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How to be a hired gun/merc - Monday, Period 3

Today when the students entered the Danger Shop they would find it transformed into the cargo bay of a Firefly class transport space ship. Inside said cargo bay was a bunch of makeshift gym equipment.

Jayne was actually in the process of doing bench presses when the students came in.

"Sometimes being a hired gun means you spend lots of time doing nothing," Jayne grunted as he continued to exercise. "When that happens you need to occupy your time. One of those things should be staying in shape. You get out of shape? Chances are you won't move fast enough the next time someone shoots at you."

He put the weights on it's stand and sat up.

"So go run laps. Lift weights. Whatever."

Yeah, Jayne just decided to use his class time today to work out. Sorry kids.

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"On your left," Mara warned as she ran past him ~~because someone had to do it come on.~~

Sparkle's jaw only fell open a little bit. Really.

"Oh, come on!"

He was going to have such a stitch in his side if he tried to catch up to her. That wasn't going to stop him, of course.

Mara laughed. "Really?"

"Can you blame a guy for trying?"

This, of course, was said by a kind of wheezing Sparkle as he tripped along behind her, so...

"Of course not," Mara said, turning around to jog backward. "Are you even in the right shoes for this?"

"I would be if I knew today was going to be a hit-the-gym class," Sparkle protested, wrinkling his nose at her. "I wear those shoes when I know I'm going to have to run."

The toe was coming off of the canvas shoes he was already wearing, and the tread had been almost completely worn off. Old habits died hard, and Sparkle had a tendency to wear things until there was no saving them. He had better running shoes back in his room, but why mess them up now when he could be wearing them for his occasional breaking-and-entering sprees in Baltimore?

"Bet he'd say it's because you never know when you'll need to make a getaway, but I think he just doesn't plan ahead," Mara confided.

"Pretty sure," Sparkle huffed, "he just threw us at this class because he didn't feel like actually teaching us anything."

Which was fine by him too, if it meant he didn't have to worry about being locked up for a class again. But this was Sparkle. Sparkle was made to complain.

"At least he's not trying to give us alcohol?" Mara replied.

"See," Sparkle managed, "that's my definition of a good class."

"Makes it harder to run in a straight line, though," Mara said.

"Who cares what direction I'm running in, here, so long as I'm running? I mean, we can't all run marathons backwards, here," Sparkle replied, starting to make faces as his side informed him that it was very much not appreciating these shenanigans. "Shit, I need to quit smoking."

"Or not pick a life of crime and/or getting shot at," Mara said helpfully.

And in response to that, Sparkle was going to just stick his tongue out at her.

A dangerous proposition while running, really.

"Fat lot of good that does around here. Shit's still going to try to kill you on the island, doesn't matter if you're a sinner or a saint, girly."

"Then it probably won't matter if you can run, either," Mara said.

"Hasn't hurt much in the past," Sparkle replied, now holding his sides as he ran. He wasn't... going... to lose, dammit! "You can do a lot more living if you're faster than the one chasing you. And, if that doesn't work, if you're faster than the other guy running away."

So he was pretty functionally dead right now, apparently.

"Or be better at hiding," Mara offered.

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