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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 5:15:49 GMT -6
INT: PUNCH-OUT GYM
Since it could be remembered PUNCH-OUT GYM fostered children that had nowhere to go. The gym was built on the foundations of pillars of strength, responsibility and some degree of justice—using your fists to help not harm. For the evening though Jack was left in charge, they had closed hours ago and he was burning off steam.
Being at the university brought something out of Jack. However, something in that gym put those pieces back where they belonged. Beneath the pale sway of a piss poor beam of light, dramatically coned down over him, Jack found home. Digging the knuckles of his left hand into the punching bag, propelling it backward a little before it bounded back. Jabs were the corner stone of gauging distance in a fight, focused brown eyes narrowed. Across the middle of the punching bag were several rings of tape and they were his target; he came here often.
Not far from where he stood was the ring, and already he could hear the scuff of the proper boots across its face. Jack shuffled his feet, bobbing and weaving—cutting the distance between him and the ‘opponent’. Countering with a well-placed jab
In a world that seemed to pump out so much noise the sullen thumps of his fist against the canvas was reassuring. Why was he so fired up today? It was as if energy bolted against his nerves, a super charge, excessive amounts had to be burned off. How long had he been here? At least a few hours after close, switching to looking through the orange-ish glow of the HUD that displayed itself across his eyes.
10:45pm
Jack dropped in his right hand, teeth instinctively grit together, and the toes of his right foot planted firmly. Friction from his fist resonated a sickening crunch while he focused on punching beyond the bag and not the bag itself. Ultimately it was a heavy straight to the middle of the bag, power spiraled up from his toes and through his hips. Side-stepping it when it came down from the elevated arch. “I miss being in the ring.” Jack mused to himself, knowing Elizabeth full and well could hear.
‘I know.’ She whispered, he could see the smile on her face.
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Post by RILEY TUFF on Feb 18, 2014 17:03:52 GMT -6
To her, physical fitness was a top priority. Riley was extremely competitive and if she wanted to stay in peak condition for soccer club and other various activities, she would have to exercise regularly. And she made a point to do so. Biking, swimming, even plain old running were among the many activities she practiced to keep fit. However, on occasion, she would go for something a little different. Today was one of those days.
Truthfully, she just wanted an excuse to punch something. But that didn't make it any less of a workout. Riley had arrived at the Punch-Out Gym only an hour before it closed, and after two hours of rigorous battle with a canvas bag, she supposed she had worn out her welcome. She retreated to the showers to wash away the sweat and grime that had accumulated during her workout.
After a thorough wash, Riley twisted the knob, shutting off the shower head. To her surprise, with the sound of water no longer in her ears, she could hear the loud thumps of fists making contact with a punching bag. Someone else was still here? She quickly toweled dry and dressed in the spare set of clothes she had brought with, slinging the damp towel over her shoulder and exiting the showers.
Following the sound of combat, it did not take her long to find Jack. She watched him for a while, arms crossed as she admired his swift jabs and hefty punches. Finally, she stepped closer, though not so close that the swinging bag might strike her if he struck it too hard. "Not bad," she commented idly. "You almost look like you know what you're doing."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 21:56:33 GMT -6
Lazily Jack turned his head to the new occupant, the literal amount of care etched into his face, there was absolutely none. Brown eyes were half lidded, and his brow furrowed slightly. The miniscule change in his expression could only denote his surprise “How did you make it in here?” She was ballsy to criticize him, however, jumping to conclusions about ability has gotten him into trouble before. Jack would be careful in weighing his words, watching the girl cautiously. “I do what I can.” Replying after getting over the initial shock, he didn’t know how to perceive her,
Who was she? The system answered his own question for him ‘RILEY TUFF’ flashed over her head, blinking in pink neon; but he was sure he saw her here before. Now it was time to at least examine her wordlessly. Jack scratched his head as he walked over to her slowly, leaning forward at the waist. “Well Riley…”a ‘hmmm’ filled the dead air looking her over. This would be when he decided to make a smart remark but he was inspecting “...it looks like you aren’t too shabby either.” Perpetually awkward, what was he saying? Stroking his chin as he wound up back in front of her. There was a bit of a height difference—if this were a fighting game, hit-detection would be a problem due to size. However, he had an itch.
“I have decided!” he clapped his hands together, turning his head to the ring, again his mind drifted thinking about touching the canvas. Smiling just enough so that the edges of his mouth turned up. Jack walked closer to it, scooping up two pair of gloves with head-guards
‘With her of all people?’ Elizabeth chimed in. ‘She is little, I don’t know if she will be able to satiate your appetite, or craving.’
‘It will be fine…I’ve seen her here plenty of times. Plus I am pretty sure she knows what she is doing.’
He at least hoped she did, if she didn’t there would obviously be a problem. But he did vaguely remember her from previously being a walk in. She was in a league of her own then. Jack tossed the other pair of equipment at Riley, in hopes she would at least entertain his idea to spar. “You are being called up Princess. For what you may ask? To show me your moves.” Curiosity to find a new sparring partner overtook his need to sink fists into another person.
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Post by RILEY TUFF on Feb 23, 2014 4:02:57 GMT -6
He didn't seem surprised to see her. Riley crossed her arms, grinning at his question. "Same way you did. Walked in through the door." However, her smile quickly vanished as he walked over and leaned down to examine her, and her eyebrows shot up as he called her by name. What the hell? How did this guy know her name? And was he flirting with her?
"Excuse me? Do I know you?" She demanded, glaring up at him as he straightened up, hostility audible in her voice. His smile only proved to irritate her further. "Decided what?" She questioned angrily, though from the gear he had picked up, she could guess exactly what he had decided, and like hell she was going to give this guy the satisfaction of getting his ass handed to him by her.
She deftly caught the gloves and headpiece as he tossed them at her, and might have simply put them down and walked away had he not taunted her further. Now he was just asking for it. "Okay, tough guy, you obviously don't know who you're messing with," Riley growled, fitting the headguard onto her head and slipping on the gloves. She stomped over to the ring and hauled herself up, setting herself in one of the corners.
For a moment she felt a tremor of unease. Truthfully, she had never boxed before. Not seriously, at least. Punching canvas bags was one thing, but this? In a real ring, using actual gloves and protective gear? She supposed there was always a first time for everything. Riley rolled her shoulders and smirked down at her challenger.
"Get up here and put your fists where your mouth is. This princess is about to wreck you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 1:08:02 GMT -6
‘She’s fired up...’‘Is that what you wanted? Antagonizing a woman, for shame Jack.’ Elizabeth had a laugh, filing her nails in her OFFICE which consisted of a black space in the back of his mind. Legs crossed as a warm puff of air was blown over her handy work—like a skilled sculptor admiring the work. ‘What if she is too much for you to handle?’ words echoed faintly through his head. What if she was? ‘Nah, I can handle this one, look at her body langu—‘‘Never trust body language these days..’ Elizabeth just wanted to guard Jack, and possibly his ego. There were many facets of his personality that she worried about and his competitiveness was one of them. She was with him always, she drifted through his thoughts, and Elizabeth probably knew him better than himself; which could be dangerous. ‘Just be wary’ it was the last word of warning, at least before she watched from a spectators perspective. Jack patted the headgear into place, the gloves weren’t slipped on until he was stepping into the ring. Fingers were flexed to adjust to the feeling of being confined. Regardless of how comfortable he got, it didn’t change the claustrophobic feeling that crept up his spine. ‘Breath…breath…’ gloves were dreadful for him—the lack of feeling up until a glove sent an opponent to his knees was maddening. Before him though was the girl to which he couldn’t help but smile. The goal was to have fun, to bond with someone new. “Rules are simple. Five rounds, three minutes long and three knock downs per round.” Comfortably, arrogantly, and waiting because there was no way he would make the first move. Jack raised his hands up to guard his chin. Constantly bending toward the waist, then weaving to the side while inching forward. “Come on princess” Jack muttered under his breath. RILEY TUFF
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Post by RILEY TUFF on Mar 8, 2014 17:05:27 GMT -6
Whoever this guy was, he was taking his own sweet time about getting ready. Riley might have taunted him further had he not finally slipped on the headgear and climbed his way into the ring. Like him, she was grinning. She raised her hands as he put on the gloves, as much to cover her smile as it was to prepare for the fight. She was already enjoying the thrill of this new experience, but the last thing she needed was for him to know she felt anything other than satisfaction at the thought of beating him.
When he mentioned the rules, Riley's grin faltered, but only for a moment. Wait, there were rules? Of course there were rules; why had she expected any less? Every organized sport had rules. And they seemed simple enough, anyways. "So in other words," she said with a smirk, "I've only got fifteen minutes to knock you on your ass. In that case I'd better make every minute count!"
Riley watched him for a moment as he weaved around. Her own movements were less practiced and more instinctive than anything as she slowly brought herself within striking range. After a moment more she brought her left arm swinging toward him. She intentionally swung just short, her right arm arcing up just as her left pulled back. She was sure there was some technical term for it-- a left feint and an uppercut, maybe?-- but as far as she was concerned, learning the actual sport could come later. For now, she was just enjoying the opportunity to expend her energy on an actual person instead of a canvas bag.
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