(no subject)
Back behind their place and across the path, it was all empty jungle. Their little part of the island was more populated now than when Ryan had first moved there, more than half a year ago now, but it was still quiet. That was the way he liked it.
Early on, he'd pieced together a makeshift punching bag - nothing all that great, constantly in need of repair, but it did the job. Early on, it'd had more of a job to do. Life since his arrival had grown more peaceful, more pleasant, and most of the time, he could even forget the secret he had learned at the start that had made everything that much more difficult. There was work on the building crew, too, to take up his time and his energy. With no projects lately, though, he'd wound up back where he'd been before, taking out excess aggression on what basically amounted to a bundle of cloth.
It wasn't perfect, but it'd do.
Strips of fabric wrapped around his hands, he struck the bag, focused and precise, at least to start. The clearing was isolated enough that he wasn't expecting interruptions.
Early on, he'd pieced together a makeshift punching bag - nothing all that great, constantly in need of repair, but it did the job. Early on, it'd had more of a job to do. Life since his arrival had grown more peaceful, more pleasant, and most of the time, he could even forget the secret he had learned at the start that had made everything that much more difficult. There was work on the building crew, too, to take up his time and his energy. With no projects lately, though, he'd wound up back where he'd been before, taking out excess aggression on what basically amounted to a bundle of cloth.
It wasn't perfect, but it'd do.
Strips of fabric wrapped around his hands, he struck the bag, focused and precise, at least to start. The clearing was isolated enough that he wasn't expecting interruptions.