| Revelations |
[20 Mar 2010|05:34pm] |
WHO: Cathair and Eden
WHEN: Morning
WHERE: The Gym in town
To say Cathair was getting restless was an understatement. Two nights in a row of drinking hadn't made things any better, although today at least, his groin didn't hurt. Reading was no good, he'd already read all the books he had, and his mind was far too busy to concentrate on reading. Praying hadn't help much either.
So he was down to beating out the stress. Luckily, there was a small gym in town. He didn't need much, just a heavy bag and a few hours. He was dressed simply in a black sleeveless tee shirt that's screen printed design had long faded to a collection of dots and a plain gray pair of sweats with his usual heavy boots, his hair clubbed back and his hands wrapped up with athletic tape he'd nicked from the druggist's shop. After warming up, he started taking out his frustrations on the heavy bag.
His fighting style was nearly pure boxing, with the occasional knee shot or cross jab with an elbow. Effective and brutal. This was what he needed, to work up a good sweat and off some of the nervous energy that was building. They were waiting for the axe to fall and it had set his combat nerves to nonstop twitching. This would hopefully keep him from making another mistake like he had with Eden.
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