Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 12:58:49 GMT -8
The gym was busy, it was the norm being a station filled with many people who lived and worked there. There were a few people running round the track, some on the treadmill and bikes. But as far as the punchbag area went, Carlos seemed to be the only taker, something that he wished would change. He could use a sparring partner right now but since he was currently lacked said person, the canvas bag before him had to suffice. The bag stood almost still as he laid into it with only a hint of visible indication of what he was currently feeling. The German's punches were rhythmic and held a consistency, broken slightly in his pattern by an emotional flair.
It had been a slow day but a day that had left him feeling worse for wear. he had come down here to relieve some of that pent up bad feeling or Carlos knew he would take it out on others, he couldn't have that happen. He was clad in jogging bottoms and a short-sleeved shirt that had MACO written on the back in big black military print. Carlos was not a man of quick change, he would only change if he really had to or was forced to with good reason. As a result, he always screamed military, especially with his haircut.
The canvas bag hardly moved as he laid into it, his mind rolling over the letter he had received back home. Ethan was back in hospital again and all his parents had told him was that it was severe but stable and that he shouldn't worry too much. Carlos shook his head, grunted and his fist thudded neatly into the bag. Of course he was going to worry, Ethan was his kid brother and there was nothing Carlos would not do for him. Still, there was little he could do from all the way across the galaxy apart from sending his love and hope.
It hadn't helped that his mug of coffee had been knocked over on the floor. It was one of his many rules, one shared by other friends in the MACO Corps. Never mess with a Marine's coffee... if you want to live. In a perfect world, the young man would have cleaned it up under the retired Marine's watch. But it wasn't and he hadn't gotten round to mopping yet, not that he could be blamed much. He and Ethan were close.
He rolled his shoulders, "You got to get better Ethan."
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It had been a slow day but a day that had left him feeling worse for wear. he had come down here to relieve some of that pent up bad feeling or Carlos knew he would take it out on others, he couldn't have that happen. He was clad in jogging bottoms and a short-sleeved shirt that had MACO written on the back in big black military print. Carlos was not a man of quick change, he would only change if he really had to or was forced to with good reason. As a result, he always screamed military, especially with his haircut.
The canvas bag hardly moved as he laid into it, his mind rolling over the letter he had received back home. Ethan was back in hospital again and all his parents had told him was that it was severe but stable and that he shouldn't worry too much. Carlos shook his head, grunted and his fist thudded neatly into the bag. Of course he was going to worry, Ethan was his kid brother and there was nothing Carlos would not do for him. Still, there was little he could do from all the way across the galaxy apart from sending his love and hope.
It hadn't helped that his mug of coffee had been knocked over on the floor. It was one of his many rules, one shared by other friends in the MACO Corps. Never mess with a Marine's coffee... if you want to live. In a perfect world, the young man would have cleaned it up under the retired Marine's watch. But it wasn't and he hadn't gotten round to mopping yet, not that he could be blamed much. He and Ethan were close.
He rolled his shoulders, "You got to get better Ethan."
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