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Post by michael on Jun 10, 2013 16:29:21 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] surviving doesn't mean your living Michael walked into the campuses large gymnasium with the intent of getting in a good work out before anyone else showed up he'd had another bad night that had been filled with nightmares and restlessness and he needed to work off the pent up emotions that he had bottled up from his nightmares and his arrival here and the people he'd seen and spoken to. He walked to his locker and unlocked it and pulled out his gloves he used when he was working out which were really just motorcycle gloves.
He changed into more comfortable clothes before heading over to the equipment area and stopping by the punching bag and sliding on his gloves and punching the back repeatedly as he tried to force out the images that were flashing in his mind. He blocked everything out and focused on attacking the punching bag as hard as he could trying to get rid of the images in his head and trying to release all the emotions he had pent up from his first few days here at Appleberry Crest. He knew that to other people he'd look like a crazed guy who was beating the shit out of a poor punching bag but to him it was a therapy method to help him heal.
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Post by Bea van der Meer on Jun 10, 2013 17:23:21 GMT -6
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Senseless Denial,
We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more
The words rang through her head as Ingrid walked briskly down to the gym, "You need to channel your anger into a more constructive outlet." Bullshit. What she needed was a mother who was still a live and a father who didn't constantly ship her from therapist to therapist, rehab center to rehab center. She should have been used to it by now, but every time another boring psychologist in a stuffy tweed blazer with horn rimmed glasses told her she "needed to channel her anger into a more constructive outlet" she literally became nauseous.
The kick boxing wasn't so bad, it was better than the time her father signed her up for competitive cheerleading. At least she could channel her anger or whatever. Still in jeans, she slipped into a bathroom stall and put on a tank top over her sports bra and running shorts. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror above the sink. Her eyes were bloodshot from the drugs she'd smoked earlier, but other than that she was just a normal looking preppy boarding school girl. Except for the scars. Normally she hated exposing her scars to the outside world, but there was something about the lighting in the gym that made them look almost... pretty. She walked lightly into the gym and her heart sank when she saw another person at the punching bags.
"Sorry to disrupt, but is it cool if I'm in here?" Ingrid asked the guy.
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Post by michael on Jun 11, 2013 7:03:15 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] WORDS 000 TAGS Ingrid NOTES New Template! ❝ M ichael whipped around hands up and ready to strike who ever had approached him with a small and startled gasp. He stood there in a complete defensive stance his chest was heaving as he took in huge breaths to calm himself for a few moments as he tried to steady his breathing and his nerves before he relaxed slightly and said, "Sure, Go ahead I don't mind" He wiped a gloved over his face and through his hair as he struggled to bring his heart rate down he hadn't noticed the girl coming at all usually he would pick up on someone's entrance immediately but for some reason he didn't he figured he'd been so absorbed in beating the living hell out of the punching bag to notice but he had a clear side view of the entrance from where he'd been standing so he should have noticed her before she spoke to him.
Michael looked at the girl a little more closely and noted she looked a little bit disappointed probably because he was here he was a bit deterred by her arrival because he usually trained by himself but he didn't mind some company every once in a while usually his company was his uncle who had been the one to teach him self defense and get him into using a punching bag as a way to release his emotions. At the thought of his uncle Michael couldn't help but grin because he'd gotten an email from his uncle the night before saying that he was coming to Appleberry to teach Self-defense classes which meant Michael could see him almost whenever he wanted and he could ask his uncle for advice about his nightmares and get in some more self-defense training.
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