Marcus Flint (cruel_hands) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-30 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: isaac montague, character: marcus flint, player: deb, player: missy |
Who: Marcus and Isaac
When: Sunday evening, 31 July (posting early)
Where: Flint Manor
What: a confrontation
Rating: R, I'm sure, for violence and language and gods only know what else
Status: threading
Marcus was stripped down to trackies and nothing else, body covered in sweat as he took out his anger and frustration on the punching bag. He'd been at it an hour, and he expected he'd be there another hour or more. He had his hands taped, knuckles protected as he wasn't pulling any of the punches, full strength as he struck. He grunted with the force of each blow, feeling it echo through his entire body. It wasn't doing what he wanted, but it was the best he had. And he needed something.
He paused when he heard the house elf pop in, grunting an acknowledgement as it squeaked his name. Its next words had him turning, hands balled into fists, held up as if he were defending, or preparing to strike. "Fuck."
The elf popped out with a squeak as Marcus pushed past it and into the hall. He stalked through the halls, down to the suite he shared with his wife. He ignored the sitting room, ignored the door still open to his wife's room. It was the door to his own room that pulled him in, not stopping until he stood in the room, staring at Isaac. A deep scowl furrowed his entire expression. "Get out, Isaac. Get the fuck out of my room, and out of my house."