rp log: jane/anyone, open to one person
WHO: Jane//OPEN to ONE person, preferably of the male persuasion, but anyone is fine :D
WHAT: Jane's sparring and looking for company
WHEN: During leave time on Phi Omega
WARNINGS: None as of yet, but she does have a potty mouth at times.
Jane scooped her hair back from her face and held it in place with one hand as she stood in the middle of her room, one hand propped on her hip. One slim eyebrow was raised in amusement as she blew out a breath, puffing her cheeks out as she did so. This was really too ridiculous. Sighing, she let the weaving, waving mess of her hair fall back around her shoulders as she climbed--literally--over boxes and bags of various items, shrieking slightly as she fell over one and balanced herself on yet another, which then collapsed. A bag of clothes landed on her lap, and Jane laughed, shoving it off and blowing the hair out of her face. "Well, damn," she said, shoving herself to her feet and surveying the room with renewed amusement. It looked better like that anyways. Shoving her hair out of her face again, she began tearing into bags, looking for something to wear to the ship's gym. It'd been a while since she'd done serious boxing, and she had a lot of energy to get rid of.
Finally finding something suitable, she yanked on the slim black pants and, shrugging, yanked a sports bra on and slipped a sweatshirt over it before grabbing tape and gloves. She might not have been self-conscious, but she didn't really want to run into Spock or someone equally hell-bent on regulation and get busted for being, like, half-ass naked or something. Heading to the halls, she wound her way through the corridors and turbolifts until she reached the gym. Stretching out her arms behind her, she noted that it was mostly empty, most of the crew either on leave or sulking that they're weren't on leave. Walking to the punching bags, she studied them for a few moments before choosing one that was slightly heavier than the others--she liked a challenge. Deftly wrapping her hands with the tape, she took a few deep breaths, a few loose practice punches, before setting in, falling easily into the old familiar pattern of hit, block, hit. She felt herself grinning, and knew she probably looked like a complete loony bin, but didn't really care.
WHAT: Jane's sparring and looking for company
WHEN: During leave time on Phi Omega
WARNINGS: None as of yet, but she does have a potty mouth at times.
Jane scooped her hair back from her face and held it in place with one hand as she stood in the middle of her room, one hand propped on her hip. One slim eyebrow was raised in amusement as she blew out a breath, puffing her cheeks out as she did so. This was really too ridiculous. Sighing, she let the weaving, waving mess of her hair fall back around her shoulders as she climbed--literally--over boxes and bags of various items, shrieking slightly as she fell over one and balanced herself on yet another, which then collapsed. A bag of clothes landed on her lap, and Jane laughed, shoving it off and blowing the hair out of her face. "Well, damn," she said, shoving herself to her feet and surveying the room with renewed amusement. It looked better like that anyways. Shoving her hair out of her face again, she began tearing into bags, looking for something to wear to the ship's gym. It'd been a while since she'd done serious boxing, and she had a lot of energy to get rid of.
Finally finding something suitable, she yanked on the slim black pants and, shrugging, yanked a sports bra on and slipped a sweatshirt over it before grabbing tape and gloves. She might not have been self-conscious, but she didn't really want to run into Spock or someone equally hell-bent on regulation and get busted for being, like, half-ass naked or something. Heading to the halls, she wound her way through the corridors and turbolifts until she reached the gym. Stretching out her arms behind her, she noted that it was mostly empty, most of the crew either on leave or sulking that they're weren't on leave. Walking to the punching bags, she studied them for a few moments before choosing one that was slightly heavier than the others--she liked a challenge. Deftly wrapping her hands with the tape, she took a few deep breaths, a few loose practice punches, before setting in, falling easily into the old familiar pattern of hit, block, hit. She felt herself grinning, and knew she probably looked like a complete loony bin, but didn't really care.