PHD #031: Keep It In Order
Keep It In Order
Summary: Malone and Jayden chat with a deckie. Bloody hands ain't sexy.
Date: 29 March, 2041 AE
Related Logs: None
Malone Cilusia Jayden 
Athletics Area - Deck 12 - Battlestar Cerberus
Post Holocaust Day: #31
A large pair of mats dominates the center of this room, their centers taped-out for a small area to practice boxing or other martial arts. Around the outside are treadmills, bikes, weights, and an impressive variety of gym equipment to help tone and shape the bodies of the crew. To one side of the room is the locker room while at the rear is a hatch that leads back to the oversized swimming pool. Off to the side is a rack that holds boxing gloves, pugil sticks, and the associated pads for the sticks.
Condition Level: 3 - All Clear

Let it be known that Jayden takes care of his body. The pilot ambles into the area with a small water bottle and towel. He gives a nod here and there to the folks he knows, and goes directly towards the area with the free weights. Pensive and determined to get some sort of workout going.

Malone has been on one of those bikes for a long while, and is still on it, feet pushing the pedals around with determination. Looking around once in a while, he notices Jayden and offers the man a bit of a nod.

From one corner of the room comes the rhythmic pounding on one of the gym's heavy bags. The leather on the thing crumples up where fist makes contact, but it's the fist that's striking it that's of greater interest. A 5'-nothing deckie stands wailing on it, hands wrapped, but not in gloves. She's been there a while, if the glistening skin on her arms and the wetness on the sweats is any indication.

Jayden nods back to his partner as he tosses the towel on a bench. "Malone," he says, as he takes a swing from the bottle and just sorta rinses his mouth with it. A glance over to the PO working the bags is given, and a small smirk drawn. Back to Mal, "How's it going," he asks, as he picks up a dumbbell.

"Good, good," Malone offers, without stopping the cycling. "Doing my best to stay in the shape needed out there," he adds, before he asks, "And you?" Looking over towards the deckie for a few moments, rather carefully.

"Ain't got no bags down in the brig. So I'm wailing on this thing rather than some new PO's face." For the moment, she stops her 'exercise' and wipes a brow with her arm, the one with all the tattoos. "Not familiar with you two…Viper jocks, I'd guess?" Of course, not too many people are familiar with her at all, not unless they've been down to the brig after Cerb set out.

Jayden takes a firm hold on the weight in his hand, as he straddles over the padded bench to begin a series of concentrated curls with the dumbbell. "I'm fine, " he quips, as he focuses on keeping his posture adequate for the exercise. "Heard they're reviewing flight films…" a pause when the deckie addresses them. "I'd prefer you /can/ the viper jock remark, sailor," he smirks and winks. "Combat aviators, is more to my liking." He switches hand and adds, "Jayden Ekonomo. El-tee with the Knights."

Malone is unable to hold back a bit of a grin at Jayden's comment to the deckie, before he looks towards her again, with a bit of a nod. "Tommy Malone, Ensign with said Knights," he introduces himself. Feet never stopping the cycling motion.

"PO3 Cilusia Fasi, down on the deck. Looks like I'll be keeping your gear in working order then, huh….Sirs? I'd shake your hands but…you know." To show them what they should know, she holds up her hands. Wrapped, the fabric is a little wet with sweat, and the knuckles are dotted with red along her knuckles from the endeavor.

Jayden nods a few times at Cil's intro, as his workout continues. "Ah, a deckhand with bloody hands," he says after peering briefly to her wraps. "I am tempted to say sexy, but like you have pointed out, you're taking care of our…gear, so, I'll stay away from the crude remarks." He is grinning like a baboon now.

"I think whot the Lieutenant here is trying to say is that we really appreciate the work you guys do," Malone offers, pausing his cycling for a few moments now.

"Much appreciated, of course." She doesn't seem too offended, regardless, given that she just stands there smirking, the hand that's not displayed to the pilots on her hip, which is thrust to the side with a bit of attitude. "Of course, it won't be the first time I've heard shit-talkers talk shit," she says with a bit of a chuckle, before turning back to the bag and laying a solid smack against the leather with her right hand.

Jayden chuckles whole-heartedly and drops the weight gently over the deck. A thumbs-up to his wingman, even if his recover failed a bit. "Frak a duck, I swear I'm losing my charm, Mal." He looks at the PO head back to her punching bag, and prompts, "Don't mind my silliness, Fasi, I just suck at being amusing to anyone but myself these days." He's rubbing his biceps a tad, as he looks back to where his water bottle is set.

Malone chuckles a bit as he listens, "A solid loss to the world, I'm sure," he offers to Jayden, before he goes back to pushing the pedals. With more intensity now.

"So are you wingmates? Or gym buddies? Or you like the same chewing gum, or what?" Slap-slap, two quick hits, then she pauses to give them both a chance to respond. Kind of hard to talk over the sound and intensity when she gets to going all on the thing.

"Wingmates, Fasi," answers Jay, as he stands up and examines another set of dumbbells. "And I don't sing as good as he does," he grins a bit after saying that.

Malone pauses for a few moments as he hears Jay's words, shaking his head a little bit, "And the world rejoices…" he mutters, a bit lightly. "What he means there is that while my singing is terrible, his is beyond terrible," he offers, a bit lightly.

"Well, guess that's good to know. About the only things I'm good at singing are in Scorpian, so you folks probabky wouldn't like it unless you're from there. Folk stuff, the sorta shit my familiy used to sing way back in the day." A few more punches into the bag, and finally, she's wincing enough to hold up for the day; have to be able to use your hands and all. Finished with the punching bag, she steps away, and makes use of the towel she had laying out on a piece of equipment nearby. "And now, here comes the suck," she says, drying, curling her lips back a bit as she starts to peel off the wrappings.

Jayden nods simply and seems to be unable to decide what weight to use next. It would appear he's mind is not in here anymore, since he remains quiet now. That’s been happening a lot lately with him.

"Don't lose any fingers there," Malone offers a bit lightly, before he turns his head down a bit as he pushes himself harder on the bike for a while longer.

"No…no, that'll come when we're piecing together your birds, and all that shit." Hissing a little as the wrappings come off with all the sting of a bandage, not at all helped by the fact that they're held on with a bit of fresh and congealing blood on the knuckles. "Ow…godsdamned. That hurts so good. Been a long frakkin' time since I've gotten the chance to do this." Wrappings off, she flexes her hand a little…maybe to confirm that she didn't break anything.

Jayden stares at the items below for a good while, but snaps back to reality when the PO hisses, "Huh?" He blinks a bit as he looks at her hand, "Hades, PO, that looks nasty." He's looking between her and Malone now, wondering if he should intervene and provide some sort of care for that injury.

Malone looks up again, and glances over towards the other two for a few moments. Looking a bit unsure of what to do as well, staying quiet for now, as he keeps on cycling.

"Nah, it's all good. I'll get'er washed up and wrapped back up in some clean dressings and it'll be right as rain before you know it. Not the first time I've busted up my knuckles. Last time was on another PO's jaw, though." Oooooh, so that's why she's been out of sight, out of mind for a while now. "That being said, I actually got to…you know wash up. Nobody wants a smelly, sweaty, bloody PO hanging wandering around anyway. So, if you two will excuse me…" And with that, towel over her shoulder, she heads for the door; the two pilots get a little wave and a loose salute, before she turns away, and starts to tug the ties out of her hair and shake it free.

Jayden watches silently for a while before shaking his head. "Gods," he offers, when she's out of sight. "Hope she puts that much effort into doing her job." A jump rope is snatched now.

Malone nods a little bit as he hears Jay's words, "If so, our birds are in the best hands, right?" Finishing his biking now, and stepping off the bike.

Cilusia has left.

Jayden nods, "Absolutely." The pilot now starts the second part of his workout with the rope. "Still, I can't help but worry for the little gal," he grins a bit in his jump.

Malone nods a little bit, "Maybe someone should mention something for the Chief?" he offers a bit thoughtfully.

Jayden has adopted a simpe jump routine and gives Malone a nod. "Maybe," he says, as his exercise stops. "Anyhow," he grabs his water and takes a gulp, "I better get a shower before chow." He gives the other pilot a two-fingered salute and makes for the exit.

Malone nods a little bit, "Take care," he offers, before he shakes his head a little and moves to get some stretching done a bit carefully.

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