sensethevisions | Monday Evening At The Arms

After Phoebe got done with her last class of the day, she stopped by Jack's Roses to inquire about taking over Buffy's old job. After turning in the job application, she had stopped by NPC Sports to pick up some Yoga and Dance equipment. She was a restless bundle of energy and she needed to burn some of it off. It was things like this that made her miss the cheerleading squad back at her old school.

When she got to her suite, she finished her homework and then looked around the main room.

Okay, so, she couldn't put up a set of uneven bars in here. She'd have to improvise.

She pushed the couch carefully along one of the walls and then looked at the space she had. Okay, she couldn't do anything fancy, but she could at least get a bit of a work-out and hopefully burn off some steam. After Saturday and this morning, she was wound up so tight that she was afraid if she moved wrong, she'd break something. That? Just wouldn't do.

She wondered if there was somewhere on the island that she could find something to use as a balance beam?

She laid down the exercise mats she had purchased and then went in the bedroom to change. When she came back out, she was dressed in black spandex and black ballet-type shoes. She put a CD by Shakepear's Sister in the stereo and then did a series of cartwheels to the mats.

Okay, ow. She hadn't done that in awhile, not since Jayne and the wrestling team.

walking through the rooms in my head
i came across your image
you looked at me with that sweet smile and said
something they won't let me repeat
we hurt the ones we love the most
it's a subtle form of compliment

Phoebe was singing along to the song as she stretched out her muscles. If anyone pointed out the bad idea of that after Saturday? She'd probably ignore them.

She rolled over into the splits and leaned down to touch her head to her knee. She could feel the muscles in her back stretching, and she cursed herself for getting out of her disciplined routine. If CJ was going to teach her to fight, and if someone was going to teach her swords and blades, she'd definitely have to get her body back into shape.

i don't care if you talk about me
i don't care if you write it out in stone
whenever i fall i land on my feet
i don't care, i just don't care

Phoebe held that stretching position for as long as she could, and then she brought her legs together out in front of her. StupidSaturdaysingingspellthatmadeherhearandsayallofthosethings. The song she sung to Logan? She'd love it if somebody could be found to wipe her brain clear of that particular memory. Hells, there were lots of memories that she wished could be purged.

Phoebe got up onto her feet and then bent backwards to do a backbend. Okay, ow, but it didn't hurt as bad as she expected it to.

mark the spot you hate with an x
then shoot your bow and arrow
do your worst get it all off your chest
i'll hold my breath and swallow
we hurt the ones we love the most
it's a subtle form of discipline

Phoebe grimaced and then straightened herself up again. She went to one end of the mats and started to do a series of backflips...

Ow. That would be her ass hitting the floor. She tried again, and this time faltered and landed on her shoulder.

"Damn it!"

Being the stubborn teenager that she was, Phoebe again returned to the corner of her mats and tried again.

i don't care if you talk about me
i don't care if you write it out in stone
whenever i fall i land on my feet
i don't care, i just don't care

i don't care if you act like a queen
i don't care if you take it out on me
i've got 9 lives and i land on my feet
i don't care, i just don't care

"Fuck you and your nine lives," she muttered as she faltered and went down again, hitting the side of her head and face on the wall. Oh, that was going to leave an ugly bruise.

Okay, so maybe trying to jump immediately into the series of back flips were not her best plan. She sighed and crawled to the middle of the mats where she forced her screaming body into the Lotus position.

[out of the alley, i spoke came victoria]
[queen victoria sitting shocked upon the rocking horse]
[of a wave said to the laureate]
[this minx a course as sharp as any lynx]
[and blacker deeper than the drinks]
[as any hottentot without remorse]
[for the lynx said she and the drinks you can see]
[are hot as any hottentot and nothing is for free]
[hot as any hottentot and nothing is for free]

Phoebe sighed and uncurled her body. The non-successful backflips had sprained a few things and she was in pain. "Damn it." With her luck she had sprained something. Crowley? He was so going to think someone had jumped her. She felt like she had been in a fight, but she knew it was just the terror over what had happened this morning and the foolish idea of jumping into a complex routine without warming up first.

She rolled up the mats and put them away, then she struggled to get the couch back to where it had been. Biting back a slight whimper of pain, Phoebe went into her bathroom and started running a very hot shower.

Phoebe + Temper + Emotions = Mass of bruises, she thought ruefully as she stood under the hot water. And she couldn't even go to the clinic to get checked out or fixed up.

She got out of the shower and dried off, changing into a pair of soft jeans and a sweater. After cleaning up, she called room service for tea and then sat in front of the fireplace ~~writing pr0n~~ reading.

[[OOC: *locked to people who know how to get to her*]]