Third | Action | Three Parts

[strategic_guile]

Date & Time: Thursday, December 27th; Afternoon to Evening
Location: The Hold; then Apartment 207
Characters: Blaine Thorps + Lee Chaolan + OPEN
Summary: A bit of exercise, a bit of snark with dinner, then showtime at the Apollo
Warnings: Blaine himself counts as a warning, right?

[First part: Open to everyone in the Hold training room]

Blaine did most of his exercising in his room instead of the hold. It wasn't too cold for him to run, but after the snow and with risks of ice patches he didn't feel like falling and busting his ass. So he's using the treadmill to do a comfortable five miles. Once he's done, he'll leave and use the walk home as a cool down.


[Second part: Open to his roommates in Room 207, Gordon and Chloe]

Once home, Blaine cleared the table and couches in the living area so he could stretch while his muscles were still warm and flexible. He sat on the floor in shorts and a white, ribbed undershirt and took a good hour to stretch his legs and arms. He was more flexible than a man his size usually was and he had to work on it. The balance between flexibility and enough muscle was a line he carefully walked.

After he stretched, he settled for some push-ups and curl-ups, just to keep it light. Then he gave a final stretch and got a satisfying pop from his back before he ambled off to shower.


[Third part: Open to his roommates and Lee Chaolan]

Dressed in a comfortable, fitted t-shirt and shorts, Blaine is chopping up what passes for vegetables. He's sauteing them and adding seasonings and making the entire apartment smell amazing to entice his roommates to come out. Food will do that. It also looks like he's cooking for 6-8 people when it's really just three. Maybe four, if Chloe pops up.

[[OOC: Action or Log tags welcome! Anyone can feel free to catch him before, during, after, or even on his way back to his room after his run.]]

Comments

[strategic_guile]

[He snorts.] Alright, how about I get some pads and we'll try.

[charming_jerk]

[He shrugs.] Sure, if ya didn't have plans. You any good?

[strategic_guile]

Yeah, I'm good. [Good enough for this, anyway. He gets some pads for his hands and is back in a minute. He adjusts them then holds them up.]

[charming_jerk]

Let's see how fast ya are, then. [Johnny will start throwing some punches. He is pretty fast, but his accuracy needs some work. He hits pretty decently hard, and definitely isn't holding back on Blaine.]

[strategic_guile]

[There's a brief moment where Blaine is catching it just barely, but he gets used to the speed after a few punches and is handling the punches just fine.] Less hard hitting and more hitting the center of the pad. Strength doesn't matter if you miss.

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny frowns and wants to make a snide remark, but bites his tongue since he knows Blaine is right. He tries to slow it down a bit.] Right, right.

[strategic_guile]

[He waits to see if that snappish remark comes out, but when it doesn't he puts away his own retort and holds the pads up. He's moving as well, though not so fast that Johnny can't track him properly for learning.] Who's been teaching you?

[charming_jerk]

[He IS trying to be nice, since Blaine is helping him.] Guy named Takegami. 'Nother guy's helpin' me with knives, named Clint Barton.

[strategic_guile]

[Eyebrows lift.] Takegami, huh...

[He moves a bit faster, urging Johnny on for more speed even while keeping his accuracy up.] I didn't talk enough with Clint to know he used knives.

[charming_jerk]

Yeah. Ya know him? Dude's really good at tae kwon do 'n' shit.

[He's keeping up a bit better now.] He ain't much of a talker. He seems to know a lot about fightin', though.

[strategic_guile]

I'll have to hit him up for more info on that.

[Blaine keeps the pace steady so that he can adjust.] Yeah? We've got a lot of fighters here. Never can be sure who knows what.

[charming_jerk]

Well, we are an army after all. Makes sense.

[strategic_guile]

[Snorts.] That's what they want us to be.

Alright, faster. [His pace jumps up.]

[charming_jerk]

If yer ready for it. [He picks up speed! He can actually go really fast, at the cost of some accuracy. But now that he's warmed up, it's not as bad as before. Still, he can tell, and frowns as he goes on.] Damnit...!

[strategic_guile]

[He's ready and keeps up with him no problem.] Just take a breath, concentrate, and keep your eye where you want you punches to go.

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny takes a step back and does just that. He closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, then starts again, slower.]

Man, I never trained before. I just punched guys when I needed to, and never had any problems.

[strategic_guile]

[Eyebrow] I'd say stick with that, but it won't work here, so training.

[Matching the speed he needs.] Thirty minutes a day at the least.

[charming_jerk]

[Another frown, but he nods.] I guess I ain't got much else to do around here...

[strategic_guile]

[Laughs] Damn right.

[Punch punch. He dodges the next and swipes towards Johnny's face. Not fast and not close enough to hit him, but it lets him know Blaine'll be taking light swings back at him and to watch out.]

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny wasn't expecting that, and reels back suddenly, dodging the punch and looking surprised. The he smirks.]

Ya tricky S.O.B. Look out or I'm gonna do the same.

[strategic_guile]

[Snerk] You're the one practicing, not me.

[Punch, punch, he swipes. But not always. He positions the pads for different punches and keeps Johnny on his toes to when he might take a wide swing at him. And also watches out just in case Johnny does try to take a swing at him and not the pads.]

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny does a pretty good job keeping up, and yes, he will at least throw one punch towards Blaine's face. Just to see if he's paying attention.]

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine took a half step back to avoid that fist and snorted at the attempt. A few more minutes and then he stepped back and lowered the pads.] I think that's good for now. You got a lot better at the end.

[charming_jerk]

Ya think so? [Johnny sounds pleasantly surprised to hear that, depsite himself.]

[strategic_guile]

[Taking off the gloves.] Yeah. Once you got a rhythm it came easier to you. Working on a bag probably bores you too much to concentrate properly.