{ hit me with your best shot

[strongerthanyouknow]

*CRACK*


*WHAM*





Anyone within sight of the gym in Apartment 2 is now treated to the sight of Sara Lance frowning at a punching bag on the ground. The 'Fitness Center' had already been a disappointment salvaged only by their being a hanging bag in the back class area.

She's barefooted and bare-fisted, and frowning.

Very much frowning.

That hadn't even taken two minutes. She hadn't even worked up a sweat. She definitely had not gotten anywhere near what she needed to get to feel her purpose was achieved.

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[snowandfrost]

She had been exploring the apartments to see what sort of amenities were available with it when she passes by the gym and sees Sara frowning at the punching bag on the ground. Caitlin cautiously makes her way into the gym, making sure she made enough noise to not sneak up on Sara.

"What did the bag do?"

[bringstheheat]

Contrary to what some might think, Mick Rory doesn't always have a beer in hand. There are times he needs the quiet calm of a heavy bag, weights, or anything else where the world falls away and there is nothing but the burn of his muscles.

Problem is, the 'fitness center' sucks.
Nobody will ever, ever, catch Mick on a stairmaster. Or a stupid bike. He's not a damn gerbil.

So he'd done what he always does. If he can't find the gear he or the team needs, he steals it. Beer. Booze. Better chairs. Even equipment.

As the heavy bag falls, he's carting in a solid wooden dummy to set up in the far corner.

"I gotta rig up the chains on the bag better, it's not set in any kind of stud, that's why it keeps falling."