<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIq1F9BPXHM/Ttx_TV9EcYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/McB-n_IAISM/s1600/Aeryn-Sun-farscape.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erin Bannon (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8215231#msg8215231)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Elite Soldier/Bodyguard<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Officers Gym/ Tech's Office<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Needling the nerd<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Edgar 'Tech' Crowley<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Any<br/><br/><br/><hr/>Her sparring partner gave as good as he got, that was for damn sure. Erins head snapped back and to the side as Rick's rabbit punches got passed her defenses, teeth clamping down on her mouth guard harder with each grunt she released. Yet with each punch connected, her smile got wider.<br/><br/>Erin was dripping in sweat, several strands of raven hair that had escaped the ponytail clinging to her neck. Her work out outfit (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8llWDZ_2FM/UDQ3tlqM8NI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EjUe7d7_QLg/s1600/Yoga+in+Heels+MPG+Outfit+Workout+Fitness+Fashion+Women.png) clung even more so to muscled curves. Those muscles were currently on fire, and in a good way. She'd been working out for hours, which was nothing new really. Bouncing around her opponant, her head would roll, and with a subtle wink being her only tell, she would launch herself at Rick. Faking low to his kidney, his reaction left an opening to his neck, where she delivered a pair of punches to his throat. As he ducked his head and tried to deliver a body shot of his own, she was spinning, and her foot met his dome in a harsh spin kick, sending Rick sprawling. Gasping out a barked laugh, he would raise his hands in surrender, causing Erin to grasp one to yank him back up again, playfully nudging his head with a fist. “ Damn good this time. Made me work for it. Tomorrow?”<br/><br/>Hands placed on knees as he panted, Rick would wave a hand in acquiescence to her request. Blowing her partner a kiss, Erin would turn, making her way through the gym to grab her bag and towel, wiping her face free of moisture and making her way out of the training room used mainly by Officers. With her mind on getting a good stiff drink, she made her way towards her private rooms; on the way there passing by the large room Edgar generally called 'home'. Erin had been ordered to keep an eye upon him, and she was finding the task easy, for now. He was<em>always</em>here. The kid was obsessive. So much so Erin enjoyed finding new and improved ways to fuck with him. Moving to stand within the open doorway, her shoulder would meet the jamb, watching in silence as “Tech” went about spending way too much time adjusting his chair. Had he determined yet that someone kept changing his adjustments? That he had to fix it<em>every</em>time he returned to his office?<br/><br/>With a smirk Erin would stroll into the room, idly grabbing things, checking them out, and replacing them in odd and different spots. Gesturing with her chin towards the myriad of computer screens, adjusting her bag upon a shoulder and grabbing the towel about her neck to hang onto it, narrowing blue eyes she would inquire at Edgar. “ Shouldn't you be working, and not cleaning? I've heard that the Cucullain needs more tweaking. The Director doesn't like having her Toys injured when trying to use it.”<br/>