen's brow furrowed a little, but she smiled at the girl all the same. "Well... I wouldn't say that. Even I can't punch like that."

She held up her arm and flexed a little, teasingly. "No, I don't. I stay over at the Hard Rock... Thought I'd come check it out... It's nice to meet you, Clare.... I'm Maureen."

She pushed herself off the door frame and walked over, holding her hand out politely.

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[plzpookie]

Leather pants and a tank top didn't really leave much for her to be hiding a weapon on her person with, so if Clare still worried about Maureen having a weapon, the performance artist would get a good laugh out of it. She crossed her arms after shaking the girl's hand and tilted her head. "I'm a little new here... So you'll have to help me out a bit. You were given something that helps you punch better?"

It didn't seem that far fetched, not after she'd been warned numerous times about vampires and monsters... Which she still wanted to call bullshit on, as she'd yet to actually see any. "And if you keep saying that you're not that special, you might start thinkin' it's true. Which I'm sure it's not... So really, you can totally stop saying that."

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[plzpookie]

Maureen had yet to find a jacket she liked in this city, and she refused to walk around in anything less than what she considered hot. And Joanne wasn't around to lecture her on it, so she didn't worry too much.

She smiled a little at the analogy. If she had paychecks... or ones big enough to set something aside. "Can't say I've ever seen anything like that."

It was best Clare didn't argue with Maureen. The performance artist would have argued until she was blue in the face. But what was even more was the fact that Maureen just really wasn't good with anyone under the age of 18. She was terrible with kids.

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[plzpookie]

"Magic's something in movies and monsters are corporate drones," Maureen laughed, shaking her head. "So yeah... Guess I am from a place like yours."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't mind the question.... New York City.... 1990... since I guess time's all bat shit crazy right now too. And where are you from, cutie?"

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