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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki, in sweats with a massive punching bag. She has gloves on and is whaling away at it, and from the coating of sweat shining on her face it looks like she's been at it a while. Her hair is damp and starting to come loose from her ponytail. She strikes the bag once more, setting it swinging, and then pauses to shed the gloves and stretch a bit. She takes a drink from the water bottle near the bag's base, tugs the gloves back on and resumes.]

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[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Still on the Stalk List! Ammy's in human form this time and she's watching with a curious expression.]

What are you doing?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Thump, thump, thump.] Trying. To. Think.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

What is it you need to think about?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She pauses and rests her head against the swinging bag.] Nothing. Everything. I don't know. It's nothing. I'm fine.

[Thump, thump, thump.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Watches her for a moment in silence.]

I don't think you are fine.

[contract_star]

[Just sort of watching her from a distance.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Hei, too focused on killing the bag to notice you at the moment.]

[contract_star]

[Which he's glad for, since he's not entirely sure what he wants to say to her. Fortunately he's good at lurking.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately she's good at punching things? Anyway, she keeps at it for a while until she looks about ready to fall over. She hugs the bag with one arm, just sort of dangling against it.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto watches her for a few moments before making himself known.] Misaki?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[WHAM. And she looks around in surprise.] ...oh. Ianto. [AWKWARD FEELING. She stops the back from swinging, moves as though she's going to attack it again, and then looks at him.]

Is there... can I help you?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Not really. [Yep. Awkwardness. :|] ...you doing alright?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Breathing heavily. She steps back from the bag, steadies it again, and then goes back on the attack. Her hair tie snaps and the sweaty strands come tumbling into her face.]

Of all the... [She sheds the gloves and picks up the remnant of the tie.] I'm... fine. I'm fine, thank you. I'm out.

[didorothy]

[just stands there, watching, curious but not pushing forwards]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Continues battering away for a bit longer before she winces and sheds one of the gloves, shaking out her fingers.]

[She checks the watch beside her water bottle and makes a quiet, surprised sound.] That long?

[didorothy]

Time flies when you're abusing a punching bag.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[EHWOT. She twitches in surprise and looks around.] Sam. I haven't seen you in a while.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Watching her with a rather concerned expression on his face]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Whammity whammity wham. Sorry Dino, a bit to absorbed to notice all the lurkers at the moment.]

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Watches for a bit longer before speaking up] Something on your mind?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Startles a bit but hides it by steadying the bag.] Lots of things.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is watching her for a moment, though he doesn't say anything. He's lacking his usual greatcoat, hands shoved in his pockets]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She breaks and steadies the bag, noticing him as she moves in to attack again.]

...what is it with this place and men who lurk?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[smiles] To be fair, I've been doing it a lot longer than most have. Besides, didn't wanna interrupt.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Eyeroll.] Speaking is not necessarily an interruption. Announcing your presence is actually far less creepy as well.