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pineslog2017-05-17 02:54 pm
comesfrompain) wrote in pineslog2017-05-17 02:54 pm
tell me i'm evil [open]
Who: Brock Rumlow & you!
Where: Around town, Crossbones Boxing
When: 05.15-05.31
What: Just hanging out with thiscool old dude. Or whatever!
Warnings: Language. More will be added as needed.
gym.
With doors wide open in invitation, a handful of people can be seen inside the gym. Some getting their own workout in, lifting weights, hitting bags, one seated and wrapping their hands. Near the back stands Rumlow, watching someone hitting one of the heavy bags. His expression serious, calculating, observing as each hit lands. Every so often, he'll give praise, or a correction to his student. A few minutes later, he glances up at the clock on the wall, claps his student on the back and tells them to cool off.
He meanders after, looking between the other patrons and giving them a few choice tips here and there before he heads into his office. The door remains open, and he seems to be going over some paperwork. His expression is disengaged, preoccupied with other thoughts. Either that or reading on paper is incredibly tedious, being used to the glare of a backlit computer. He'll shift between one paper and the next after a while. It doesn't seem like he would mind a visitor.
Probably because he's bored and checking over the contracts and making sure everyone is up to date on their bills is supremely dull. He is really considering hiring someone to do this for him, because while it's within his means, it's shit he really would rather pay someone else to do. Especially so he can focus on coaching. Or spending inordinate amounts of time working out to prevent his mind from wandering to the multitude of thoughts that plague him.
Coaching steals his focus better. It's impersonal and physical enough to keep his troubling memories at bay.
edge of town.
Some days of the week, Rumlow can be found running along the edge of the woods and through the less trafficked roads in town. Jogging along, he'll keep to himself, going around or cutting away from any others that might be in his path. Primarily he keeps to the outskirts, pace slow and built more for endurance than speed. Every so often, he'll slow his pace and do a little shadow boxing, as if to shove away the mundanity of cardio.
Rumlow wishes he had music to listen to, but jogging plus CD players equals skipping and that shit is even more annoying than silence. Plus, apparently earbuds haven't been invented yet here or whatever, and like Hell he's gonna wear over-ear headphones when he's running. Fashion fucking disaster. If you're quick enough or manage to get his attention, he's like to stop.
wildcard.
[ooc: your choice! feel free to plurk me if you have ideas!]
Where: Around town, Crossbones Boxing
When: 05.15-05.31
What: Just hanging out with this
Warnings: Language. More will be added as needed.
gym.
With doors wide open in invitation, a handful of people can be seen inside the gym. Some getting their own workout in, lifting weights, hitting bags, one seated and wrapping their hands. Near the back stands Rumlow, watching someone hitting one of the heavy bags. His expression serious, calculating, observing as each hit lands. Every so often, he'll give praise, or a correction to his student. A few minutes later, he glances up at the clock on the wall, claps his student on the back and tells them to cool off.
He meanders after, looking between the other patrons and giving them a few choice tips here and there before he heads into his office. The door remains open, and he seems to be going over some paperwork. His expression is disengaged, preoccupied with other thoughts. Either that or reading on paper is incredibly tedious, being used to the glare of a backlit computer. He'll shift between one paper and the next after a while. It doesn't seem like he would mind a visitor.
Probably because he's bored and checking over the contracts and making sure everyone is up to date on their bills is supremely dull. He is really considering hiring someone to do this for him, because while it's within his means, it's shit he really would rather pay someone else to do. Especially so he can focus on coaching. Or spending inordinate amounts of time working out to prevent his mind from wandering to the multitude of thoughts that plague him.
Coaching steals his focus better. It's impersonal and physical enough to keep his troubling memories at bay.
edge of town.
Some days of the week, Rumlow can be found running along the edge of the woods and through the less trafficked roads in town. Jogging along, he'll keep to himself, going around or cutting away from any others that might be in his path. Primarily he keeps to the outskirts, pace slow and built more for endurance than speed. Every so often, he'll slow his pace and do a little shadow boxing, as if to shove away the mundanity of cardio.
Rumlow wishes he had music to listen to, but jogging plus CD players equals skipping and that shit is even more annoying than silence. Plus, apparently earbuds haven't been invented yet here or whatever, and like Hell he's gonna wear over-ear headphones when he's running. Fashion fucking disaster. If you're quick enough or manage to get his attention, he's like to stop.
wildcard.
[ooc: your choice! feel free to plurk me if you have ideas!]
edge of town .. i didn't know what i'd find when i went looking for a reason
Instead, he gives the cameras and his wife a convincing lie. He's going running this morning.
His own little reconnaissance mission.
He's never been a runner. He's never needed to be. He's an eternal stud. He chooses more whimsical selections from his Pines' self's wardrobe. There are some things he likes about his PInes self, just on principle. He can respect a man who sports two silly owls.
Damon also kept his portable CD player at home, but, he wouldn't be caught dead with a disadvantage like that. He has working ears. He'd like to use him.
He's not expecting another person to be there when he drops down to a light jog. Running in place, he watches a man he doesn't recognize box the air from the back. Well, it's a good thing he looks like this, isn't it. Picking his run up again, he jogs closer, vague memories clearing up, mostly ones involving 'I've seen this guy,' but nothing that establishes something fake. He prefers that. As personable as Damon can be, he can't see a reason to stop the stranger, so he runs past him at a slightly faster speed, that Rumlow could easily catch up if he needed. He just thinks the boxer should know he isn't alone.
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Stepping up his speed, Rumlow weaves around him, alongside long enough to give him a look. He pushes past, giving them about a body's length in space. Rumlow isn't gonna be so much of a dick that he's directly in front, still hanging off to the side, giving him room to pass if he's gonna play along. If he does, it'll probably turn into a sprint, but Hell, it's good exercise all the same. Better to work on stamina really.
It kind of defeats the point of passive reconnaissance, but frankly, he hasn't spotted much new in the past few days. He can afford to skip one. Rumlow could use a distraction anyway.]
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He hears Rumlow picking up speed and anticipates the pass. Are they racing now? Well, with people like Kal and Jiaying around, it could behoove Damon to play along, see if the boxer has any other skills that might stand out. Like speed. Damon doesn't dip into vampire speed, but he does pick up his own pace, catching up to Rumlow. He gives a glance askance, acknowledging him, before increasing his speed and pushing past. If he wants a test of speed and endurance, he'll get it.
This did seem like a 'challenge accepted' moment.
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And speaking of which. It's on. (Apparently.) As booty-shorts pulls ahead of him, Rumlow starts to push just as he begins to pass. He catches up, running alongside him and giving him a brief look, a little amusement in the upward twitch of his lips. He keeps pace, gauging just how competitive the guy is. If he pulls past again, Rumlow will do the same, if not, they'll stay neck to neck until Rumlow decides to put his sprint on.]