Mary Winchester | 24 | [Video]

[was_a_hunter]

[Mary's clearing her throat for a moment, not sure if she really wants to ask this with the variety of people that they've acquired. It has to be done though, especially if this year is going to be anything like last year.]

I was just wondering if anyone would mind helping me in the gym...and by that, I mean getting me back in the shape I was in during my younger years.

[You know, before the kids and retirement got to her. She'd like to actually survive the next dangerous plot.]

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[notkinkypatch]

[Her? Out of shape? Not that he'd been looking or leering or anything but his newest 'buddy' was pretty goddamn fit. Then again he /is/ the very meaning of lazy-ass-only-run-like-hell-when-necessary.]

An by that ya mean those 80's workout videos with the ladies in spandex an blindin' ass neon leg warmers, smilin' along creepily? As much as I'd like to see you in spandex why don't we just stick to Rocky trainin' montages set to music.

The real question is...are sweat suits or spandex required?

[was_a_hunter]

No...More along the lines of running until I collapse and hitting punching bags until my bones are begging me to stop~.

You can't tell me that you wouldn't want to help me train. We could train for hoooooours. [Because clearly, you didn't even spend ten minutes in a gym and she loves teasing you.]

[notkinkypatch]

ARE YOU SHITTIN M- I mean uhhh n-awnaw you misunderstood! While my taunt an perky frame can definitely run a fuckton till I'm bout ready to collapse into my pursuers fists an restraints I was actually applyin' fer your coach's position. A professional position kinda gig. I'll even do...two example crouches an a push up if ya need the encouragement.

[Sweating bullets here WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF TRAINING DOES SHE NEED THIS TORTURE FOR?! He's this close to breaking out into 'You are Beautiful' just to get her to stop the madness.

[was_a_hunter]

That's all? Ah, but a good trainer works along side their subjects, not simply sitting back and drinking tea or whatever you're planning.

It'll be fun! You should try it.

[notkinkypatch]

Hate to break it to ya but tea ain't my cup of pepsi. Or beer. Sheeee-iiiit, you make it sound like I'll just be breathin' down your neck an lickin' my lips! I'll be shoutin' encouragement into a megaphone too. Real constructive.

Ehhhhh...if I fall asleep on them cushion-y floors that still technically counts as goin' to the gym, right? Then maybe.

[was_a_hunter]

[Laughing softly, she shakes her head.]

Sorry, but that's not the kind of training I need~.

Luckily I was able to get someone that knows exactly the kind of training I need...which includes sparring~.

[notkinkypatch]

S'probably better to go with somethin' ya know. My extreme gingery trainin' ain't fer the faint of fuckin' heart or lungspan. Not to mention pants...

[Spar-....what the hell. He waves his hand in a vague gesture, impressed but puzzled.] Keepin' yourself fit fer PTO mom battles is the important thing. Don't break your trainin' partners balls too much.

[was_a_hunter]

More than moms, Badou...and if I were you, I'd sincerely look at getting some kind of training if this year turns out anything like last year did. ...I don't want to have to bury you...or burn you, depends on the situation.

[notkinkypatch]

[He pauses, eyebrow cocked, that awkward smile is about the least expressive way he reacts to someone voicing giving two fucks about the state of his pulse/hot bod. That's....huh.]

I appreciate you believin' in me not makin' an oh so beautiful corpse. 'm not a fan of that kinda stiffie.

See, I've got this superfuckinpower where I get dragged into shitty situations but manage to scrape through by the skin of my ass. Doesn't mean it'll always work out in my favor- if anythin the universe is against me. I'll consider upping my defense, coach. [He hesitates, just for a second] Thanks fer the head's up. Free info surprises even me, sometimes.

[was_a_hunter]

Last year it got really bad around Halloween. I'm not sure if it's something that she'll be doing again, but I didn't think that it was ever going to end...just something for you to keep in mind. As soon as things around here get weird looking, make finding a weapon your first priority.

[She'd offer to come get him, but she wasn't sure how her new friend would react to something like that.]

[notkinkypatch]

[Eyeroll] Aren't kids her age supposed to be bobbin' fer apples in slutty nurse outfits their mama's would cry over an makin boys bob fer candy in ample cleavage, on Halloween? This kid needs to crash more parties. Fuckin seriously.

That bad, huh? [He still hasn't figured out the whole mama bear mystery but if it made her this antsy about it then, yeah. That bad. Was she doubting the Ginge? Should he reassure her or] I guess savin' that ammo fer a rainy day will actually pay off, hot damn! I learned them basics the same time I learned what teats were, I think 'm good.

[was_a_hunter]

Worse actually. I saw a lot of things last year that made the worse things I'd seen at home look like bunnies. Statues that kill you and dogs with rotted flesh are only some of the tamer things that were after us...if she gets creative again, I'm not sure how many of us will walk away alive.

[If nothing else, she wanted her friends and family to survive. If that meant training hard enough to ensure she lived long enough to see that happen, no matter her fate, she'd do it.]

[notkinkypatch]

Blew right past terror level orange an right in the red, then. Bush Pube W. would be proud. [At the mention of rotting dogs Badou's cool composure falters. If it's as bad as who let the dogs out back home, and the vague aftermath of the shit here he remembers...plus that fucking sacrifice dick plot. God dammit] This is gonna blow considerable goddamn chunks.

Never thought your life would fuckin be micromanaged by a whipper snapper either, didja? Ahhhh hell. I hear ya loud an clear, Mama bear. I'll do some push ups. [Not that he cares o-or anything-] But if I hear you've gotten yourself in deep shit again, like kidnapped Phantom of the Oprah or whatever style, I'm gonna hold our beer hostage, I swear to tap dancin' titty christ. Go punch your bags. Old bags included if ya must.