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Post by Onzy on Mar 12, 2011 20:23:30 GMT
Max wound the bandages around his hands at the usual tension. Flexing his finger's he made sure that he still had a blood flow to them. He threw his bag into the locker and slammed the door shut. Leaving the locker room, he watched as the students did their work out's. Pulling off the hoodie, he revealed his toned body and watched as a few girls still stared at him. He growled at them, and carried on walking towards the punching bag. He didn't know if he was angry or annoyed, or what, but he knew it had something to do with the fact that his mother had emailed him saying that he was needed at home immediately. Max knew that his uncle had received the same message, but stated in better tones. Already he had decided that he wasn't going to go. Obviously there was something going on that he didn't want to be a part of. That was where he refused, cause last time he had left suddenly, it nearly caused the death of him. Stuff family he growled sharply.
Warming up sufficiently, he started hitting the battered bag with a force. Never mind his gloveless state, he wanted to feel the sting as he put out all his anger and frustration into an inanimate object. Upper cutting the bag at a somewhat sharper angle, he felt a small searing pain that did not come from a normal punch. His muscle shirt was soaked through with sweat, and his shorts clung to him. Inspecting his hands, he found that he had managed to bruise his knuckle on his left hand, and if he was correct, managed to crack it as well. Rather than stopping, he went to the treadmills, and started running, the satisfaction not as complete as hitting something.
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Post by Sync on Mar 13, 2011 13:48:10 GMT
 The three made their way inside from the pitch in comfortable silence, they'd had rugby practice. Kian's mind was on Bella, as usual. Jonah's on Wes, nothing strange there. Ieuan's? Ieuan's attention kept flittering between many different things. They all seemed to lead back to Max though. His brow furrowed a little, now unwilling to go change and leave the sports center. His step faltered, and his company turned to look at him, their expressions questioning. "You two go ahead. I've got something to do." he muttered in a distracted fashion. His eyes kept straying to the gym, something up there was pulling him toward it. Kian and Jonah exchanged glances and shrugged their shoulders. Then there was a chorus of 'S'laters' and they were disappearing into the changing room. Ieuan stood still for a little while longer, staring at the closed door, before turning and heading toward the doors to the gym.
As Ieuan pushed his way into the gym, the reason he'd come here was apparent. Max was on the treadmill, and the air surrounded him warned Ieuan of his bad mood. Never one to back away though, this didn't deter him. He didn't move into the room any further though, just leaned on the door frame and watched his boyfriend. He hadn't seen Max in a while, in fact last time was when Ieuan was getting his ass thoroughly kicked by Clary. Since that incident, Ieuan had been in the martial arts studio again and again. Clary was teaching him a little of everything, and now he could at least keep up with her for a little while. He was yet to beat her though, but that day would come. Soon he hoped too. Leaving his mind again, his attention returned to Max. Ieuan pondered what on earth could have gotten him so worked up. Fed up with the silence, he decided to break it. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" he asked, a slight smirk gracing his lips. He pushed himself away from the door frame and sauntered closer to Max. He still kept a little distance, knowing that the anger would be taken out on him. It always was. Ieuan suppressed a sigh. He knew he did exactly the same thing. |
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Post by Onzy on Mar 13, 2011 14:18:50 GMT
Max was in his own world. Nothing could easily have distracted him, and nothing would. Inside he was fuming, and wished nothing more than to return to the punching bag, but already his hand was throbbing painfully and turning an ugly shade of blue. The only thing preventing it from swelling was the bandage. He knew that it mean't a trip to the hospital where he was now becoming a frequent visitor. His breaths came out in short huffs, his legs burning, protesting against the exertion. Slowing down the sprint, he jumped at the voice close to him. Losing focus he ended up on his backside, and let out a string of profanities.
Ieuan! he half shouted, not quite managing as he was still trying to catch his breath. Now, alongside his hand he had a very sore butt and shot daggers at his loved one. More like I woke up fine and everything has gotten progressively worse, he said darkly, getting up and grabbing his towel. He was drenched in sweat, and wanted nothing more than a shower, but he knew that as soon as he entered the locker room people would zero in on the conversation.
Pausing for a few minutes longer as he drank water and splashed it on himself, he knew that Ieuan would be looking for an answer from him. Mom wants me back home. As in immediately he said, desperately needing an outlet for something. Talking was a good start.
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