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5:39 PM
Who: Tim and Danny
Where: Beach
When: Thursday afternoon
What:Random meeting
Status:Closed/On-Going
Rating:Low
Tim knew he needed some air After talking to... Bruce on the net his head was spinning at this point. He knew Bruce was smart, to fake his own death. But Tim had accept that he would never see his father again. He assumed wrong, but what made things worse, was that Bruce seem to not know who he was. Which meant that he was from a different world than Tim was. Add that to everything he was dealing with, and it was obvious Tim needed some time alone. So off to the beach he went. That metal retractable staff in hand.
After finding a secluded area, his shoes would come off as toes sunk into the sand. Grey sweat pants hung low on his waist as that white tank top hugged his upper torso. His arms fully exposed as the lining of his muscles would be obvious at this point in his life. That staff held behind his back as he eyes stayed closed. Only concentrating on the sound of the ocean and a few laughter's off in the distance. Soon that light jerk was given as that staff expanded and soon swung across the air, with the sound of it ripping across the air.
Tim knew he needed ot get his mind off of things, and training usually did the trick. This would be the first time he's trained since Bruce death, so it was a first forhim to train alone.
Where: Beach
When: Thursday afternoon
What:Random meeting
Status:Closed/On-Going
Rating:Low
Tim knew he needed some air After talking to... Bruce on the net his head was spinning at this point. He knew Bruce was smart, to fake his own death. But Tim had accept that he would never see his father again. He assumed wrong, but what made things worse, was that Bruce seem to not know who he was. Which meant that he was from a different world than Tim was. Add that to everything he was dealing with, and it was obvious Tim needed some time alone. So off to the beach he went. That metal retractable staff in hand.
After finding a secluded area, his shoes would come off as toes sunk into the sand. Grey sweat pants hung low on his waist as that white tank top hugged his upper torso. His arms fully exposed as the lining of his muscles would be obvious at this point in his life. That staff held behind his back as he eyes stayed closed. Only concentrating on the sound of the ocean and a few laughter's off in the distance. Soon that light jerk was given as that staff expanded and soon swung across the air, with the sound of it ripping across the air.
Tim knew he needed ot get his mind off of things, and training usually did the trick. This would be the first time he's trained since Bruce death, so it was a first forhim to train alone.