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[sirnyxalot]

Who: Nyx Ulric and Brock Rumlow
Where: Rumlow's boxing gym
When: Ehhhhhhh 31st/1st ish? Whenever people aren't sick anymore.
What: Nyx is haunted by returning memories and needs a distraction.
Warnings: None at the moment.
[Closed to Rumlow]



[It's almost a novelty to be able to use his arm again. When he woke up he thought he'd always be working around dead nerves and a tingling rush that sometimes burned through whatever was still alive, but somehow after being healed by Jack...he can feel it again. Didn't do much for the scars, unfortunately, but those he can live with. The memories he got back at the same time? Not so much.

He's trying not to think about it right now, but the details he does have keep running circles in his mind.

It's pretty clear he has too much free time, so he makes his way to a gym he remembers having seen a few times on his trips through the town. It's a win-win situation. Give himself a physical distraction to focus on, and relearn how to use a limb that's been near useless for the last month.

The building he walks into looks very little like the training room he remembers from home, and he falters for a moment, fighting with a lingering familiarity that he's coming to associate with this town and the knowledge that it's all wrong.]

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[comesfrompain]

[Laughing, Rumlow nods his head towards his office. Seems he's sold it pretty well. Nyx is probably the type to enjoy the focus, if he's already used to fighting. There's peace in it, oddly enough. He steps away as Nyx moves toward the bag, letting him hit it as he wants.]

Good shot. You got potential, just gotta hone it. But yeah, we can sign you up in the office. Just a little bit of paperwork, waivers, that sorta thing.

[He'll come and wipe off the bag while Nyx fills it out. He leads him towards a door to a sectioned off portion of the gym in the corner, opening it and heading around his desk to pull open a drawer. He sets the papers and a pen atop the desk in front of the chair opposite.]

Go ahead and fill that out, I'm gonna do some tidying real quick. Gimme a shout if you got any questions.

[Snatching up a bottle at the edge of the desk and a paper towel, Rumlow heads back out of the office to the bag, spraying the towel to wipe off any blood that might have been left over on the bag.]

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx sits down with the form and has to smile a little. It's entirely different, but it reminds him of filling out his enlistment forms, another trickle of memory that wasn't so much lost as probably left aside until this moment.

He's sure signing up for a gym membership isn't anywhere close to joining a militia, but considering all the ex-military in this town? Who knows?

Actually filling out the form is another matter. He gets about halfway through before coming across a problem. Rather than shouting, he gets up and waits in the doorway for him.]

They never gave me a job. I don't have anything for the fee.

[comesfrompain]

[They never gave him a job. Hm. Rumlow turns to look at Nyx. A certain level of awareness there, he notes. They as if someone else is in control of his life rather than him being a regular resident. Interesting.]

You want a job? [Rumlow asks, lips twitching into a smile.] You're gonna be lifting weights anyway, why not get paid to put 'em back when slobs leave 'em on the floor?

[See? He's generous. An employee and a client. All in one. Come on Nyx, it's a good deal.]

I can train you on your off hours.