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fandomhighdorms2013-11-25 11:13 am
flickofthewrist) wrote in fandomhighdorms2013-11-25 11:13 am
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the gym ; monday afternoon
It didn't look like too much time had passed when Flick's portal finally dumped him on the island. He hadn't wanted to leave, not with Joi at Mandel Academy, but he also hadn't had a choice. He had to play along, keep Mandel happy to keep Joi safe. Still, leaving like that felt awful. It meant Gwendolyn had free reign (though he figured Mandel would keep her in check) and it meant Joi was facing the Wolves without backup.
This time, at least, he was coming back with less injuries. Sure, there was a light bandage on his arm from where Gwendolyn had gouged him with her fingernails but that was about it. He'd come back with a few extra book too, courtesy of his second load of classes. These books probably weren't going to do any good here but he figured he'd do some reading, get ahead of the class and show why he was the Dux.
Everything from home left him feeling pretty pent up, restless and angry. He'd woken up that way this morning in New York and it hadn't gone away. He'd been so sure he would have ripped Mandel apart if he'd seen him earlier and he hadn't. That feeling was still there, that blood lust that worried him and made him wonder about his DNA. Was he in control? Was he just a slave to his own genes?
He didn't know but he knew what he could try to do. He could make his way to the gym and he could start beating a heavy bag until his knuckles bled (not there yet). He could push Jude out of his mind since his brother had been wrong and he could forget Joi and the vulnerability and danger he'd exposed her too. Right now, he just wanted to beat something or someone and the heavy bag was a crappy substitute but it was there so he was going with it for lack of anything better.
Flick would make due.
[Open place, open post. Talk to Flick or use the gym or whatever you'd like. I think my spammage is done. Maybe. ;)]
This time, at least, he was coming back with less injuries. Sure, there was a light bandage on his arm from where Gwendolyn had gouged him with her fingernails but that was about it. He'd come back with a few extra book too, courtesy of his second load of classes. These books probably weren't going to do any good here but he figured he'd do some reading, get ahead of the class and show why he was the Dux.
Everything from home left him feeling pretty pent up, restless and angry. He'd woken up that way this morning in New York and it hadn't gone away. He'd been so sure he would have ripped Mandel apart if he'd seen him earlier and he hadn't. That feeling was still there, that blood lust that worried him and made him wonder about his DNA. Was he in control? Was he just a slave to his own genes?
He didn't know but he knew what he could try to do. He could make his way to the gym and he could start beating a heavy bag until his knuckles bled (not there yet). He could push Jude out of his mind since his brother had been wrong and he could forget Joi and the vulnerability and danger he'd exposed her too. Right now, he just wanted to beat something or someone and the heavy bag was a crappy substitute but it was there so he was going with it for lack of anything better.
Flick would make due.
[Open place, open post. Talk to Flick or use the gym or whatever you'd like. I think my spammage is done. Maybe. ;)]