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[aregulargirl]

Who; Max Guevara and anyone else awake at the hours she is.
What; Testing herself in the gym.
Where; A gym! In Residential Zone 01, let's say, it makes sense.
When; A day or so after the mistletoe shenanigans, late night/early morning.
Warning(s); Nothing I can think of, maybe mentions of her background (harsh military grade training from very

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[thom_293]

Sure, the base has training facilities. But after just about a year of hitting the same treadmills, lifting the same weights, a guy gets restless, you know?

It's some time after Max was finished that he shows up, all seven feet of him, towel slung over his shoulder. He's in fairly recognizable military PT gear, the number 293 stamped across the upper right-hand corner of the shirt.

He waves at her, a casual, cursory greeting to a stranger, before he realizes she doesn't quite fit the bill. They'd only spoken once (and their conversation had been mostly audio) but they'd gotten along just fine, and she was a kindred spirit of sorts. He changes course, heads in her general direction and stops a few casual feet away. Non-threatening.

"Hey. It's Max, right? How're you settling in?"

[aregulargirl]

Max is distracted enough that she doesn't notice Thom until he addresses her, and the fact that she didn't worries her more, though she quickly swallows her fear and covers it with a smile and nod.

"Well enough - Thom?" she replies, pushing herself off the wall and moving close enough to maintain a comfortable distance. She remembers who he is (her recall seems to be fine, but who knows whether that's been affected or not), but asks as part of her 'normal' act.

[thom_293]

"Got it in one." He gives a cheery little salute and mops the towel over his hair. It's still snowing outside, and for the first time in his life his hair's actually long enough that he has to do weird, civilian things like dry it off.

"Were you planning on sticking around for a while, or you done?"

[aregulargirl]

"I'm done for now, anyway," she answers, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's done in the gym. She's debating testing herself more, but hasn't thought of anything else she can do yet. "Why do you ask?"

[selfgovernance]

Charles has never really been one for physical exercise. Oh, he'd always participated when necessary, in school and the like, and he'd very (very) briefly taken up fencing at Oxford, but he preferred by far other sorts of recreational activities. Bars, for instance

[aregulargirl]

It's because she's still preoccupied with her own thoughts that Max doesn't hear Charles struggle herself; if she had she'd likely would have gone to help him inside if he'd wanted it. There were times where Logan wouldn't accept it, and after a year of knowing him she understood why. As it is, she only hears him as he wheels in and straightens, removing her hand from over her heart before turning to him (without any shock or pity in her expression; she knows it's not what he wants to see and the only thing surprising to her is that he's not exercising somewhere more private - it's how Logan preferred to do things).

"It's fine, there probably usually isn't," she replies with a small shrug. "I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep." That she usually doesn't goes unsaid. "How are you?"

[selfgovernance]

He brightens a little at her expression, or more accurately at the particular absence of certain emotions in it.

"I'm well, thank you. Ah, it's Charles, by the way. Charles Xavier. It's nice to meet you, though the circumstances are a little-- well. Unusual."

He smiles helplessly and holds out a hand, should she be so inclined.

[aregulargirl]

"There've been weirder ones," she says with a small smile, extending her own hand to shake his. "Max Guevara."

[aregulargirl]

Max is back in the gym for the same reasons Wash is; in an attempt to work herself to the point of exhaustion (because she doubts that clarity is going to be achieved no matter how hard she tries). She's slightly less preoccupied this time because she knew what to expect, and while it's not any more pleasant to realize that you're not up to the standards you should be, she's more aware of her surroundings because it's not weight as heavily on her mind.

So she hears Wash as he enters and turns around, immediately recoiling when she sees his hand reach for his gun. Her feet move into a fighting stance, one foot in front of the other, as subtly as she can move them. She's still tired, exhausted at this point, but that doesn't mean she's not still dangerous.

"I don't sleep," she replies, and she relaxes the slightest bit as he moves his hand away from his belt, though her muscles remain coiled and ready to spring into action if the occasion arises where she needs to defend herself. "And so are you."

[aregulargirl]

She remains in the stance as he moves closer, though he doesn't seem to have any intentions of attacking - one can never be too careful, and the fact that the gun is still in sight is making her nervous.

"For the past hour or so." Her eyes stay on him for a moment or two, then she drops the stance and gestures behind her. "Feel free, I'm pretty much done here."

[accidentalspark]

There's only one reason to be at a gym: training. Exercise, too, technically, but Katniss's first thought always goes to training. The one she's found today is lacking her usual pings, so she has every intention of sneaking out just as quickly, but she stops at seeing the girl resting against the wall.

She's probably been spotted, and in the second she mulls what to do over, pauses awkwardly, not sure if she should say hi or not. She's finally removed the Mockingjay armor, at least, so Max is face to face with a skinny, casually clothed Katniss, complete with all the dark circles because guess who else hasn't been sleeping well here? Not that she realizes it's Max yet, since they've only spoken over audio.

"Sorry." She settles on a short apology at potentially interrupting.

[aregulargirl]

Max's thoughts regarding gyms and exercise follow a similar path to Katniss's. It's why she doesn't typically do things this or work out. It reminds her too much of her own training and aside from that, she doesn't really need to work out to stay sharp.

She spots Katniss in her peripheral and straightens, giving the girl a subtle once over as she adjusts her own clothing and shakes her hair loose. "It's fine, I was just about done here." Her eyes narrow as she places where she's seen her before - on the network, not too long ago. "Katniss?"

[accidentalspark]

"I'm not going to stay long anyway." Her eyebrows furrow for a moment in voice recognition. She doesn't do much else, just looks at the other girl quietly to commit the face to memory as well.

But she nods, confirmation of her name, and adds, "Max, right?"

[aregulargirl]

"Yeah," she confirms with a nod of her own. There's a stretch of awkward silence before she speaks up again. "Couldn't sleep, either?"

[hawkwards]

Normally, Clint prefers to do his training on his own-- outdoors, on a range, with no interruptions and no audience. However, given his physical state and the events of the past few days, that hadn't exactly been possible. He's bruised but not broken, but he knows what strain can do to even mild injuries. So, despite his own wishes, he's playing it safe. Even so, he can't sit still for long, so he finds himself in the gym looking to do something.

He doesn't expect to see her there, but he finds himself stopping to watch for no other reason than the fact that he's impressed. It's when she slumps against the wall he decides to approach so as to be less of a creep.

"Hello, again."

if her noticing is not cool let me know <3

[aregulargirl]

She's tired at this point, but not tired enough to not be alert. (She's distracted enough to not have noticed him watching her, though, which is probably for the best.) When Clint approaches she straightens back up and nods to him.

"Hey," she says, her own voice taking her by surprise when she hears how breathless she still sounds. "How are you?" She can tell he's not in the best of shape - he's moving as if he's been hurt - but she doesn't want to point that out to him, he probably doesn't want it brought up.

it is totally cool c:

[hawkwards]

He's immediately defensive--it's something about male ego and not wanting to show weakness, something that doesn't allow him to seek medical attention even after missions back home and instead has him throwing together his own first aide--but after a second he realizes it could just be an innocent question.

"Fine." He sort of mumbles this. "You?"

hooray :3

[aregulargirl]

It is an innocent question, and she's not about to press any further because she knows how she feels after something goes wrong and someone (whether it's her or not) gets hurt. It's similar to how she's feeling about being off in this place for whatever reason.

"Fine," she replies, and then after a minute comes a more honest answer. "Not great, but I've been worse."