Clayton Young (
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genessia2016-08-13 11:13 pm
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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...]
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The array of destroyed punching bags, if I had to fathom a guess. [ he frowns. ] As well as your glowering. Might I ask what troubles you so that you would aim your aggression in my direction?
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But this emotion was one he wasn't prepared for, one he hadn't even asked for, and he didn't even know how to explain, or really have the capacity to wrap his mind around it himself. He didn't have a right to be angry, he had no claim on Crystal, she was free do to whatever with whomever she wished, and yet there was a very large part of Clay who hated that, and that hatred right now had a face. Savir's.
He took a step closer the taller man, cat or otherwise, and narrowed his eyes, his breathing harsh but controlled. His voice was quiet when he spoke, and he did his best not to clench his teeth as he did so.]
You know Crystal.
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I do. What of it?
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It used to be simple. He was a monster. All he could do was hurt things, and then there'd been Paris, and that light in Crystal's eyes, and for a brief, shining moment, Clay had thought that maybe he could do more than hurt people in terrible ways.
He'd been wrong. He felt his anger ebbing and he took a long, slow breath, letting it out slowly.]
Nothing. Nothing at all.
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[At least not directly. He runs a hand back through his hair, then begins to strip the bindings from his hands. To spite wrapping his knuckles, it's clear they took a beating. He might be able to temporarily enhance his strength with telekinesis, but that doesn't protect him from the force of the blows.]
Look. We have to work together, right?
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So far as I am aware. [ and...? ]
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Look. Yeah. I'm pissed, but it's not with you. I'm the one who was wrong. I'll deal with it. We're cool.
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[And then he looks up at the guy.] Why are you here, anyway?
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...right. [He takes a breath.]
What were you saying about a more lively partner?
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I should probably clean this place up.