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Running is something that I've always done [open]
Who: Steph Brown. Open
What: Training/stress relief
Where: Mog Hill, anywhere else you might wanna run into her
When: Newdi evening, after work
Notes: Feel free to run into her at any point during her evening.
Warnings: None yet.
Meditation has never really worked for Steph; she hates sitting still and when she tries, she ends up getting too distracted by all the movements she wants to make to actually relax. Running has been her form of meditation, so it's what she plans to do when she finishes work for the day and finds herself still feeling stressed out.
She heads home, changing into her work out clothes - the under layer of her Batgirl suit, a loose, long-sleeved shirt and sneakers - then goes out again. She wishes she had her iPod with her, just because it'd make it easier to tune out the city sounds, but she manages without. The thoughts that have been troubling her the last few days slip away, leaving her with nothing but the thump of her footfalls, the controlled rush of her breathing and the prickle of sweat as she pushes herself to run harder.
Her route takes her out of Mog Hill and in a loop through the nearby neighborhoods until she's back near the Valhalla Inn. Rather than going straight back to the Inn, she stops at a park close by to warm down. She stretches first, then starts going through series of kata; she doesn't get them perfect, but they help work out some of the tension. She would normally practice on bad guys, but she's too tired to risk patrolling tonight; Babs would yell at her if she got herself killed. Babs would probably yell at her for doing something like this in public, but it's not like martial arts is all that exotic, so Steph figures she can just say she learned all this at self defence class or something.
She'll be there until late, until her muscles are sore and her mind is clear, then she'll walk the rest of the way home.
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He flashes her a sheepish but brilliant smile. "Sorry, I just kept talking. I don't mean to keep you from your practice."
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"It's fine," because really, what else is she supposed to say to that smile? "I think I'm responsible for at least half the conversation."
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Some of it.
"Okay, good." He gestures at a bench. "If you're not gonna practice, should we sit?"
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"Sure, I probably should've stretched after I stopped but..." she gives a
Kanyeshrug before walking over to the bench. Rather than sitting on it propery, she perches on the back of the bench with her feet on the seat of it.no subject
He joins her, perching on the back of the bench. It would seem weird to sit properly with her up there, not to mention he worries she'd think he was trying to be inappropriate or something.
"So how long have you been studying martial arts?"
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Mostly because her teachers would abitrarily decide they were going to abandon her every now and then. Cass was probably the most consistent teacher she ever had, "A fair bit of it's self-taught, I guess."
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"I think a little improvisation is a good thing," he notes. "Teaching yourself, learning on your own. I think adhering too rigidly to the official disciplines can make you predictable. And you don't ever want an opponent to be able to predict your next move."
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"I've never been predictable," she grins, taking what Jim said as a compliment, "Though I did get in trouble for biting opponents."
It's hard to tell if she's joking.
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"I've never learned to bar fight," because bar fighting is totally it's own recognized style, "I mostly specialized in school yard brawls."