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Who: Dynamo, Open
When: After school and kendo practice (3/24)
Where: At the school parking lot.
What: Someone's actually not feeling too well.
Finished
Kendo practice... was as usual, boring to him. For some reason, he knew the drill, he held off and stayed defensive to read everyone's moves beforehand... though the sport itself didn't seem to satisfy him. He'd hang in there for a bit longer.
Dy had gathered his things, and decided it best to simply head home. As usual, he ignored the remaining students and made his way out of the building. Though the more he walked, the more his ankle and knees began to ache. There was also a slight headache developing, but he could always ignore those.
What he didn't want anyone to see is how he had to use the wall of the building as support for the time being. He had spent so much time idly shooting hoops at rediculous angles as a child, and studying that he began to curse himself for not being more active as he grew up. A heavy sigh escaped him as he waited for the aching sensation to leave his legs.
He'd have to work some more on ignoring the pain that plagued him, and act like nothing was wrong.
When: After school and kendo practice (3/24)
Where: At the school parking lot.
What: Someone's actually not feeling too well.
Finished
Kendo practice... was as usual, boring to him. For some reason, he knew the drill, he held off and stayed defensive to read everyone's moves beforehand... though the sport itself didn't seem to satisfy him. He'd hang in there for a bit longer.
Dy had gathered his things, and decided it best to simply head home. As usual, he ignored the remaining students and made his way out of the building. Though the more he walked, the more his ankle and knees began to ache. There was also a slight headache developing, but he could always ignore those.
What he didn't want anyone to see is how he had to use the wall of the building as support for the time being. He had spent so much time idly shooting hoops at rediculous angles as a child, and studying that he began to curse himself for not being more active as he grew up. A heavy sigh escaped him as he waited for the aching sensation to leave his legs.
He'd have to work some more on ignoring the pain that plagued him, and act like nothing was wrong.