Who: Hockey and Kitchen Appliances Where: Central Park When: Late afternoon Warnings: Possible language.
Morning practice, noon skate, afternoon practice and the day after the brutal game against the Caps? Tortorella was trying to kill them but he meant well. He just wanted them to win and so did Hockey and therefore, he'd do his best not to complain. Still, it made it hard to get a second of relaxation in but Hockey barely relaxed anyway. His relaxation consisted of weight training, jogging... and, well, groupies and beer when he had time. No time for that now, not during the playoffs and even after the brutal afternoon practice, even after knowing he had to be back at the rink in a few hours for the 'optional' evening skate, Hockey was heading out for a jog.
Wishing the Garden farewell with a pat to its walls after showering, Hockey was dressed in a Rangers windbreaker with a Rangers ballcap pulled down over his eyes to avoid fan recognition as he jogged through Central Park. His hockey athems blared in his ears, his feet hitting the pavement along with the beat and Hockey felt alive. Even if his team didn't get passed the first round, which they probably wouldn't, the playoffs were here, he was utterly filled with power and existence was good.
It was so good that he was deep in contemplation and didn't realize that there was a rather pretty girl in his path before he bowled into her, eyes snapping back into focus in time to reach out for her arms in an attempt to steady her. "I am so sorry, are you okay?" He asked, dragging the earbuds away from his ears and letting the noises of the park filter into his consciousness again.