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...]
Video;Private
You played Volley Ball with me... Helped me when I didn't know what to do I- [She pauses before continuing.] You knew what I was going to remember but you let me make that choice.
Clay... I can't believe you're a bad person but please tell me why. Why did you do it?
[Her voice is stronger but soft as if it's taking all of her control to keep herself from falling apart.]
Video;Private
I'm not a good person, Airy. I don't deserve your friendship, or your concern, or even one fuck you might give.
[He takes a breath.]
Because I was ordered to, and I couldn't say no.
Video;Private
To bad because I do care about you and even if you don't want it, you have my friendship.
[Airy is determined not to cry.]
I'm sorry.
Video;Private
....just. Don't. Not that.
[Please.]
Video;Private
[Her voice begins to tremble but she pauses to regain her composure.]
That's why I'm sorry and why I'll still be your friend.
Video;Private
Goodbye, Airy. Don't call me again. Forget my number. I won't bug you anymore, either.
Video;Private
[Before he can say anything else she flicks off the phone. There is something nice about being able to get the last word and yet the moment the phone slips from her fingers the crushing reality sets in.]