Eye of the tiger, fist of a...flower? [open]

[terribly2shy.livejournal.com]

Laurie was never someone who'd go out to the gym to hit a punching bag. That was more of Josh's thing (or what she had assumed was his thing. She's not so sure anymore, and not just because he isn't here right now). But since she hasn't heard about the warfare training yet, and the entire situation beforehand with the bombs put her on edge, she needs to do something to work out her emotions.

And beating a punching bag in the sensoriums it is. She's dressed in shorts and tank-top and tennis shoes, wearing sensorium-edition boxing gloves. There's a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, inside a generic kind of gym she'd turned the sensoriums into.

Her ponytail swings when she hops on one foot, raising her gloved hands, ready to throw a punch.

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[gunslinging.livejournal.com]

Physical activity to de-stress was a popular pastime lately, it seemed.

Axl wasn't really surprised to walk in on someone else getting their frustrations out in the sensoriums, with everything that had just happened. He was a little surprised, however, when he realized he'd just walked in on Laurie. She hadn't really struck him as the type to unwind by hitting things.

He could've just turned around, quietly walked out, and come back to get his own relaxation-through-property-destruction game on later, but he was wondering how she was doing. (If she was hitting stuff, his guess was "not so hot," all things considered.) And he did like --

-- uh, like talking to her, that was all! (Robot boys are apparently no less stupid about these things than human boys are, at least in Axl's world.)

"Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt, but." But what. Uh. "How're you doing?"

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

"Hi Laurie." Sofia tried to smile brightly at her friend, although the events of before had dampened her spirits. But that was even more reason to try to cheer up her friends.