[OOM: The Gym]

[mnt_raph]

*The first door on the left as you leave Milliways and head down the Staff Hallway leads to a gym.
The room contains a collection of various and sundry pieces of sporting and exercise equipment. Weighted bags hang from the ceiling, one wall is lined with mirror, while the floors are covered in a layer of mat.

At one point in time this room was the home of a punished ex turtle.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Raph is currently jumping rope.*

Comments

[slayer_fray]

"Not lookin' to approve of you. I'm lookin' for a reason not to tell Mikey exactly what happened."

[mnt_raph]

*Confusion. Realization. Numb. Indifference.*

What you tell him's your business.

*He turns back towards the bag. There's no way.*

[slayer_fray]

"Well, it's not, really, is it? S'not my business at all. It's between you and him.

"And apparently between Largeman and Xander as well."

[mnt_raph]

*His shoulders tense, and not just because he's about to throw one hell of a punch. No, Raph is emotional.

And all emotions dissolve into anger.*

[slayer_fray]

"Oh, relax, he didn't tell him anything. Mike's convinced Xander he was talking about the wrench incident."

She's taken a step forward now. She's not really lcose enough to Raph for him to hit her, but she's not in the slightest bit afraid.

[mnt_raph]

*Does anyone ever relax when told to do so? Doubtful. Though if it does, I'm sure it's with the same frequency as people who don't actually look down, when told not to.*

What do you want Fray?

[slayer_fray]

"I want to know what you did to him. That's all."

[mnt_raph]

Who the fuck are you to ask me somethin' like that?

[slayer_fray]

"I'm the one who's actually spun enough to lock you in a room with me until you tell me. Because you're clearly not telling the only person you need to."

[mnt_raph]

*At this Raph laughs, and laughs hard.*

You really don't think a little door lock is gonna keep me in here if I don't wanna be?

[slayer_fray]

She shrugs.

"Not really, no."

[mnt_raph]

*He makes a show of wiping a tear of mirth from an eye*

It's cute. This whole thing, you're doin' here. I appreciate you care for him like you do, but you ain't family.

[slayer_fray]

And you are?

"You gonna tell your family?"

[mnt_raph]

What. That my brother is as equal opportunity as the frickin' housing authority? Nah, I'll leave that to him.

[slayer_fray]

Mel frowns as she works this out, glares as she gets it, then laughs herself.

"They know. You're the one with the problem there."

[mnt_raph]

Got news flash for you. That ain't new.

[slayer_fray]

"I noticed.

"Why doesn't he remember?"

[mnt_raph]

*Now very angry Raph pivots in her direction.*

REMBER WHAT?! YOU ACCUSIN' ME OF SOMETHIN'?

[slayer_fray]

She's right there, Raph, take a swing.

"What is there to accuse you of?"

[mnt_raph]

NOTHIN' THAT AIN'T BEEN FIXED!

*Knuckles crack as fingers turn to fists.*

[slayer_fray]

She's not moving, not making fists, not assuming any pose at all.

"Fixed how? What did you do to stop him remembering?"

[mnt_raph]

*He leans forward, looming down at her. Normally she'd be taller than him by a good three inches, but not today.

It's a gamble that always ends with him on the wrong side.

His voice is no more than a low growl.*

Drop it.

[slayer_fray]

Come on, Raph, just hit the bitch.

"Not a rutting chance."

[mnt_raph]

*Rules or no rules.
Fuckbuddy of family or not.
Her response is unacceptable.*


I. SAID. DROP. IT.

*The heel of his hand goes straight for her sternum.*

[slayer_fray]

That's partly what Mel wanted. His temper out in the open, where she can see it.

She doesn't try to block it or dodge. She takes the hit full in the chest and rides it, rolling to the ground.

She's taken a stone lance full in the sternum. it can cope with a hand.

She jumps straight back on to her feet, waiting.

"That's all you've got?"