Characters: Clare, open. (M-m-m-multi thread!)
Time: (Backdated) Before the Hotel vanished.
Location: Blackstone Hotel's gym.
Content: Clare is trying to redouble her training so she's less useless. She also has some misplaced aggression to work out.
Format: I'll be using prose, you can do as you see fit.
Warnings: Nothing out of the ordinary.
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Warning: Teenager in the gym. It's like troll in the dungeon but more chance of derp. )
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He needed to talk to Clare again. Make sure the girl was alright after the run-in with the shadow Reds. He also needed something for his head. But who knew how much longer the girl was going to be doing Tai Chi. With a heavy sigh, Ebenezar knocked politely on the gym door, announcing his presence.
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He took a seat on the bench press, grumbling a little under his breath as his joints protested, and looked Clare up and down. He didn't sound particularly angry or admonishing, just a little gruffer than usual on account of the headache, "How're you feeling? Still woozy from vampire spit?"
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