Class Is In Session (Mnem)
Feb 27, 2015 18:36:46 GMT -6
Post by Shadow on Feb 27, 2015 18:36:46 GMT -6
The bright glow of fluorescent lights filled the room, shining off the metal of various work out machines and weights on opposite ends of the room. In the center, a ring that anyone would swear had come straight out of a wrestling match. To the left of the ring, a few heavy bags hung from the ceiling. Had anyone walked into the building, the first thing that would hit them would be the amount of equipment. Although the place was small and set up like a traditional gym for training, it still did well among those who studied martial arts or one of the forms of boxing. Against the far wall was the door to the locker rooms, slowly opening with the form of a young man stepping out of it. His hair was a soft, beach blonde even in the harsh light, complementing his sapphire blue eyes gently as they swept across the room. His build was athletic, completely obvious that he took pride in his shape. However, the clothes he wore were more for movement and comfort than style. Sporting black sweatpants and a black tank, he casually walked over to the punching bags. Once before his target, he paused. His gaze once again sweeping the area before settling on the window.
A faint flicker of movement from the other side of the glass had caught his attention. Though it was most likely a wild animal or a simple passerby, there was always a reason to be on edge. For a moment longer, he let his stare stay focused on the darkening outside world, safe in the light of the gym. Outside, the world grew dark, casting the city in a haze of shadows and midnight blues. Stars studded the outside sky like crystals in velvet, giving the earth below a moment of ethereal peace. It was a shame that peace held no interest for many.
Turning from the window, Grant forced his focus back to the punching bag in front of him. He raised his fists in a standard fighting stance and unleashed a barrage of jabs before hitting the bag hard enough to rattle the chain that held it. Even now, he felt weak. Drained of his usual anger, he had nothing. Not right now anyway. There wasn't even anything remotely amusing as of late and he'd already stirred enough trouble that he'd gotten some of the lovely Titan ladies searching for him. Even if their reasoning was to throw him in jail, it was always a good laugh to see the look on their faces. As Grant considered his current predicament, his thoughts flickered onto the fact the H.I.V.E. had failed in their attempt to make him stronger. All it took was the thought of the H.I.V.E,'s failure for him to get angry and lash out at the bag, the end result being an impression of the bag in the wall.
The room was silent, save for each breath he took. Breaking the silence was the sound of a door closing from somewhere behind him, followed shortly after by footsteps. Each footstep drew closer to the main area of the gym where Grant was. After few seconds of counting the footsteps to calm himself, Grant turned to face the source of the noise just as the door to the room opened. The first words out of his mouth being somewhat neutral while holding the typical tone of someone who knows something the newb doesn't.
"The place closes in an hour."
A faint flicker of movement from the other side of the glass had caught his attention. Though it was most likely a wild animal or a simple passerby, there was always a reason to be on edge. For a moment longer, he let his stare stay focused on the darkening outside world, safe in the light of the gym. Outside, the world grew dark, casting the city in a haze of shadows and midnight blues. Stars studded the outside sky like crystals in velvet, giving the earth below a moment of ethereal peace. It was a shame that peace held no interest for many.
Turning from the window, Grant forced his focus back to the punching bag in front of him. He raised his fists in a standard fighting stance and unleashed a barrage of jabs before hitting the bag hard enough to rattle the chain that held it. Even now, he felt weak. Drained of his usual anger, he had nothing. Not right now anyway. There wasn't even anything remotely amusing as of late and he'd already stirred enough trouble that he'd gotten some of the lovely Titan ladies searching for him. Even if their reasoning was to throw him in jail, it was always a good laugh to see the look on their faces. As Grant considered his current predicament, his thoughts flickered onto the fact the H.I.V.E. had failed in their attempt to make him stronger. All it took was the thought of the H.I.V.E,'s failure for him to get angry and lash out at the bag, the end result being an impression of the bag in the wall.
The room was silent, save for each breath he took. Breaking the silence was the sound of a door closing from somewhere behind him, followed shortly after by footsteps. Each footstep drew closer to the main area of the gym where Grant was. After few seconds of counting the footsteps to calm himself, Grant turned to face the source of the noise just as the door to the room opened. The first words out of his mouth being somewhat neutral while holding the typical tone of someone who knows something the newb doesn't.
"The place closes in an hour."