Connor Reilly (son_of_angel) wrote in zombielandlogs, @ 2019-04-22 05:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy verse: charles gunn, buffy verse: connor |
Who: Connor and Gunn
When: Bendy times
Where: Prison Gym
What: Workout
Warnings: TBD
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Connor didn't know exactly the full details about what was going on. But it couldn't be good. Since when could a dark cloud released by twin serial killers ever be considered a good thing? Especially when some of the clouds were also on ground level as well as above. He thought people were wise to avoid it by staying in the prison. He might not know what it was, but touching it couldn't be a very good idea either. And to think, he'd actually been looking forward to going out on a raid again. Well.. maybe he would. Though he'd prefer not to. He supposed if it was an emergency, he'd have to be careful when going out, taking shelter as needed and waiting the darkness storms out til they had passed over.
Right now, on this morning he was in the gym, dressed in a regular shirt and workout sweatpants. Not like he's going out anywhere at the moment, anyway. His wrist stake-gun was off, laid somewhere off to the side and out of the way. He had spent the first hour lifting some weights. Occasionally adding to it, and having little trouble lifting a few hundred extra pounds - which would look very weird to normal people, seeing someone of this youth's body type lifting so much, when he looked like any other average college kid, After a while he was attacking the back, using a combination of punches and kicks. He'd probably do a bit of target practice next in a while. But for now, he was content to practice the fight drills against the heavy bag. Though, not too much, he didn't want to knock it off the chain after all.