Clayton Young (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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genessia2016-08-13 11:13 pm
alittlebitofhell) wrote in genessia2016-08-13 11:13 pm
Entry tags:
Accidental Video/Action
Accidental Video;
[The communicator's video function seems to have turned on as the device fell to the floor, as the angle is a bit skewed and the camera is slightly obscured by what appears to be a mixture of sand and straw. A growled breath is heard as Clay, in jeans but no shirt, his hands wrapped but un-gloved, grunts with the effort of hanging a large punching bag from the ceiling in what looks like one of the sparring rooms in Sand Gym.
And then he starts at the new bag. One punch, another, another, the strength of his blows rising has his face twists in a snarl of something like rage. He cries out, or maybe it's more of a roar, as his thundering punches reach a crescendo, and the air around his pounding fists seems to waver like hot asphalt after a rain. The new punching bag is torn open, ripped from its ceiling mount, and flies across the room to explode into it's packing against the wall.
He exhales through clenched teeth and moves to the side wall to get a new bag. He doesn't seem to have noticed the communicator.]
Action;
[Clay is destroying punching bags in a sparring room at Sand Gym anywhere from 6:30pm until closing time. Anyone is free to join him, but he's not the best of company right now...]
[The communicator's video function seems to have turned on as the device fell to the floor, as the angle is a bit skewed and the camera is slightly obscured by what appears to be a mixture of sand and straw. A growled breath is heard as Clay, in jeans but no shirt, his hands wrapped but un-gloved, grunts with the effort of hanging a large punching bag from the ceiling in what looks like one of the sparring rooms in Sand Gym.
And then he starts at the new bag. One punch, another, another, the strength of his blows rising has his face twists in a snarl of something like rage. He cries out, or maybe it's more of a roar, as his thundering punches reach a crescendo, and the air around his pounding fists seems to waver like hot asphalt after a rain. The new punching bag is torn open, ripped from its ceiling mount, and flies across the room to explode into it's packing against the wall.
He exhales through clenched teeth and moves to the side wall to get a new bag. He doesn't seem to have noticed the communicator.]
Action;
[Clay is destroying punching bags in a sparring room at Sand Gym anywhere from 6:30pm until closing time. Anyone is free to join him, but he's not the best of company right now...]
Action;
Glad that isn't me.
[He looks over at Clay.]
This is about the text... want someone who will punch back?
Action;
[He moves to the side wall to get another bag, noting off-handedly that he's starting to run low, not that he cares.]
I don't...know what I want, brother.
[Except he does.]
Action;
[He looks at the damaged bags on the floor.]
If you didn't know what you wanted then why are you here beating up sand?
[Toby knows his friend better than that. Clay has always kept his cool and never stayed with a single girl. Somethings different and it's clear that his friend can't handle it.]
Action;
[He breathes a sigh, taking a seat on one of the as-yet unharmed punching bags currently laying on it's side.]
I hate being confused.
Action;
Do you like her?
[He's asked this question once before.]
Action;
Yeah.
[And that's all he says for a moment.]
I was gonna go talk to her, too. Like you said, but I didn't. I didn't know what to say, you know? I don't do this shit. And then...I saw her talking to this other guy, on the Network, right? Pissed me off, but...who am I to tell her who to spend her time with? That was a couple days ago. Then...then she texted me, like I was a new option, and....and I lost it.
Action;
You can still tell her. All you have to do is tell her exactly what you just told me.
[He knows nothing about this girl and can only give Clay limited advice.]
Action;
Everybody saw this, brother. She already thinks I'm pathetic.
Action;
[He shrugs.]
She could have missed it. [Toby did.]
Action;
Not everybody lives under a rock.
Action;
[Toby doesn't actually sound upset.]
Doesn't mean that she thinks hat though.
Action;
Action;
[His tone is even and direct.]
You won't know her answer until you ask.
Action;
[His tone and expression are deadpan.]
I mean, that's what you did with Cas, right?
Action;
[He had apologized but Cas was the one who walked around the counter.]
I presented her an opening to talk to me.
...
In person.
Action;
I was going to...you know. I mean...I thought about it. What you said.
Action;
[Toby's of the opinion that his friend should be happy. If this girl is taken by someone else then steal her away. Though that might be the werewolf side of him thinking.]
You can still tell her.
Action;
Me blowing her off.
Action;
[Toby really doubts it.]
Action;
It doesn't matter either way. I told her I wasn't on the menu anymore.
Action;
[His voice is calm when he points this out wondering what the hell Clay had been thinking.]
Action;
[Because that explains everything.]
Action;
[Before you get more pissed.]
Action;
[He shrugs.]
Action;
Action;
Action;
Action;
Action; (We can sorta fade this out ifyou think its done)
Action; (that's fine)