I need a sign that you're worth fighting for [open]

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The gym at the B.S.A.A. North American HQ was empty as it always was when Chris called it into existence, all except for the sound of gloves hitting the heavy bag. The creaky old equipment swayed back and forth on its stand, and Chris slammed his fists into it in combo after combo, though never quite releasing any of the anger he felt.

Reavers on the ship. Psychotic, mutant flesh-eating humanoids, concealed where nobody was supposed to find them. Fed and kept alive for some twisted purpose.

It was hard enough not to imagine what other kinds of horrors could be hidden in the twists and turns of Stacy without actually stumbling upon one of them in advance. He couldn't stop picturing what would happen if they got loose. Claire already said they'd had an outbreak or two, different viruses no less.

Chris couldn't stand the thought that they were all pawns in something nobody could understand yet. He'd spent far too much time for his liking being a pawn so far-- to Umbrella as a member of S.T.A.R.S., to Excella as a member of the B.S.A.A.. Was it so much to ask he take on one stint as a soldier without having to wonder who he was really working for?

He stopped long enough to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then went right back to mercilessly punching the heavy bag. As long as he was busy being physical, he wasn't thinking too hard... and thinking too hard was the last thing he wanted to do right now.

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[icanhashat.livejournal.com]

Jayne had entered the Sensorium's planning on a little target practice, but upon seeing the gym he thought better of it. Sure he had his work out equipment back on Serenity, but his was a simple set and this was a more properly filled out Gym.

Spotting who he assumed conjured the gym into existence he approached watching him punch. This guy was no stranger to a brawl, Jayne found himself thinking about how hard the man was punching and questioning who would win if they fought.

That was easy, Jayne would obviously...in his mind.

"Mind if I use some of this?" He called finally jerking a thumb at the weights.

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It took Chris a moment to realize someone else was there, but he snapped out of his little trance and glanced over at the other man, nodding.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Sorry... I'm not used to anybody else in here. But as long as they're there they might as well not go to waste, right?"

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Jayne nodded and moved over to one of the benches deciding to start with the free weights setting up one of the one handed dumbbells.

"Too many people round here let themselves get lazy. Free food, place to live, only gotta fight maybe once every coupla months." He acknowledged. "Gotta stay in shape." He began to work the dumbbell with his left arm.

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"I couldn't agree more," Chris replied, pausing from his endless pummeling of the heavy bag. "The only thing I trust to keep safe around here is my own guns and my own body."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead again. "I've seen you around the ship, but I don't know your name."

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"Jayne. Cobb." He grunted with each lift of the weight finally enjoying himself. Working out was one of the few joys he had on this ship, next to drinking and target shooting...and fooling around in the Sensoriums. "Tend to keep to myself. Not like some of the kid around here trying to get in everyone's shit."