Dante (justbusiness) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-11-22 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | dante, dee |
Wednesday September 3rd 2008
Who: Dee and Dante
What: Sparring
Where: The gym
When: Late morning
Rating: R for language and mild violence
Erin was gone. Bam bam. She had packed up all her shit and had left. Her room was totally empty, like she had never existed. Bam bam. It only took her two days. Two days since they had talked, two days since she had told him she couldn't do this with him anymore, two days since she had said goodbye and acted like she wasn't crying as she shut the door on him. Bam bam. The punching bag he was pounding was shaking hard on its chain, the bolts keeping it tacked to the ceiling wriggling looser and looser with each punch. Hitting the bag was therapeutic, cathartic. And it was a lot less dangerous than hitting another person, though not as satisfying.
He had come to the gym at this hour because other people wouldn't be in here. Dante didn't want anyone else to be in here. He wanted to hit things hard and maybe shoot off a few sparks and not have someone else come in and try and make inane small talk with him. So when he caught a figure out of the corner of his eye, a lady figure, he growled deeply, punching the sandbag with a blue sparking fist, tearing a hole through it.