Charlie Townsend (imupintheair) wrote in ofourowndevice, @ 2013-04-29 18:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 07-03-13, charlie |
Wherever I go, go, trouble seems to follow
Who: Charlie
Where: the gym
When: early morning, before his shift
Some two days had passed since Charlie Townsend had met the business end of one Katalina Xarhakos. Sure, maybe he had had no business leaning over her like that, but how was he to know that she would wake up and punch him in the face? He hadn't, otherwise he would have stayed back a few feet. It didn't matter now, either way, because what was done was done. His nose was broken and swollen and even the doctor had told him he was lucky that the newbie hadn't done more damage. Charlie was used to runners -- people panicked, got finicky and tried to run for the hills. It was human nature to at least try to escape, was it not? He'd seen it dozens of times up close. It wasn't like Katalina was the first guest to swing at him -- there had definitely been others -- but, she was the first one of them who had ever managed to break anything of his.
Charlie was losing his edge.
Against the doctor's wishes, the dark haired man had found his way to the fitness center. It wasn't necessarily a matter of pride -- yes, it was -- for Charlie to be in good shape, it was his job. Sure, there was nothing in the rules that said he had to be Mister Muscles, but he prided himself on being in very good shape. What was the point of being security if he wasn't fit enough to make sure things were secure? It was pointless, really, and definitely pointless to argue with him. Sure, he might increase the swelling in his nose by engaging in any sort of exercise immediately following his injury but Charlie was restless. Would it really hurt anything for him to just walk on the treadmill? He didn't think so. Sure, he knew his breathing was constrained and not exactly what it was used to, but it wasn't as if he could just sit around and rest. That was boring.
Still, as soon as Charlie started walking at an incline, he felt the pressure in his face where his nose was all messed up. Breathing through his nose was simply not a comfortable option, but breathing through his mouth was not very comfortable either. He did his best, but the fact of the matter was, he was probably better off listening to Dr. Aiden. Being told to rest in his off time was one thing -- a smart thing -- that Charlie didn't think he would really adhere to, not strictly speaking, at least. But to have his intentions thwarted already was frustrating. He was going to have to find something else to do, something that was low key and wouldn't cause any complications with his injury. Too bad the magic didn't do anything in the way of healing. Not anything like Wolverine, at least. That'd be pretty cool. Or, if there was magic like that, then Charlie definitely wasn't privy to the knowledge. Could people die here? It was definitely something to think about. Had he ever really thought about it before?
It was strange, and odd, the things he found his mind wandering towards, when new people arrived. It caused all kinds of new ideas and thoughts, ones that Charlie was not even sure he would have had if not for the continued arrival of new people. It was a state of constant flux, one that was easy to get lost in. For one such as him, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Charlie was good at getting lost. Everyone said so, and they weren't wrong. Even now, Charlie was losing focus. So even walking was out of the picture, but he could at least find a place to rest, right? The locker room was relatively empty at this time in the morning. It was lucky, because it wasn't as if the lone man in the room looked he exactly fit, seeing as he was staring off into space, seated as he was on one of the benches. It wasn't to say that that sort of thing wasn't allowed in the locker rooms, but seeing as the area was more of a transitional place than anything else, it didn't exactly make sense for someone to just be sitting there.
Seconds bled into minutes, and before long, one of the many alarms he'd set on his watch started going off, the beeping a clarion call of sound to bring Charlie back from whence he had gone. He hit the button that would cease the alarm and rose up from his seated position. His watch glared up at him from its digital display, letting him know he had only a half hour before he needed to be on shift. Fingertips pressed gingerly to the bandage on his nose, Charlie made his way back to the apartment he shared with Jai. "Time to greet the day," he murmured, his voice unmistakeably nasal. The curse breathed under his breath was decidedly less so, but he knew that it was going to be a long day. "Next guest to fucking hit me gets hit back," he decided, a smile finding its way to his lips. Not that he would, but he could at least get a kick out of thinking about it, right? Right.