WHO: Tibs and Dante WHAT: Fight Club WHERE: Gym WHEN: Monday afternoon RATING: TBD / Probably violent. STATUS: Incomplete
Tibs could sneak out of the school to the village in his sleep, he'd done it so many times. Normally those trips involved the pub, at some point, but the gym wasn't too far out of the way. Tibs didn't have a membership there - no way could he afford that, keeping himself clothed in reasonably-fitting clothes was challenging enough on his budget - so he'd never been before, but he found his way through the streets in the village, until he reached the gym's front doors.
He hadn't been sure what to wear to fight a guy, so he'd pulled on his trainers and a pair of sweats, a plain t-shirt that clung a bit too tight thanks to that last growth spurt, and a hoodie that was a touch too big - in preparation for the next growth spurt. He'd learned that trick from Mom, before she left, buying clothes a little too big while he was growing.
He pushed the door open and made his way back toward the locker room, following a sign with a pointing arrow. No one gave him a second glance. Thibault wasn't remarkable or even that memorable, in his own opinion. Helped him sneak around a little. He was just a boy, a plain old boy. Sure he had his issues, but who didn't?
Thibault couldn't help but be a little nervous, excited, and apprehensive about meeting Dante. He had to admit that he looked up to the guy. He'd wanted to learn to fight from him for a little while and now he was about to. He took a deep breath before he pushed open the door to the locker room, peeking his head in first before he took a step inside. "Dante?" he called out.