Jake (aimistrue) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-07 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ethan bishop, p: mena, p: mj, riley hunter |
Who: Ethan Bishop & Riley Hunter
What: Just two guys hanging out in the gym late at night
When: 1st May [Backdated]
Where: The gym
Rating: Low
It was late. Really late in fact. Ethan knew for a fact he had strange sleeping habits when the rest of Limbo was fast asleep and he was still wide awake and the only good cure for insomnia was to hit up the gym until he’d exhausted himself enough to sleep. It was as he entered the gym that he realised he wasn’t alone in his apparent inability to sleep as there on a nearby treadmill was one Riley Hunter. He looked like he’d been here a while given the slight sheen his skin had and Ethan wondered just how long he’d been on that thing, but he wasn’t one to judge. Not when he had in the past pushed himself a little too hard. “Can’t sleep?” He asked as he began to unzip his hooded sweatshirt and began to pull it off so he was left in a black wife beater. Riley turned his head when he caught someone coming into his peripheral vision and tugged out an earbud from where he’d been listening to music loud enough that as it came out and hung around his neck the heavy beat could still be heard. Riley struggled to sleep even when he was in familiar places, let alone somewhere new. Upheaval was something he was used to, but it never made it easier. And without having spoken to the doctors on base - which he was loathe to do anyway - to get something that would help him sleep, he was kind of stuck having to exhaust himself to the point where he just collapsed into bed. It had only been a few days, but it had taken him almost six months to settle into Maine. “Something like that,” he shared, a smile catching on his face as Ethan came to join him. He liked Ethan, the guy had been an asset in the field sure and was kind of quiet but Riley had never had trouble talking to him. He was pragmatic and had the right kind of attitude that Riley liked being around, it was… easy. And whilst Riley might have seemed to the world at large that he was good at getting along with everyone, that really wasn’t the case. He lowered the speed on the treadmill slightly and grabbed his towel, rubbing it over his face and then resting it around his neck. “You?” “I don’t tend to sleep much,” Ethan shared as he rolled his shoulders in his pre-workout warm up. “Just enough so I’m still able to function but without wasting time.” He linked his hands together and stretched his arms above his head before pulling one arm across his chest as he never worked out without warming up first. That was a one way ticket to some sore aching muscles. Ethan tended to train alone a lot of the time and working out was normally done to the sound of music in his ears but Riley, he’d shown that he was a good guy and a decent human being who did his best for his people. That definitely earned him time and respect from Ethan. “How you liking Limbo so far?” “Sleep isn’t a waste of time, Ethan,” Riley said with a chuckle, softening what might have otherwise sounded like an admonishment. “But I get that. Wish I could do that, just enough to function. Unfortunately I need slightly more than whatever crazy person hours a lot of you seem to keep. Otherwise I’m just a shuffling, coffee addicted zombie and since I actively hate coffee…” He drank it because Matt did, they always had some somewhere but really he hated it. He’d rather have a cup of tea or, better yet, a nap. He shrugged, slowing the treadmill further until it was at a walk. “Um, it’s alright? Glad there’s a bunch of you here that I know,” he said honestly, “Because… y’know, that always makes things a bit easier. You?” Ethan begged to differ, he hadn’t found a good excuse to stay in bed for longer than was absolutely necessary. “We’ll have to agree to disagree there.” He worked on warming up his legs and nodded. “It’s not so bad for me, I’ve passed through Limbo before and I know a couple people here so it’s easier to settle in.” He dipped into his bag that he’d put down earlier and pulled out some tape as he had been intending on beating the crap out of a punching bag. “Matt here with you?” Honestly, Riley didn’t laze about in bed anymore, not the way he used to when early mornings were a blessing and a curse, the temptation just to stay in bed with company almost outweighing the need for money. Morning kisses and husky first-thing laughter. He swallowed, pushing the thoughts aside. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, makes it easier if you know someone,” he said, “I mean, the huge amount of transfers out of Maine meant at least there’s a bunch of you here that I know.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned his head to watch Ethan wrapping his hands. “Yeah,” he said, “Apparently we travel as a pair everywhere. No one else’ll put up with him, let’s be honest.” “Mmm, that is true,” Ethan admitted with a smirk. “But you make a good team so it makes sense that they brought you over together.” He began to tape his right hand and once he was happy with the amount he moved onto his left hand. “You got a team yet?” He was really nosey but no harm in asking questions, especially if you actually cared about the answers. “This place is really busy, lots of transfer ins and outs.” “Yeah,” Riley said honestly, “five out of ten, so half a full house.” He rubbed the back of his neck as the treadmill slowed to a stop and he wiped the sweat off his face. “Which happened pretty damn quick considering. There’s always a lot of shuffling though. Guess you can’t get too used to a handler in situations like this. Probably gonna be a few more shuffles before we’re done.” He reached up, stretching his arms above his head and feeling his shoulders popping with the movement. “Mostly newcomers, I think. Who’s your handler?” “Limbo’s the worst for it,” Ethan shared as he finished taping up his hand. “Seems like the colour of the guard is always changing. If not agents it’s handlers. Definitely can’t get used to the status quo and you’d be screwed if you were hung up on routine.” Which thankfully he wasn’t. He rolled his neck again. “Hazel and Mike, they’re alright actually.” He’d gotten to go to Japan with Holly because they’d signed off on it and he couldn’t fault their training schedule, helped to keep him occupied. Riley chuckled. “Luckily most people get used to not having a routine,” he said, “though some of the more rigid military types have always struggled to adjust.” He watched Ethan rolling his neck and stepped off the treadmill, picking up his water bottle. His heart rate was slowly dropping, chest no longer heaving quite so much between breaths. “You wanna give me the low down on folk I gotta avoid here?” he asked, “Honestly though if you could give us any tips, I’d appreciate it.” “Everybody?” Ethan shot back with a razor sharp smirk before he rounded on a nearby punching bag. “Honestly there’s a couple people. There’s this guy, Gideon, he seems just crazy. Then there’s Max who is just an ass really. James is also kinda nutty. And then there’s your standard I hate the Regiment types but they’re mostly harmless.” He threw his first punch. “You made friends with Mira or Avery yet? If not, you should. Mira’s more or less in charge of the food and Avery, well, she can patch you up as good as new without any painful procedures being involved.” Riley nodded, folding his arms across his chest as Ethan started punching the sand bag. He had good form, but being in the Regiment for such a long time he would have expected nothing less. “No, but I’ll do that in the morning,” he promised with a chuckle, making a mental note of the names that were listed off before he moved a little closer and leaned down and picked up the tape that was left over in Ethan’s bag. He started wrapping his own knuckles. “You wanna hit something a little more responsive, like?” Ethan paused in his ministrations and caught the bag as it swung back to him, eyebrow arching at the offer from Riley at which point he smirked. “Yeah, that’ll be good actually.” He would always select an opponent over an inanimate punching bag. Once he was sure the bag was settled he walked out towards the mats and fell into a posture, waiting for Riley and when the other man joined him they began to spar. This was definitely better than a punching bag. |