Just because I'm a redhead doesn't mean I have a fiery personality... or does it

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

What a complete asshole...

[Meryl was storming down the hallway, still fuming after her run in with the male EVA. He really got under her skin- and not in the way he would have liked, most likely. Men like that... ugh.]

[Finally Meryl came to her destination: a gym. This was a good way to work off some aggression. Not much later, the redhead could be seen punching the hell out of a punching bag.]

[((I don't know. RANDOM POST. Post doing your own thing in the gym or talk to Meryl))]

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[badtouchgoesmoo.livejournal.com]

[There also appears to be a Gekko running around, doing laps.

Going moo. As usual.

His constant appearances in rooms where he shouldn't be in the first place shouldn't come as a surprise anymore.]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[Meryl is almost too angry to notice at first.]

[Almost.]

What in the world?!

[badtouchgoesmoo.livejournal.com]

[The Gekko looks over at her and stops in its tracks, before bowing and continiues running--

... wait. It's the girl who taught it about sex before. Might as well show the gratitude with some oldfashioned snuggling.

Meryl there's a Gekko running towards you.]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[asdsdfdsf]

[Meryl is running the other way on the track. She has a gun on her but goddamn that thing was huge.]

[badtouchgoesmoo.livejournal.com]

[The Gekko wants its cuddles. No one denies the cuddling. It reaches out with the cord, moo'ing and chirping like the happy robot it is.]

1/2

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

[Over by the track, Snake stops and looks up. Meryl is beating the hell out of that bag loud enough to draw attention from the other side of the gym.]

2/2

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

[After a particularly hard punch, the bag swings back away from her, but someone stops it short before she can land another hit. Snake, looking a hell of a lot less worse-for-wear than he had been when they last met. Healed up, if disheveled and damp with sweat from his own workout.]

...what's gotten into you?

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[Meryl wasn't expecting the punching bag to stop midair, so a last punch swings harmlessly in the air in front of her. It takes her a moment to realize why it stopped.]

Nothing.

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

[Nothing, huh? He raises his eyebrows silently and releases the poor, abused punching bag. He may not be the most perceptive of people but he can tell when she's really angry about something. ...usually. After all, back home, he dated Meryl for months. :|c]

...looks like you're dropping your elbow too far on your right side. Here-

[And he takes a step, positioning himself in front of the bag.]

Try it again.

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

...Do you really want to get hit?

[She'd be happy to oblige. After just a moment of contemplation she aims a right-hook at Snake, though her form is still sloppy from her being annoyed.]

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

[WOAH. What did the punching bag do to you scary-young-looking lady? Emma's just going to chill by the treadmill, aiming for a brisk walk.]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[It existed, that's what it did.]

[After ten more minutes of beating the hell out of the punching bag, Meryl decided to run on the treadmill, still not opening conversation between the other girl.]

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

[Well, Emma felt like an underachiever watching the red-head run like that. Also to note, she couldn't help but notice the way her...assets bounced with each step. Not that she was staring or anything...]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[Meryl just keeps running, scowling as she did so. After awhile she grew aware of the other girl's glances.]

...What?

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

Uh... N-nothing! I was just...wondering why you were mad. I felt bad for the punching bag.

[Which was technically true. Emma kept walking at a brisk pace, working up a fine layer of sweat. She reached for the bottle of water she had brought with her and took a sip.]

/Have some brainbreak?

[manryl.livejournal.com]

[Merrel spots his younger, female self working out but decides to avoid running into the teen; thinking that this is the same young Meryl he usually ran into.]

[The older soldier makes his way over to a nearby bench and begins curling weights]

yes please!

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[Meryl is too busy beating the shit out of the punching bag to notice the other man right away, but she catches sight of that red hair out of the corner of her eyes and it gives her pause.]

...

[She's eyeballing him now. He looks familiar... too familiar.]

[manryl.livejournal.com]

[Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Merrel lifts his head to look back at the teen]

[Raising a brow] ...What?

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[She frowned when he made eye contact. He could be her brother...]

Nothing.

[And she went back to beating the shit out of her punching bag for now.]

[manryl.livejournal.com]

[Merrel just sighs; already anticipating some kind of argument between them. Nearly every one of their meetings ends up resulting in a confrontation of some kind, so he decides to just squash the matter altogether right now.]

Look- I just wanna work out. So don't go starting some crap with me just because you're pissed off, alright?

[thoserookieeyes.livejournal.com]

[Wow, she's seen that kind of mildly-controlled temper tantrum before. Well, if she knows anything about herself, it's that attempting to talk about it only makes it worse. Ah well, she may as well help in whatever way she can. She carefully slipped behind the punching bag and held it in place for her slightly younger self.]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[Meryl hardly notices her alternate as she's punching the bag, but after a moment her eyes lock with the other woman's and she pauses.]

You're... me.

[Excuse the obvious comment, it's the first time she's met an alternate unless I'm a complete idiot and forgot.]

[thoserookieeyes.livejournal.com]

You haven't been here that long, have you?

[Meryl doesn't seem all that shocked by her alternate's reaction. In fact, she's somewhat insensitive to it all.]

So I guess you're still upset about being dragged into a weird building, huh?

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[She just shakes her head numbly, her current anger momentarily pushed to the side.]

Still trying to get used to it.

[thoserookieeyes.livejournal.com]

[Ah, so that wasn't it. She tried to think of whatever advice she could.]

You better keep up this training, it'll make things seem more normal.

[She grabs the punching bag again, and gestures to it.]