It all just seems like sceince fiction to me.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

1] Adette was looking at a glass of water, her chin on the table, and the rest of her slumped in the chair. She sighed and blew her bangs out of her face with a defeated sound.
Life was so much abrasive with out the haze of intoxication, every sound seemed louder than before, but not startling. It was almost strange to have a clear head, and un-addled perceptions. And yet all the same, it was like missing your best friend.
"This sucks!"

2][Locked to Resnick]
Meet me in the gym. I have the need to punch someone I can't actually hurt.
<3 Adette

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[my_time_to_shine]

"You could say that." She frowned a little. "Thanks for coming, I appreciate it. I knew I could count on you." Good old Resnick, loyal as a hound. She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled a little bit. It was good to see him, it felt like it had been a really long time.

resnick=sandor clegane?

[hominilupusinexilio]

He pulled his jacket off, not even showing off but simply displaying the typical clanner lack of modesty. He turned to show something between his shoulder blades: a tattoo of a wolf, carrying a basket with a baby in it, leaping the 'fence' of one of the green lines of his EI tattoos.

"Do you like it? I told you I would get a real one when I earned my bloodname." He said as he tossed her her gloves over his shoulder.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

Adette watching him, her eyes could not help but trace out the lines on his skin. And now, just as promised, he showed his new addition.
She caught them easily, looking at his tattoo with small wonder.
"I like it. Did it hurt alot?" Adette tied back her hair and took off her track jacket, her heaving chests barely contained in what must have been one of Gainer's t-shirts.
"I'm glad you got everything you wanted." She smiled softly at him, if anything a little big jealous.

[hominilupusinexilio]

"Not as much as the E.I. implants." Cheap, reliable anaesthetic for the skin was well within the reach of Clan medicine, but also against its philosophy. "And not as much as I suspect I am about to, quiaff?" He said, setting a timer and pulling the gloves on. The gym had a small, roped in area which was generously dubbed a 'ring' and he stepped through the ropes and into it.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

"Oh be reasonable. The whole reason I asked you is because I know I'm can't really hurt you. Not in a real fight anyways, I wouldn't stand a chance." She put her hands in the gloves, they where to big, and clunky, but it didn't matter. Cracking her neck she took a deep breath.
"Just try not to mess up my pretty face will ya? It's all I got left." She pushed out her lips and grinned sarcastically.

[hominilupusinexilio]

"Aff. I will give you a minute's grace then." He said and slapped the timer on. He held his glove out for her to touch in the universal gesture of 'let's begin', then immediately adopted relatively open stance, seemingly leaving him vulnerable to body blows but good for defending kicks, which he'd assumed they'd be using.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

She took a deep breath, and as soon as he was ready she came at him. Holding her arms tight to her body she swung at him with a strange determination. It was not directed at him per say, but he had willingly put himself on the other end of it.
Not drinking had left her to think about alot of things, and in turn those thoughts had left her with frustration in the pit of her stomach she could not drink away now. This seemed like a relatively safe alternative to getting shit faced.
Ask a clanner to come beat your around the ring for an hour.
Probably kills the same amount of brain cells.

It was not fury in her movements, but a need to release the tension inside her. It felt good when she connected solidly with his shoulders, the soft, slapping sound of her gloves on his skin made a lovely sound, though it was far from a hard hit.

[hominilupusinexilio]

Resnick rolled his shoulder, presenting it as a block for the punch, which never made it to his skull. He was feeling fairly good about this. It had been too long since he'd done personal combat training.

The next punch he'd try to parry down and circle towards that side, the same way one did in a mech.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

It felt good to be deflected so easily in a strange way she could not put into words. The fluid exchange of motion between them.

Their snowball fight in Antarctica came flooding back into her mind as she laughed, stepping back once, twice, following him around. She swung once, for his face, and just before she hit him, she bent her knees and dashed in, trying to slam her shoulder into her chest squarely.

And even so, she laughed aloud, forgetting how good this felt.

[hominilupusinexilio]

Anticipating the hook as he came around, he raised his elbow to shield his head. He thought she might give him a body blow after that but didn't anticipate her ramming him with her shoulder instead. Only partially absorbed when he dropped his elbow, the force of it bent him at the ribs, making him grunt, though he smiled at the creativity of it. She was much better without alcohol, more healthy and alert.

He stumbled back and regained his balance after a step. Nevermind that fancy parrying, he might just have to crash and crowd her.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

Adette made a weird sound on impact, but only because it was mixed with laughter as she stumbled back, almost skipping as her feet didn't move quite as planned.
He was all up in her face, but she pulled her arms in tight to her chest to keep her face tucked in behind her to big gloves, jabbing out shortly trying to keep him back waiting for a moment, where if he opened his stance she would try and sweep pone of his legs out from under him.

[hominilupusinexilio]

Where had she learned a foot sweep? He didn't have time to wonder that for very long as his foot lifted. He knew that if he leaned farther into her he'd only throw himself over and he was not confident in his ability to recover if he did so.

So he had to hop and then stumble back. Instead of trying to recover and angle off again, he let the ropes take him, springing off with them, laughing too. This dance with her felt easy and comfortable as a worn in cheapo standard issue t-shirt.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

For him of course. Adette didn't much care about winning against him anyways, this was about letting it out, going through the motions and remembering what it felt like to not be held down by the drag of alcohol.
She watched him hop about, stepping back just a little to brace for his return. Only when he launched himself off the ropes he wound find her in his way, not with fists drawn but with her arms open and more or less catch him flat to her chest, grinning wide like a Cheshire Cat

[hominilupusinexilio]

He was caught in two ways, both by the strength of her grip and by not wanting to pry her off his chest. Who would, really? Laughing, he reluctantly pried her away after a few seconds by pushing on the side of her head.

He needed to work on his defense. This was beginning to show him how much he relied on overwhelming his opponents with a blitzkrieg.