Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 18, 2010 14:32:06 GMT -8
When Physical-Ed wasn't using it for anything, the gym was open to all as a place to be used for recreational training and fitness. Despite most of the school being quite run down and on the homely side, the gym was actually surprisingly pristine, much of the equipment all in working order, and it was surprisingly not completely crowded full of people. Only those here and there who cared about sharpening and enhancing their physical faculties. Vincent was one of these.
98...99...that should do it.Vincent dropped down from the high pull-up bar, picking up the bottle of water on the bench next to it and taking a long swig before moving on to the next exercise. Punches.
Vincent didn't know what it was, but somehow he felt....on edge. Well, he was always slightly agitated in the farthest corner of his mind. He'd been programmed since very early age to always be on the lookout for unseen threats. But this was something different. He'd never gone for such a lengthy period of time without doing something. Well, without killing anyone, to avoid beating around the bush. It made him jumpy in a way that he couldn't explain. He just needed to...expel some energy.
Finished fitting on his fingerless fighting gloves, Vincent took to punching the bag in front of him with fast, cutting strikes. One...one two....one....one two three....
((OOC: Looking for a fight for the sake of raising stats, but socialising is always more than welcome as well))
98...99...that should do it.Vincent dropped down from the high pull-up bar, picking up the bottle of water on the bench next to it and taking a long swig before moving on to the next exercise. Punches.
Vincent didn't know what it was, but somehow he felt....on edge. Well, he was always slightly agitated in the farthest corner of his mind. He'd been programmed since very early age to always be on the lookout for unseen threats. But this was something different. He'd never gone for such a lengthy period of time without doing something. Well, without killing anyone, to avoid beating around the bush. It made him jumpy in a way that he couldn't explain. He just needed to...expel some energy.
Finished fitting on his fingerless fighting gloves, Vincent took to punching the bag in front of him with fast, cutting strikes. One...one two....one....one two three....
((OOC: Looking for a fight for the sake of raising stats, but socialising is always more than welcome as well))
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