Out and About Date: August 28th Time: 2:00pm Location: The Dojo then the grounds of Azoth Characters: LJ Lowes & Christiano Giambrone Description: Working out, walking the dogs, feeling restless... All in a day's work for an AP stuck in one place. Status/Rating: Private, in progress, PG
Ninety seven... Ninety eight... Ninety nine... One hundred.
LJ dropped down to the floor from where he'd been doing chin ups and raked his fingers through his hair. He'd been making sure to stay on top of his training to keep himself in the peak of physical fitness on the basis that he had no desire to waste away whilst he was stuck here going stir crazy and babysitting Arcanists. He knew he could be called to action at any minute, and Devon... well, whatever had happened to her, she just looked awful and whatever it was that had shaken her up was worth preparing for and being concerned about. He might not have know what had happened in full but... He thought about checking in with her again, he'd meant to, but she'd sort of disappeared, gone into hiding. He thought he'd seen her running around the grounds but he wasn't about to be the one to chastise her for not taking care of herself. No thank you. Not a conversation he wanted to have, not in the least because she'd rip him a new asshole for being cheeky, even if it was out of concern. He liked her too much to risk her wrath and respected her too much to risk her thinking he was insulting her. British women had scarier tempers than anyone else.
Moving out of the training room, it didn't take LJ long to run up to his room, shower and change into a pair of jeans and a clean, dark t-shirt and head back downstairs with a dark blue hoodie on, hair still damp. His training routine was punishing; he'd already done a run of the grounds before his workout, but it was for no other reason than that he wanted to be better than he had been the day before. He always strived to be better than the man he was yesterday. It was one of the many reasons that he was so dedicated to his role as an Arcane Protector, he wanted to be the best he could be. He wasn't interested in competing with anyone else or being better than the. He only wanted to compete against himself.
That was a challenge sometimes.
Bonnie was, as ever, dutifully by his side as he jogged down the hallway, followed by Clyde. Tank was sleeping, laziness overtaking the small puppy who was exhausted from his walk earlier. Bonnie and Clyde, however, always went running with him. They walked beside him and once they got into the expanse of the grounds, halfway along the walking trail, he stopped and pulled two tennis balls out of the pockets of his hoodie where he'd been keeping them out of sight from his dogs.
He threw one for Clyde who shot after it and then looked at Bonnie, who whined impatiently at him. He chuckled and revealed her ball, throwing that one, too, as far as he could. "Go on then," he told her as she looked at him for permission to run. When he waved her off, she barked happily and shot off after Clyde.
Absently lifting the toggle of his hoodie to his mouth, LJ started chewing on it as he sat down on the grass, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle and hands supporting his weight as he leaned back. He had a couple of minutes at least before his dogs came running back demanding that the balls be thrown again so he flopped backwards to make the most of it. He might not have been sleeping but when he lay back his eyes closed reflexively.
He wasn't expecting to be disturbed, so when a shadow crossed over him he cracked one eye open and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, looking at the newcomer.