the gym ; monday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

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. ;)]

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[abitlowkey]

"I think it may be dead," Loki said, taking a seat on one of the exercise machines that he would not be using, thank you.

[flickofthewrist]

"Huh?"

That...wasn't very articulate but he'd been so caught up in the bag that he'd missed Loki even coming into the gym.

"It could be deader."

How insightful.

[abitlowkey]

"I don't think that is possible," Loki said thoughtfully.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick stopped beating on the bag and glanced over at Loki. He wiped some sweat off his forehead with his arm.

"You offering to take its place?" he wondered.

[abitlowkey]

"You mistake me for my brother," Loki said, giving the bag a suspicious look. "I would rather talk than fight."

Though he was capable of stabbing something. And most likely running away shortly thereafter.

[flickofthewrist]

"You have a future in politics, then," Flick said, giving the bag a few half-hearted punches. He wasn't really into it at the moment. "You here to talk?"

[abitlowkey]

"Oh no, I was here to see what that poor bag did to earn your wrath."

[flickofthewrist]

"It's here," Flick said, taking a step back to catch his breath. "And there's no one else in the gym that I can beat on. Figured I could go out and find a fight but it's cold."

And he didn't want to deal with his own blood right now.

[abitlowkey]

Loki sighed at that. "Why search for a fight? I have never found them to be pleasant."

[flickofthewrist]

"Because I feel like hurting someone," Flick told him bluntly. He didn't know if that was his genes speaking or just him. He felt in control, though. "And I'm trying to curb that urge."

[abitlowkey]

"You can hurt someone without a fight," Loki remarked, looking at the bag. "Though I somehow I do not think that would interest you."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're right," he said and slammed a fist harshly into the bag. "I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, I don't want to smear them with stupid rumors, I want to hurt them physically."

[abitlowkey]

"A story holds quite a bit of power." Because he was the lie-smith, after all. "If told properly."

[flickofthewrist]

"You think some fairytale is going to hurt?" Flick asked, shooting a glare over at Loki. "Most people know that's fiction, Loki. Words don't leave scars. No reminders."

[abitlowkey]

"I am a Frost Giant from a magical land beyond this earthly plane," Loki replied slowly. "'Fairy tales' are a bit different for me."

[flickofthewrist]

"Congratulations," Flick said cynically. "I'm sure you have a lot of lovely stories to tell, Loki, but your way isn't gonna work for me. I don't wanna tell people stories."

[abitlowkey]

"You want to get into a needless fight."

[flickofthewrist]

"It wouldn't be needless if it made me feel better," Flick pointed out. "And fights do tend to make me feel full of daisies and sunshine."

[abitlowkey]

"Daisies and sunshine?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Sarcasm," he said, pushing the bag away and greeting it with a solid smack of knuckles against vinyl. That felt good. "A master of linguistics doesn't know that? I'm shocked."

[abitlowkey]

"Oh, I am well versed. I merely feel it to be a weak jab."

[flickofthewrist]

"And what wouldn't the mighty Loki find weak?" Flick asked, glancing over again. "Please, enlighten me."

[abitlowkey]

Loki sighed, hopping down to ever so helpfully hold the bag. He did so like it was something he needed gloves for.

The sacrifices he made!

"Thoughtfulness."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick rolled his eyes at the way Loki held the bag but started punch at it anyway since Loki was being so helpful and all!

"Thoughtfulness doesn't work in all situations," he told him after a moment. "Diplomacy is weak."

[abitlowkey]

Loki made a face. "You sound like my other brother. Though he is dead now."

Sorry, Tyr!

[flickofthewrist]

"Yeah? So is my younger brother," Flick said without thinking. He winced at that coming out and threw a vicious fist against the bag, feeling his whole arm throb with brief pain.

[abitlowkey]

"Is this a recent event?"

[flickofthewrist]

Flick considered not answering. He could just focus on the bag and hitting as hard as he could in an attempt to break the skin on his knuckles and even throw Loki off balance.

"No." He answered anyway. "Time doesn't make it any better, though."

[abitlowkey]

"I would think not," Loki replied, ducking to the other side, but not being knocked back. Sorry about that, Flick. He was still a god, diminished or not. "As few beyond where I am from return from death, I find."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." It wasn't an eloquent reply but Flick didn't give a damn. His focus was sliding back to beating the hell out of the inanimate object in front of him.

His hobbies weren't always that great. He tried to pull himself back, though, since he could feel his control slipping.

"Wouldn't do any good if he was still alive. Better off dead."

He didn't mean that but he was attempting to remain detached.

[abitlowkey]

"Wouldn't do much good?" Loki asked, tone light and itnerest peaked.

[flickofthewrist]

"World's still an awful place," he said, taking a breath. "Better off that he not see that."

It was vague but he didn't care. Jude being dead meant that he wasn't the one dealing with Mandel or his father or anyone else out for themselves.

[abitlowkey]

"All worlds are awful places," Loki replied, watching him now. "Though I would hope my brother not think me so weak should he be in your place."

[flickofthewrist]

"You think I think my brother is weak?" Flick asked, not giving anything away in his tone. He took a breath and stepped back from the bag, rubbing his hand.

[abitlowkey]

"If you believe him better off dead, yes."

[flickofthewrist]

...right.

Well, Flick was just going to circle around the bag now to get a better look at Loki. A more unobstructed view, if you'd like. He kept his distance for the moment but eyed the other boy, hands clenching.

It wasn't that Loki was wrong (he wasn't) but Flick couldn't realize that right now. His head was a mess, as it always was.

[abitlowkey]

"Something to think on," Loki said, darting past him with a pat on the arm. "Try not to bleed all over the gym, Flick."

[flickofthewrist]

Yeah, you were lucky there, Loki. Flick considered giving chase or just trying to tackle the other boy but he didn't.

He took a few breaths and rubbed his face. Well, that had almost been a loss of control. Mandel would have been so pleased.