the gym; wednesday morning

[flickofthewrist]

Even when he had classes, Flick still had a lot of time during the week to do just about anything he wanted. With no classes now, he had even more time. He wasn't quite to the point of not knowing what to do with himself but he'd probably get close in due time.

Right now, he was going to fill up a few hours by going down to the gym. He'd been having some rough spots in this particular area for awhile but it still gave him something to do, something to get his body into motion and keep himself in shape. Of course, he immediately wanted to fall back into old habits as soon as he stepped into the gym.

But, he ignored those for now. Instead, he grabbed a jump rope and warmed up with that before tossing it aside and walking over to the heavy bag. He pushed it a few times before settling into a slow and easy rhythm.

Hopefully he'd be able to control that for awhile.

[Open place & post]

The Roof [Wednesday afternoon]

[traded4an-oz.livejournal.com]

Jesse had been here for four full days now, and he still wasn't sure what to think. He'd called his parents when he'd gotten in (mostly because he didn't want them coming here to figure out what happened to him) and they'd sounded fine and normal, if a little stiff. (Which -- well, things were going to be awkward for awhile when you make the choice to send your eldest child to military school against his will, even if that wasn't how things had actually turned out.) But so far he'd encountered an invisible teacher (who never explained how he could do that, by the way, and Jesse really wanted to know), he'd seen the famed pink pony across the way at the picnic, and somehow the radio station here knew everything he did.

Which was why maybe bringing a joint up to the roof wasn't a great idea, but he had no classes today (which was kind of the best part of this school -- two classes a week was so far away from what he'd expected that this was basically a vacation) and he really, really needed to unwind the best way he knew how. And, frankly, his roommate was way too adorable (and he'd deny that he thought so to anyone who asked, but she was) and he really didn't want to field questions from Alluka about why the room kind of smelled like a skunk or something.

So, he found his way up to the roof. And Jesse, who hailed from a time when they didn't make you take your shoes off at the airport, had brought one of his pre-rolled joints from home, and stuffed the rest of his stash under his mattress. Now he was leaning against the ledge, looking out towards the ocean -- maybe he'd go to the beach later. That was an idea.

[open post is open, though I'll be a little SP-y after about 4 EDT! The fact that he is smoking, period, is totally for broadcast. The contents of what he's smoking is NFB, please. :)]