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milliways_bar2012-11-15 11:15 pm
boston_bruiser) wrote in milliways_bar2012-11-15 11:15 pm
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Voodoo’s back.
He’s been back for a couple of days by Bar’s reckoning, but you wouldn’t have seen him come in. As a matter of fact, you wouldn’t have seen him at all before now. He made sure of that.
He doesn’t remember much of the Overworld assault. He likes it that way, if only because he doesn’t like recalling what little he does remember. Far as he’s concerned, whatever’s left to do is in Freeman’s hands.
But. He’s back in-Bar, he’s still on active duty back home, and he needs to burn off some energy. And it’s Tuesday.
Time for Fucking Fifties.
Fifty handstand pushups, a hundred jumping lunges, fifty mountain climbers, fifty one-legged side hops, fifty eight-count bodybuilders, fifty one-legged squats, and fifty pullups, repeated five times through. He’s in the gym, working his way through it.
He was feeling lazy today, so he’s barefoot and clad only in a pair of faded sweatpants.
Rage Against the Machine’s on the stereo. The mun wouldn’t be surprised if it could be heard Bar-wide – Voodoo’s always liked his music loud.
That…thing, whatever the hell it was – it’s gone now, long gone.
And that’s just the way John likes it.
He’d be back in his own world right now, but he’s reluctant to leave without Jim and Kate, and even more reluctant to face the Marshal on his own. Lawman or no, John ain’t trusting the man as far as he can throw him until he’s got a feel for his character.
He’s taking a walk out by the lake, pausing every so often to take in the scenery.
The Camelephants are in five days, now. Bolin’s technique is solid, and so is Mako’s, but Hasook is still the same apathetic waterbender he was two days ago, still the same weak link.
It frustrates Mako to no end. And when Mako is frustrated, he trains.
Those who venture out back might see him practicing some firebending forms by the lake in a style that resembles a curious mishmash of Northern Shaolin and Western boxing. Really, though, you’d have to pull your eyes away from the flames billowing around him to make the distinction.
Come say hi. He won’t bite.
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He’s been back for a couple of days by Bar’s reckoning, but you wouldn’t have seen him come in. As a matter of fact, you wouldn’t have seen him at all before now. He made sure of that.
He doesn’t remember much of the Overworld assault. He likes it that way, if only because he doesn’t like recalling what little he does remember. Far as he’s concerned, whatever’s left to do is in Freeman’s hands.
But. He’s back in-Bar, he’s still on active duty back home, and he needs to burn off some energy. And it’s Tuesday.
Time for Fucking Fifties.
Fifty handstand pushups, a hundred jumping lunges, fifty mountain climbers, fifty one-legged side hops, fifty eight-count bodybuilders, fifty one-legged squats, and fifty pullups, repeated five times through. He’s in the gym, working his way through it.
He was feeling lazy today, so he’s barefoot and clad only in a pair of faded sweatpants.
Rage Against the Machine’s on the stereo. The mun wouldn’t be surprised if it could be heard Bar-wide – Voodoo’s always liked his music loud.
That…thing, whatever the hell it was – it’s gone now, long gone.
And that’s just the way John likes it.
He’d be back in his own world right now, but he’s reluctant to leave without Jim and Kate, and even more reluctant to face the Marshal on his own. Lawman or no, John ain’t trusting the man as far as he can throw him until he’s got a feel for his character.
He’s taking a walk out by the lake, pausing every so often to take in the scenery.
The Camelephants are in five days, now. Bolin’s technique is solid, and so is Mako’s, but Hasook is still the same apathetic waterbender he was two days ago, still the same weak link.
It frustrates Mako to no end. And when Mako is frustrated, he trains.
Those who venture out back might see him practicing some firebending forms by the lake in a style that resembles a curious mishmash of Northern Shaolin and Western boxing. Really, though, you’d have to pull your eyes away from the flames billowing around him to make the distinction.
Come say hi. He won’t bite.
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Bumi's are beginning to? Voodoo's been cackling like a madman.