(Untitled)

Sep 02, 2011 16:25

Alex has hit that awkward stage in life where he's too restless to hang around his room all the time anymore, but he's not sure he can handle going home yet (as much as he misses Jack). So, rather than lie around and be depressed or whatever, he's found a place outside where someone set up a punching bag ( Read more... )

teja, elrond, alex rider

Leave a comment

Comments 41

manic_vyv September 2 2011, 20:46:26 UTC
Vyvyan wanders over to the adjacent punching bag, and gives it an experimental poke with his finger.

The bag rips and falls off.

"Brilliant!"

Reply

v_accidentprone September 2 2011, 20:52:16 UTC
It takes Alex a moment to come out of his concentration and realize someone else is there. "What?"

Reply

manic_vyv September 2 2011, 20:54:54 UTC
"I wonder if it'll explode if I set it on fire."

Reply

v_accidentprone September 2 2011, 21:01:53 UTC
He just kind of. Stares.

"Probably not."

He's pretty sure it wouldn't cause an actual explosion. Burn, maybe, but not explode. Mr. Smithers would know for sure.

Reply


ostro_goth September 2 2011, 20:50:11 UTC
"I knew not that boys from your age were still taught to fight, in a manner that works," remarks a tall, pale, dark-haired man in black medieval clothes.

He's exercising with a long-shafted axe, not far from the punching bag.

Reply

v_accidentprone September 2 2011, 20:53:21 UTC
"You wouldn't think," he agrees cryptically, before landing another solid hit on the bag. It feels good, exercising and working out some of his frustrations physically. He should have done this earlier.

Reply

ostro_goth September 2 2011, 20:57:51 UTC
"Indeed not," the axe-man says. "Your time, I take it, values different skills."

Reply

v_accidentprone September 2 2011, 21:02:38 UTC
Just what he's always wanted to talk about. "Some people do."

Reply


starrydome September 3 2011, 20:05:45 UTC
A little way away from where Alex is standing, Elrond is putting his things down. He's brought a solid-looking staff and laid it to one side while he gets ready to practice.

His robe is folded carefully and put aside, next to his boots and stockings. He removes his inner tunic as well. No sense in getting it sweaty.

Then he ties his hair back, picks up the staff, stands still and focuses.

And then - "Swooooosh!". A quick stroke through the air. A half-step back. Repeat.

Not as fun as sparring with Glorfindel of course but invigorating none the less.

Reply


Leave a comment

Up