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After last week's truthful phone call, Crowe's daring to venture outside again. He really hates wasting the nice summer weather, after all. So it's time to get back to life as usual in Mayfield. As usual as it ever gets, anyway.
A) How does Crowe vent frustration? SPORTS! Well, in this case, martial arts practice. Crowe's been training religiously in Mayfield in his long stint here, and has had a few different trainers. Today, he'll be teaching the boxing equipment a lesson it'll never forget, complete with some yelling as he throws some punches and kicks. Who knew Crowe had it in him? That meek personality hides a fierce fighter underneath. He tries to go to the rec center just as it opens, hoping there will be less people for him to bother with all the noise. But there's bound to be some other early birds there, right? Maybe some who want to see what's going on, or maybe even spar.
B) Later that day, exhausted from his workout, Crowe heads to his usual hangout, the park. He's working at a picnic table in the shade, and in front of him lies his dozens of newly-developed photos. Crowe takes pictures of all non-droned people in town, and has been doing so for months. He's looking through the new ones, pictures spread out on the table that anyone passing by could see. You might be in there, or someone you know. He has his old albums there with him too, and is sorting them all away. His iPhone is sitting on the bench next to him, quietly playing music. Some of the older ones he flips through, looking over the ones of his now droned friends sadly. Once in awhile, a breeze picks a photo or two up, and he has to chase after. Maybe it blows your way?
Tucked away in one of the albums is also a piece of paper that you might find him looking over. Ciel gave it to him months ago, and he's still trying to figure out what it could mean.
A) How does Crowe vent frustration? SPORTS! Well, in this case, martial arts practice. Crowe's been training religiously in Mayfield in his long stint here, and has had a few different trainers. Today, he'll be teaching the boxing equipment a lesson it'll never forget, complete with some yelling as he throws some punches and kicks. Who knew Crowe had it in him? That meek personality hides a fierce fighter underneath. He tries to go to the rec center just as it opens, hoping there will be less people for him to bother with all the noise. But there's bound to be some other early birds there, right? Maybe some who want to see what's going on, or maybe even spar.
B) Later that day, exhausted from his workout, Crowe heads to his usual hangout, the park. He's working at a picnic table in the shade, and in front of him lies his dozens of newly-developed photos. Crowe takes pictures of all non-droned people in town, and has been doing so for months. He's looking through the new ones, pictures spread out on the table that anyone passing by could see. You might be in there, or someone you know. He has his old albums there with him too, and is sorting them all away. His iPhone is sitting on the bench next to him, quietly playing music. Some of the older ones he flips through, looking over the ones of his now droned friends sadly. Once in awhile, a breeze picks a photo or two up, and he has to chase after. Maybe it blows your way?
Tucked away in one of the albums is also a piece of paper that you might find him looking over. Ciel gave it to him months ago, and he's still trying to figure out what it could mean.
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Date: 2011-07-31 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 02:54 pm (UTC)[Lucas will stand a little awkwardly and shuffle before raising his fists a bit.]
Like this, then...?
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Date: 2011-08-02 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-02 02:29 am (UTC)I never really thought about any of this that much before... Is this better?
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Date: 2011-08-02 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-02 03:01 am (UTC)Hiyah.
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Date: 2011-08-02 02:15 pm (UTC)[He demonstrates again, throwing a fast punch and letting out a kihap when he does.]
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Date: 2011-08-02 02:21 pm (UTC)Yah!
...I never know what sound to put in front. 'Yah' sounds kind of silly. Maybe 'hah'...
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Date: 2011-08-03 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-03 03:51 am (UTC)[His next attempt is more reasonable, though. A few sparks even fly out from his fist when he thrusts it out.]
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Date: 2011-08-04 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-08-04 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-05 01:51 am (UTC)[The flash of pseudo-electricity returns to his fingers as he zaps himself with it briefly.]
...Maybe a little more than a little bit. I was never strong enough to fight directly, so I used tricks like this. I'm guessing Mr. Garviel wouldn't approve.
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Date: 2011-08-06 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-07 12:29 am (UTC)I think part of the reason I started slacking is because fighting like this never seems to work against them...
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Date: 2011-08-07 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-08 01:15 am (UTC)I'm just not very fond of hitting anything at all. I guess it's necessary, though. ...Maybe I could give them pig masks to put on...
[Lucas follows this up with a slow spin and a strong kick from his other leg. Duster had taught him that one.]
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Date: 2011-08-08 02:08 am (UTC)Ah, you seem to work well with the kicks. Maybe tae kwon do would be good for you too, eh?
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Date: 2011-08-08 02:11 am (UTC)Is that what tae kwon do is about?
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Date: 2011-08-08 02:46 am (UTC)[Crowe gets back into stance, and throws a few kicks as he speaks.]
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Date: 2011-08-08 02:53 am (UTC)My friend at home was lame in one leg, so he could only really fight with the other. He said that since he was unbalanced, it threw people off.
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