2nd Transformation . spam :: gym

[permutates]

[ Instead of asking the network, she goes to the gym herself, wanting to see if there's any likely teachers, or people who are worth watching. (Raven can learn a lot from watching, she's found.)

So she ventures into the gym, blue-skinned, dressed in a tank top and loose sweatpants, and she sees the balance beam.

She part-remembers being a child, stepping out into a playground and playing along one. She always had the best balance. And she thinks of what Azazel has been teaching her, and she wonders...

She hops up onto it, a smooth movement, and extends her arms, testing her balance one way or another. She seems steady, so she dashes from one end to the other, every footstep sure. She tips backwards, then, folds until she's standing on her hands. It's hard to keep her grip, exactly; she shifts her fingers and stretches her legs out, a split, one forward, one backward. Rolls onto the forward one, moving herself back to her feet. And she does the whole movement again, quicker this time.

It's easy.

Part of her wants to laugh with the thrill of it, with realizing how innate her own physical abilities are. How graceful she is when she's not pretending to be someone else.

She balances on the end, debating attempting some sort of flip off of it. ]

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[unmakeme]

[Natasha hasn't left Sokolov's side for long. He's vulnerable, she's guarding him. It's common sense, to her. Of course, this also means that she's stuck inside her 'apartment' all day and all night without even the bustle of the city outside her window to distract her.

So she takes a couple of hours each day. Just a couple of hours out of twenty four. Today, she's heading for the gym, still on her level, with her earpiece in and a call to Sokolov's communicator, a poor man's baby monitor.

A little quality time with a punching bag is just what she needs. She tightens the fingerless gloves on her hands, bounces on the balls of he feet a couple of times, and then begins beating the crap out of the bag of sand.]

[tolaywaste]

[Alex spends a hell of a lot of the time in the gym. It's less vanity and more a way to burn off anger. Which is why he's been in here more, lately.]

[Today, he walks in absorbed in thought, gets halfway to the treadmill, sees Raven, and stops.]

[Oh.]

[He hedges, trying to figure out whether he should stay or leave or maybe vanish into the floor a little.]