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the gym ; tuesday afternoon
Tuesday, October 29th, 2013 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flickofthewristIt was possibly too soon to be in the gym, doing anything that might put unnecessary stress on his leg and arm but Flick didn't care. He'd spent a week doing nothing at all that might aggravate injuries and that was enough for him. He'd had a successful night last night and had been able to stash a good chunk of money away for things he'd need in the future. He'd ignored Mandel's email for another day while he figured out what to say and how to say it.
He took a few minutes to stretch, something he didn't typically do, just to loosen up muscles that might have tightened up with inactivity. His arm ached briefly but otherwise, that felt fine. His leg still wasn't great but he didn't need his leg to punch and that's all he intended to do for the moment.
He was going bare knuckles again, slamming flesh against padding and enjoying the satisfying sound he made when his fists connected with the heavy bag. Mr. Wilson might have beaten him but he wasn't broken. They needed another strategy if they wanted to teach him a lesson. Physical pain wasn't something that he minded all that much. It was a familiar burden, something he'd lived with for years.
Mandel would need to find a better way to teach him a lesson because all he'd learned was that Mandel kept a lot of goons on his payroll and that he was dumb enough to think a beating was going to make him fall in line. It was laughable.
Flick focused on the heavy bag and ignoring the steadily growing ache in his arm and the continued throbbing in his leg. He'd deal with that later.
[Open place, open post. Talk to Flick or use the gym for your own means.]
He took a few minutes to stretch, something he didn't typically do, just to loosen up muscles that might have tightened up with inactivity. His arm ached briefly but otherwise, that felt fine. His leg still wasn't great but he didn't need his leg to punch and that's all he intended to do for the moment.
He was going bare knuckles again, slamming flesh against padding and enjoying the satisfying sound he made when his fists connected with the heavy bag. Mr. Wilson might have beaten him but he wasn't broken. They needed another strategy if they wanted to teach him a lesson. Physical pain wasn't something that he minded all that much. It was a familiar burden, something he'd lived with for years.
Mandel would need to find a better way to teach him a lesson because all he'd learned was that Mandel kept a lot of goons on his payroll and that he was dumb enough to think a beating was going to make him fall in line. It was laughable.
Flick focused on the heavy bag and ignoring the steadily growing ache in his arm and the continued throbbing in his leg. He'd deal with that later.
[Open place, open post. Talk to Flick or use the gym for your own means.]
