Active/Open - He's a Maniac

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Characters: James T. Kirk and OPEN
Time: the morning after this
Location: the gym
Content: Kirk's working out and putting Spock's gift of the new MP3 player and Yumichika's gift of new music to use
Format: I'm writing the main part in prose, but people are free to use action or prose. I will follow whichever

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Yumichika, meanwhile, is working up a sweat practicing kendo on the mats by the punching bags. "Hey," he calls, lowering his shinai and walking over. He's dressed in hakama and everything with his hair tied up in a nub, which oddly, probably makes him look less out of place than in American schoolclothes.

"You're pretty good at that." Of course, knowing what kind of place this was, Yumichika's kind of impressed that those punching bags last as long as they do.

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Kirk grinned at Yumichika, delivering a swift series of low blow 'kidney' punches to the bag and then a straight shot before pulling back. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck and knuckles.

"You aren't so bad at what you were doing over there," he put his hands on his hips, panting a bit.

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"Don't make me try to look modest; I'm wonderful at Kendo." He grinned and then swung a punch at one of the bags.

Which wasn't a bad punch but it wasn't really great either. He frowned at the bag. Totally its fault.

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"Wanna trade? I give you a few punching tips and you teach me what it is you do," he suggested.

And of course as he says this the music changes to "Whip It". He was running his oldies collection, what could he say?

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Gretchen decided she needed to lose five pounds for the dance. That's all. And the best way to do that was to run on the treadmill every morning. In short shorts, a tight t-shirt and her hair perfectly styled as usual, she walked into the gym and was immediately greeted by the song.

Her cell phone in one hand and a towel over her shoulder, she paused once in the door and glanced up from her text. Oh... Kirk.

Everything Regina had said came flooding back to her at once, fueling her insecurities. Sure, Regina rarely approved of the guys Gretchen was into, but she wouldn't lie about seeing him with that art teacher a lot... She offered him a smile and made her way over to one of the treadmills.

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Kirk looked up when he picked something in his periph, grinning widely when he saw Gretchen. He waved, pausing in his work out for it, then returned to delivering swift jabs and kicks. He was no professional boxer, but it would keep him alive against thugs and wanna-be army guys.

The song ran out and he let out a sigh, turning off the mp3 player before trotting over to Gretchen with his most charming grin. "Hey beautiful," he winked at her, wiping his arms free of sweat.

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Gretchen laid the towel over the bar and started the treadmill. She went slow at first, paying more attention to her texts than the actual working out thing. And she might have been watching him out of the corner of her eye, impressed as he beat on the punching bag.

Oh, but then he turned off the music and was coming her way. She nearly tripped over her own two feet as she mentally freaked out. Regina's words just wouldn't leave her head. She offered him another smile. "Hey there."

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He frowned at her near trip, not sure if it was good or bad. It made him wish he was a real empath sometimes, rather than a reverse. He ran his towel over the back of his head and his chest, watching her curiously.

"I haven't seen you around for a bit," he mentioned. "Though, I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder." He threw that smile at her again, leaning on the front of the treadmill and looking up at her.