Who: Bobby - Tommy OTA What: Messing around in the Training room Where: One of the many training sessions I don't know if it just be blue blockers on it or not. When: 17th December early morning.
What the hell is a ‘Shadowcat’, did go running through Bobby’s mind, for oh … all of ten seconds, or maybe a little longer, that was until Felix the Cat appeared in his minds eye and was chasing around after him in the arena. With that thought lingering in his head, he grabbed up the tattered looking hoodie he was pretty much attached too, and began to tug it down over his head. A black and white, silent cat still chasing after him in his head mind you. He was going to be taken down to the training room soon, so he may as well attempt to figure out if anyone else knew who he or she was. Though as he was pretty much aware, no one was in the mood to talk to him after his stunt a few nights ago, he kept his mouth shut. Well in the end, he didn’t and just hollered out loudly, “what’s a Shadowcat?” Realizing he’d probably had his butt put down for the fight this week because of his behaviour all week, so why not keep it going?
No answers, typical. Though what did he really expect?
The door slid itself open, goodie, time to go frolicking like a good little lamb awaiting its slaughter, he looked over to the other side of the cell block. Caught Pascoe as he walked out, who stuck a finger up at him, and then pointed at his collar, snapping out as he finally passed by Bobby, “it only worked for fifteen minutes you ass jockey.”
Bobby was amused, “yeah you mean Judy, it only stopped working for fifteen minutes.”
“Don’t fucking call me Judy.” Got snapped out as the much taller mutant finally left the block. Off to whereabouts unknown, as he was never down in the training room when Bobby was, not that Bobby ever gave much thought to where everyone else actually went. Some of them were grouped together and ended up down there at the same time, but not always.
Bobby, got himself moving, the training room was pretty near on empty, unusual really as when ever he managed to get there he was normally late for the session to start up, but apparently not today, whoopee, only not really. Greenish blue eyes, took their time to wander around, whilst for the most part being shaded and hidden by his hood. He didn’t like people to actually know he did pay attention to sometimes at some times, hence the hood being a more than important piece of clothing, to always, yes always keep around. No one in there he had really had much to do with, so he cut out the skulking, and got on with making it look as if he was doing something. Which for the most part, Bobby really wasn’t. He didn’t use his mutant abilities when he was meant to, and he really, really didn’t get into the whole re-doing the same old things, over and over again. So, they wanted you to be a fighter, yeah hello they all knew that, but if you sucked at it, you sucked at it, and no amount of doing repetitive shit was going to make you any the damn better.
Duck, dive, thrust, wheeze as you collapse on the floor, because it is amusing, and you know you’ll get your ass yelled at by the trainer at the front of the room. Do it again a few times, and if you were lucky they’d get fed up and send you out. Bobby was counting, but he was not really as bad as all this as he would at times make himself out to be. Jab, punch, spin about, accidentally on purpose loose your footing, fall flat on your back. So it was not working yet, but he wanted this to be over and done with really quickly, places to go, things to do, and well boredom to try and reign in. Of course, he should have been worrying about his up coming fight, and therefore actually making the most out of the morning session, but instead, he was as ever messing around.