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Jonathan 'Flick' Brennan ([personal profile] flickofthewrist) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2015-02-20 09:00 am
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the gym; friday morning

Once again, Flick had woken up feeling like a ball of energy. By his calculations, the island had been running rampant with this crap for nearly a week so wasn't it supposed to be over? Nevertheless, it wasn't like he could cure so it so he was just in the 'deal with it' phase now.

That meant going to the gym. That meant immediately going to the heavy bag and beating it on it with bare knuckles. When he'd been sick, he hadn't been able to do this so now that he wasn't sick and was feeling motivated and full of energy, he was going to take advantage and try and work out some of the restlessness while he was at it.

A part of him thought maybe he should change up his gym routine but another part of him knew he'd get bored if he tried basketball, knew that he wasn't good with swords and knives, and knew that running would just bore him.

So, beating the heavy it was!

[Open. Just getting a few last posts in before sex pollen expires]
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flickofthewrist: (hero of the day)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-21 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then, I have no idea what sparring is," he admitted with a shake of his head. "I thought we were sparring. I did."
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Sugar and ice.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-21 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's still good practice," she said, after a moment of quiet. "But when I spar with my brothers, I know we're not actually trying to hurt each other."
flickofthewrist: (smooth dancer)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-21 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jesus Christ, you think I was trying to hurt you?" He felt sick and swallowed thickly. "I -- "

He tried to take a step back.

"I should go."
seveninchmotto: ([neg] Self-doubt is a killer.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-21 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabelle tried to keep a hold on his shoulders for the moment. She'd let go if he tried to pull away again, though.

"I don't know what else a kick to the knee would accomplish," she said. "But it's not just you. I know I get too serious about it. I don't want to hurt you but my instincts say I should."
flickofthewrist: (tears from the river)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-21 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because I'm fucked in the head," he said and tried to pull away again. "I'm sorry. We shouldn't spar again. Ever."

Because now he felt sick and felt like his father. He blamed no one but himself.
seveninchmotto: ([neg] No good.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-21 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabelle --

Okay, the narrative lied, because she didn't let go of his shoulder. She looked much sadder now than how she'd looked when he'd mistaken her sadness for pity.

"Baby, where are you going?"
flickofthewrist: (kashmir)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-21 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, just away," he told her, still trying to shake loose. "Because I was trying to hurt you and I can't stand that. I need to get away. I need to go."
seveninchmotto: ([neg] Oh great another one.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-21 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"And the fact that I was trying to hurt you doesn't factor into anything?"

She sounded a little pleading.
flickofthewrist: (cowboy)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-21 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not if your father wasn't anything like mine!" Flick almost shouted, sounding a little pained.
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Bossing you around.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-21 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"My father is a bastard who cheated on my mother years ago and is only now finally divorcing her," Isabelle replied, a little tightly but calmly other than that. "You're not like your father, not even a little bit."
flickofthewrist: (broken spinning wheel)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-21 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," Flick said, covering his face with both his hands and wincing. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
seveninchmotto: ([neg] No good.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-21 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Baby, I'm sorry." She was really wishing she hadn't opened her mouth at all, today. "I'm going to teach you how to spar for fun and we're going to work through this crap, but right now, I think you need a break. Can I take you somewhere?"

Even if it was just to her room.
flickofthewrist: (in the middle of the night)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-22 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, okay," Flick murmured, still rubbing a hand over his face. "Let's go somewhere that isn't here."
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Fairytale.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-22 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait for just a second."

She pulled away from him, but only so she could go grab her knives.
flickofthewrist: (communication breakdown)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-22 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Flick took a deep breath and stayed where he was, knuckles red and welts rising on his neck and cheek. He blinked a few times and tried to ignore the insidious whispers in his head about how terrible a person he was.
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Intent watching.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2015-02-22 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
There were welts on his neck and cheek that had come from her, and she'd nearly wrenched his elbow out of its socket. Maybe in a while she'd make him see that and consider it as meaningful.

But for now, she got her knives, and then she came back and took one of his hands in hers.

"Come on."

Up to her room, where they could at least shut everything else out for a while.
flickofthewrist: (hush)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2015-02-22 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Flick sighed and followed without a word. He clung to her hand and hung his head and walked quietly.
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