Ashton Anchors (double_dragon) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2010-07-27 01:25:00 |
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Current mood: | determined |
Entry tags: | :action, alucard, ashton anchors, diva |
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[Ashton was up early today. The announcement had thrown off his sleep schedule completely, and he felt restless. After a simple breakfast of bread and cheese -- it was all he had left in his cupboards -- he found his way to the training hall in Sector 6. He had been neglecting his training ever since he arrived, because of the simple fact that he didn't know this hall existed; much less that there were practice weapons available. They were far flimsier than he was used to, but he'd make due.
With a wooden sword in each hand, his headband replaced with a bandanna that kept the hair from his eyes, and his clothes rather plain -- a loose grey t-shirt and black jogging pants, Ashton got to work.
It wouldn't be until he was pouring with sweat, or exhausted, that he would stop. He knew it was pointless to work until that point, but he had to do something. He had to stop feeling so useless. Defenseless. Weak. When his blood was pumping, all of that seemed to fade away. All that he could hear was the hiss of the air as it was cut and the occasional grunts he let out as a result of his efforts.
...of course, he has the sinking feeling he was forgetting something that was supposed to happen today, but he didn't even know the day's number, so he tried not to think too hard about that.]
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