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[terminates]

[Private to Karrin Murphy]

I'm not doing that again.

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[OPEN SPAM IN THE GYM]

[It isn't very often that Slade gets like this, but as of this moment, he is entirely frustrated not only with his current situation but also the circumstances that brought him here. Therefore, he is working off the tension the only way he knows how -- pushing

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SPAM

[peektuttut]

[Tim gets antsy on the ship. He's used to doing way more than he does here. It's hard to just sit around and think up ways to get Sylar graduated when it's obviously going to take time. So Tim likes to work out his anxieties, too; occasionally by watching a movie with Martha, but usually by working out in the gym.

Of course, he usually only does that when it's empty, so he almost walked out when he realized someone was already there. Until he saw who it was. AND ONCE MORE, TIM WONDERS WHY HE DOESN'T CARRY HIS STAFF.]

Something's got you pissed.

SPAM

[terminates]

[When he considers the abilities that have been taken, he is appreciative of the few he has left. He hears Tim before he arrives, turning his head only slightly when he sees him. Just perfect.

He puts a hand on the bag, holding it steady. He's really not in the mood for small talk, but like hell is he admitting anything to a bat brat.]

Something's got you restless.

SPAM

[peektuttut]

Lack of skinheads to beat up. [He circled around, keeping an eye on Slade. Keeping both eyes on him, actually. He wasn't about to turn his back on the Terminator.] But that's obvious.

[Which means he isn't sure why Slade's pissed.]

SPAM

[terminates]

[If he's concerned about Tim circling around him, he doesn't show it.] Some things never change.

[He flicks a finger at the bag (fairly worn by this point) and contemplates hitting it once more for good measure. His muscles are already burning, though, and he doesn't feel like showing how he really feels to Tim, of all people. Maybe it's time to call it a day.]

[Private]

[whateverthemess]

Is that so.

[Private]

[terminates]

[Sorry, Karrin, he's being a butt and not responding to you right now. :|]

[Private]

[whateverthemess]

[WELL FINE, BE THAT WAY, SLADE. You poophead. She'll just hunt you down later and make you explain why. :|]

[Private]

[terminates]

[HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS, YOU'RE NOT HIS MOM. And it's because he has ~issues~ Beware. :|]

Spam - hope you don't mind :]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego's another veteran of the 'when you're pissed, punch things until it stops mattering' club, and a frequent flyer at the gym. She's been working a dummy for maybe twenty minutes when she notices the guy going at the punchbag. She leans around and raises an eyebrow in his direction.]

Spam - not at all! <3

[terminates]

[Despite his focus on what he's doing, Slade is very much aware of his surroundings so when Shego gives him a 'look', he already knows. He gives it a moment before pausing, holding the punching bag still as he returns her stare. Another Inmate, more likely than not.]

Bad day?

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

[She comes out from behind the dummy, taking a pace in his direction, sizing him up a tiny bit.] Only every one since I showed up here. You?

Spam

[terminates]

Something like that.

[He tilts his head slightly, considering.]

Been here long?

SPAM

[lastsonofangtu]

And yet another person who's wanting to work out some frustrations...

Mano's arrived in the gym as well, still in the cloak though he's re-rigged it to form a hood to hide the nimbus. (Though now that makes him resemble either a Black Mage from FF1 or a tall Jawa, depending on your particular cultural references?)

White eyespots gaze around the room, from under the hood. "My pardons... I did not realize there was such a gathering here. Am I allowed?"

SPAM

[terminates]

[He glances at the newcomer, surveying him briefly. Whatever he thinks of Mano's odd appearance, it doesn't show.]

I don't see why you wouldn't be.

Re: SPAM

[lastsonofangtu]

"I am usually not welcomed in a gathering of normal sentients." Mano states matter-of-factly. He starts stretching out and limbering up for his katas.

SPAM

[terminates]

We're not exactly 'normal' here, are we?

[His reply is equally matter-of-fact as he turns back to the punching bag.]