Lindsey J. Roland (lindseyshines) wrote in viewing_globe, @ 2009-08-09 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlotte, kamal, lindsey, quinn |
WHO: Lindsey, Kamal, Quinn and Charlotte
WHAT: Working out and talking
WHERE: Obstacle course, outdoors
WHEN: August 10th, 2009 - mid afternoon
Lindsey had done his best to avoid his other teammates since the attack on the school, irritated that he'd been taken down so easily, upset that he'd been put under watch for his concussion, told to stay away from trouble for the week. He'd healed and was fine, and he'd be damned if he stayed behind when it came time to go out again. Precautions were precautions, but he was a Ranger and he had duties. Not... that he could perform them at the moment. With the grid down, there wasn't a whole lot anyone could do about much of anything. The cities they'd been assigned to had been overrun with crime in the short time they'd been cut off from their powers, the entire country falling down faster than anyone could blink. It wasn't fair.
I'll kick that guy's ass, he promised himself mentally, the thought punctuated by the action of a quick punch through the air. If I find out who it is, he's gonna be sorry.
It wasn't in Lindsey's nature to be so moody, to be so upset about the happenings in their everyday lives, but... he couldn't help himself. Nothing about the situation warranted anything less than anger. That fuel kept him moving on the obstacle course grounds, going through a series of martial arts techniques to try and keep himself focused, to hone and tame his emotions. There was a lit cigarette between his lips and a horde of butts on the ground around him, his lighter sat on a wooden beam nearby to keep it safe. He tended to get swept up when he practiced by himself, and destroying his lighters was somewhat of a habit.