Well, so much for any kind of training Flick had had previously when it came to fighting. That was all out the window today. It was amazing what anger and moodiness did for one's self control. He didn't want to be precise and efficient. He just wanted to punch ( Read more... )

Even when he had classes, Flick still had a lot of time during the week to do just about anything he wanted. With no classes now, he had even more time. He wasn't quite to the point of not knowing what to do with himself but he'd probably get close in due time ( Read more... )

Flick hadn't been in the gym much since the last time. There'd been a lot going on that had mentally and physically stressed him so the gym had been a second or third thought. Plus, he had some issues from the last time he'd been in the gym ( Read more... )

Once again, Flick had woken up feeling like a ball of energy. By his calculations, the island had been running rampant with this crap for nearly a week so wasn't it supposed to be over? Nevertheless, it wasn't like he could cure so it so he was just in the 'deal with it' phase now ( Read more... )

Yesterday's kissing game had... helped. A bit. But today the itch was back - and worse than before! Which meant Minako was in the gym, trying to burn off some of the nervous energy before she went out and did that other hobby of hers which involved adrenaline.

She'd shrugged into her uniform, and now had an entire basket full of volleyballs at ( Read more... )

Earlier, Flick had woken up, taken the medicine he'd been prescribed a few days ago for his ulcer and gone back to sleep. It seemed the easiest way to avoid feeling like he was full of pent up energy. Sadly, he'd had to wake up eventually to go to class ( Read more... )

Cassandra had been combing through books on magic and the island itself for days. No solution had presented itself, and it was starting to get on her nerves. So she had decided to pick up her training again so at least she wouldn't be falling behind while she was trapped here ( Read more... )

After a long weekend, Flick felt like the gym was a necessity. After how said long weekend had gone, it had become imperative. He'd been in there each day and today was no different. Wasn't like he had anything else to do today, was it? Maybe it was good that he was down there since he'd just gotten progressively moodier as each day passed ( Read more... )

Last weekend about this time, Flick had been someone else who enjoyed the simple things in life like blood, torture, fighting, and destruction. Flick remembered those things acutely even if he'd gotten better at realizing it hadn't really been him. Still, they weren't great things to have suddenly pop up and tease you with ( Read more... )

A notice had been sent out to the student body informing them that, if they wanted to be in the Homecoming parade, they should meet in the gym to rehearse and assemble the floats.

Alana was the lucky StuCo representative who got to lug paper mache, crepe paper, chicken wire, and other float supplies to the gym for the meeting. (And glitter. So ( Read more... )