Who: Leon Orcot and OPEN What: Going for a swim When: This evening Where: Morningside Manor: Pool Warnings: Leon's got a mouth, so probably language. Some body shame, lots of scars Notes: Leon is unlikely to be singing, though it's not impossible. However, I'm open to someone singing at him if they want to.
Leon had always loved to swim. He'd spent a lot of his youth surfing and picking up girls on Malibu beach, and surfing was one of his favourite things to do when he'd gone on holidays in his early-mid 20s. Even after the incident with Daddy D, a big chunk of Leon's physical rehab had taken place inside a pool. Swimming and running in water were excellent low impact, high resistance activities to help build his strength without causing further injury, and Leon had been eager to return to activity as soon as possible. At the rehab centre, it had never been a big deal.
The first time Leon had tried going to a public pool after that, he'd made a kid, around Chris' age, cry and had the kid's mom yell at him for frightening children, and so Leon hadn't tried it again. Sure, sometimes, if it was a warm night, he happened to be looking for D in a costal city, and there was no one around, he'd gone for the occasional midnight swim. But that was about it.
So when he noticed that the pool in the apartments was empty, he rushed to take advantage of it. He'd swum laps for almost forty-five minutes, and now he was running from one end of the pool to the next, enjoying the evening air and the ambient sounds of the city drifting up to him.
It had been ten years since the incident with Daddy D. The patchwork of scars that covered his body - most of them made by tooth and claw, though there were four puckered scars - one in his left bicep, two in his chest, on in his stomach - and a few caused by burns - were no longer the angry red they'd been once. They were pale and white, a shade or two lighter than his skin, some of them raised, others divoted, but most of them only remarkable by their paleness. Even still, he kept a worn t-shirt next to the side of the pool in case anyone did show up. It wouldn't cover up the scars on his forearms or his lower legs, but at least it would cover up most of them.