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Who: Takamura and YOU!
What: Exploring the city/Coming across his Place of Solace
Where: Everywhere/Place of Solace
When:Nov. 10/ Day
Warnings: None
[He'd spent a day going over all the information he'd been given in relation to why he was here, where he was, and the usage of his PORTAL. Now though, he felt he needed to get out of that apartment and really get a feel for this new city. And there was no better way he could think to do this than to just get out there and see what he could for himself. Waking up early, he'd have a small breakfast and be lacing up his running shoes shortly before sunrise. Remembering the rules associated with the time of day, he had a mask that looked like a bear which covered his face. After a quick stretch to warm up his legs, he started jogging down the street. In times of stress, it'd always helped him to fall back on old habits picked up thanks to the old man. Habits he'd picked up thanks to boxing.
Every couple hundred yards, he'd stop and do a bit of shadow boxing, weaving his body to dodge the punches of some unseen opponent before countering. At least his body still felt the same. He could feel the familiar tautness of his muscles as he threw each punch. That was still the same. No matter where in the world you were, A fist was still a fist and a punch could cross all language barriers. He was feeling better already.]
(OOC: After a couple replies there will be a subthread for when he finds his Place of Solace should someone wish to be there when he does.))
What: Exploring the city/Coming across his Place of Solace
Where: Everywhere/Place of Solace
When:Nov. 10/ Day
Warnings: None
[He'd spent a day going over all the information he'd been given in relation to why he was here, where he was, and the usage of his PORTAL. Now though, he felt he needed to get out of that apartment and really get a feel for this new city. And there was no better way he could think to do this than to just get out there and see what he could for himself. Waking up early, he'd have a small breakfast and be lacing up his running shoes shortly before sunrise. Remembering the rules associated with the time of day, he had a mask that looked like a bear which covered his face. After a quick stretch to warm up his legs, he started jogging down the street. In times of stress, it'd always helped him to fall back on old habits picked up thanks to the old man. Habits he'd picked up thanks to boxing.
Every couple hundred yards, he'd stop and do a bit of shadow boxing, weaving his body to dodge the punches of some unseen opponent before countering. At least his body still felt the same. He could feel the familiar tautness of his muscles as he threw each punch. That was still the same. No matter where in the world you were, A fist was still a fist and a punch could cross all language barriers. He was feeling better already.]
(OOC: After a couple replies there will be a subthread for when he finds his Place of Solace should someone wish to be there when he does.))