May 06 09:15:16 106 PA
From Chronicles
Kingsdale - Harry's Gym
May 06 09:15:16 106 PA
Friday morning and Vixen is in the do a little workout. She's already done part and has moved on to the heavy bag, one of her last moments to work out. And she's a bit more focused on it than usual as she has a visitor. He leans against the top of the bag, tall and well built, talking to her casually as she hammers into the bag with straight punches. Talking to her about some manner of arcane workout jargon. She's not really listening, her eyes quietly sparking with a low simmer of annoyance despite her otherwise cool, even frosty posture and demeanor.
Rain, rain go away. Leonard could not agree more, even if it involves tumbling over the occassional errant youth. He enters the gym rather drenched and wastes no time in shuffling his sodden self to the changing rooms. Once in appropriate (and dry!) apparel, he emerges to consider those present and just how long he wishes to run in place.
"You're doing it all wrong," the young man dares to say, moving away from the heavy bag. Vixen ignores him, continuing to slam her clench fists into it. She's got light padded gloves covering them, but she is hitting it hard. But he's not leaving, instead he moves around behind Vixen, reaching out to grip her forearms. She's a bit stunned as he moves in close against her back. "Let me show you." She only looks back at him with narrowed eyes, her body gone tense from top to bottom. "You got two seconds to let me go," she murmurs lowly.
First the crimson locks, then the pummelled bag, and finally someone who has definitely bit off more than he can chew. This is the order in which Leonard notices Vix, her exerceise, and the man wishing to 'help' her. Even before her admirer turns to critic, he's veering Vixenwards. A brief smile is flashed her, although possibly missed as she turns to glance backwards. He comes to a stop just outside the unspoken clear radius around the bag, arms casually folding at his chest. As much as he is tempted to interrupt, he waits. Spectating for the moment might be just as intriguing.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands, babe," the young man says, a cocky grin on his face. She doesn't even answer him, an arm jerking back to drive her elbow into his middle. Which he receives with a low grunt. She then pulls forward and pivots, but he's not quite as vulnerable to her as she'd expected as, even as she turns, he has a hand coming up. The slap is hard and snaps her head. To the side. She backs two steps, a hand lifted to her cheek. Eyes turn from nearby at the sound and the moment freezes briefly, the guy not looking the least bit repentant, even taking a step forward.
"I think you need to leave. After you apologize." Intrigue and amusement have fled, and the ultimatum comes not from polite nor burly staff, but the non-tall and un-built Leonard as his arms unfold. As unintimidating as he may be, especially in his shorts, his tone is as firm as his no longer smiling countenance.
Vixen looks towards Leo as he speaks, as does the taller young man. He smirks at Leo and steps towards him, a hand lifting to prod him in the chest unkindly. "I don't think so, small time," he fires back, ignoring Vixen for the moment in favor of a new target. Though with the guy distracted, Vix straightens up and starts to circle around behind him. AN angry red mark standing out on her cheek and a rather cold look in her eye.
Leonard frowns. More. It's not the workout he came for, but it looks like there will be one. Without any other pretense, his arm is cocked back before he sends a fist towards the elevated, and apparently smug, face. The punch thrown is hardly subtle, slightly off-balance, and horridly telegraphed, but it's still thrown. Leonard at least knows enough to make a proper fist and step forward to put what little body weight he bears into it.
The athletic guy knocks aside that fist with a casual smirk, but before he can respond, Vixen leaps on his back, her arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his middle. His startled cry is choked off as she squeezes on both ends. "Get him Leo!" Shouted out as she jerks and tugs on her grips, throwing the guy off balance. Her weight isn't all that much, a temporary distraction at best.
Leonard is surprised at the ease with which he's deflected, although he really shouldn't be. His recovery is made with Vixen's shout and he barely bothers any wind up, now. Rapid (comparatively) jabs are directed at the man between her wrapped arms and grabbing legs. The blows aren't anything impressive, and the whole escapade probably looks quite comical to those spectating, but there's no humor in his intent.
A bit comical, yes. But Vixen is hardly going for elegance. Leo will get in some chose hits, largely unmolested initially as the guy tries to shake Vixen off. He does manage to get her legs dislodged, but she hangs on tight about his neck. He'll kick at Leo then, but Vix will shift, pulling her legs up to plant her knees against the curve at the small of his back and pull, choking him again. She's stronger than he seems prepared for, pulled off balance again, enough that the combined attack will topple him over. And not too far off now are two security, who are a good deal more buff than any of the three combatants.
Then is it back to three's a crowd, as Leonard drops right back into the mix with the toppled two. More flailing ensues as he all but sits on the larger man to swing away. Vixen's prior directive has been taken to heart, even if he's less than effective. In fact, the glancing blow he receives from the downed man might be the most well-placed one to date, and it's more accidental than anything else as the outnumbered cocky one brings his hands up in defense.
Before the two big men get there to break it up, Vix manages to get in a knock to the side of the guy's head and even as she's being hauled off, she kicks out, nudging him in the back of the head with her toe. "Let go, I'm gunna teach that prick a lesson!" she shouts as the big guy turns to set her down and try to calm her down. Meanwhile the other will get Leo up with a firm pull on his shoulder, the other young man by his shoulder. "Back it up kids. Relax or I'll lay both of you out right here," he gruffs, giving each a firm shake. The young man, a bit banged up, but no worse for the wear will, sullenly. But he glares at Leo hotly nonetheless.
"I still haven't heard an apology!" Leonard does a bit more than glare at the other man, but settles for the mutual vehement eyeballing as they're seperated. Once it is painfully obvious that he's not going to get within arm's reach, he begins to cool. At least the tension in his body, that is. "You owe her that."
"I don't owe that bitch a thing," the young man fires back. Which prompts a sudden scuffle from the direction of Vixen. But the one who has her now has enough to keep her under control. "Look, you two can do whatever you want, but you're not going to do it in here," the security man states, giving the two a shake again. He then shoves each in an opposite direction. "Move it, either of you start this up again, I'm tossing both of you out personally. Get it?" The young man glares towards Vixen, then Leo before he turns on his heel. Vixen watches him go with her eyes narrowed, her posture relaxed, but her expression is cold.
After his shoving release, Leonard gives one last venomous glance over his shoulder towards the namecaller. He then banks and veers to move back to Vixen, looking her over with a sweep of his eyes before asking, "Are you alright?" The ire that had brooked shouting before is gone, his words now softened with concern.
The two leave them alone then, Vixen's expression relaxing some. She lifts her hand, lightly touching her cheek with the tips of her fingers. An angry red blotch remains. "Yeah, I'm fine.. fucking ass," she mutters, glancing towards where the young gut went.. "Been hurt worse than this before. Still stings, though." She looks to Leo and asks, "You ok?"
Leonard nods, the mark on the side of his face having the potential to bruise, but that's about it. "I'm fine. I think I've had enough exercise for the day, though. How about you?" A smile forms and he offers his hand.
Vixen nods her head, dipping to snap up her nearby bag before she returns to take Leo's hand. "Yeah.. fucker. He's just lucky I didn't have my gun here," she murmurs. His hand given a squeeze. "Next time I'll just kick him in the nuts. Ain't hard to get close enough for that with an ass like that."
"I considered doing that, myself." The squeeze is returned as Leonard escorts her out, lest the simmering flare up again and they find themselves helped to the curb.
