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fandomhighdorms2014-01-01 11:56 am
flickofthewrist) wrote in fandomhighdorms2014-01-01 11:56 am
the gym ; wednesday afternoon
So, it was 2014.
Flick wasn't sure if that was true of his New York since time seemed to be be different there but here, at least, he'd made it through the year without dying. He considered that an accomplishment. Of course, it was probably cheating since he hadn't been in New York permanently for awhile which made it easier to stay alive.
Unfortunately, he was going to have to go back soon. He couldn't stay away too long without Mandel getting passive aggressively angry and threatening to an example of Androids and Ghosts. Flick didn't want to care but he did. And with the new information still inside and still eating at him, he knew he needed to go back and get more details soon.
He just didn't want to. What he wanted to do was be a coward and stay here, doing absolutely nothing but stealing things, eating food that didn't belong to him and sleeping. It was a good life but it was fake.
Today, Flick was going to spend a few hours doing something that made him feel a little less fake. He was just going to beat the hell out of the heavy bag. He wanted his muscles to ache and scream at him and he wanted his knuckles to redden up and nearly bruise.
That would keep him grounded. Ish.
[It's an open place and post. Just taking advantage of my day off.]
Flick wasn't sure if that was true of his New York since time seemed to be be different there but here, at least, he'd made it through the year without dying. He considered that an accomplishment. Of course, it was probably cheating since he hadn't been in New York permanently for awhile which made it easier to stay alive.
Unfortunately, he was going to have to go back soon. He couldn't stay away too long without Mandel getting passive aggressively angry and threatening to an example of Androids and Ghosts. Flick didn't want to care but he did. And with the new information still inside and still eating at him, he knew he needed to go back and get more details soon.
He just didn't want to. What he wanted to do was be a coward and stay here, doing absolutely nothing but stealing things, eating food that didn't belong to him and sleeping. It was a good life but it was fake.
Today, Flick was going to spend a few hours doing something that made him feel a little less fake. He was just going to beat the hell out of the heavy bag. He wanted his muscles to ache and scream at him and he wanted his knuckles to redden up and nearly bruise.
That would keep him grounded. Ish.
[It's an open place and post. Just taking advantage of my day off.]