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================ De Omnibus Dubitandum ================
Cut loose like an animal,
Fired out like a cannonball...
Fired out like a cannonball...
"Another round? Come on I've got nothing else to do today!" the familiar sounding Scottish voice beckoned to his training partners, standing in the middle of the octagonal platform that made up about ninety percent of his spare time. Clad in only shorts and gloves, the Scotsman tugged on his long, sweaty beard as he let out a heavy sigh, a cheeky grin spreading across his well tenderised face as he then moved both hands to his forehead, pushing long strands of soaking hair out of his face and back over his head. His previous partner, Liam, scraped himself off the ground next to him with a groan followed by a laugh as his gloved hand slapped Luke across the back, in pain, but okay nonetheless. There were no contenders, and Luke gave up looking for a sparring partner after a while. He had already fought them all today, and after a while they would get bored of getting a beating and give up until next time, and with that he stepped out of the ring.
He wasn't the largest by far, still standing under six feet tall and weighing in at the lightweight division where many of his colleagues towered over him and had enough body mass to crush him if they sat on top of him for long enough. What he did have was dexterity; a certain intelligence and enough explosive power to damage his opponents when it mattered paired with a spider like control on the ground. He was trained by the best, and while he would never be the biggest, he was still in with a shout at being the best. He strode by all of his partners, a grin plastered across his bearded face as he made his way to the showers, a king in this gym, and as far as he cared...king of the world.
He emerged not five minutes later, fairly refreshed and clad in his usual casual wear, a loose fitting vest that hung from his figure like a cloak paired with dark jeans and brown leather shoes. His jacket, a lightweight black harrington, hung over his shoulder pinned in place by his right hand, his left motioned to his now separated gym goes in a wave of his tattooed arm before he made his way to the exit, feet near silent upon the soft floor underfoot until entered the Californian sunlight and the cold concrete of the outside world. A far cry from home with all it's rain, wind and misery, but still no more entertaining. Day to day life was still slow, but the people were nicer and the girls were prettier, and for the time being Luke would enjoy his "up" before he inevitably crashed in to another downer and hibernated for a bit. He took off in to an aimless wander, taking in his surroundings passively as he strolled without a care in the world..for today he was off work and in his own self-generated mania...
...for however long that would last.
He wasn't the largest by far, still standing under six feet tall and weighing in at the lightweight division where many of his colleagues towered over him and had enough body mass to crush him if they sat on top of him for long enough. What he did have was dexterity; a certain intelligence and enough explosive power to damage his opponents when it mattered paired with a spider like control on the ground. He was trained by the best, and while he would never be the biggest, he was still in with a shout at being the best. He strode by all of his partners, a grin plastered across his bearded face as he made his way to the showers, a king in this gym, and as far as he cared...king of the world.
He emerged not five minutes later, fairly refreshed and clad in his usual casual wear, a loose fitting vest that hung from his figure like a cloak paired with dark jeans and brown leather shoes. His jacket, a lightweight black harrington, hung over his shoulder pinned in place by his right hand, his left motioned to his now separated gym goes in a wave of his tattooed arm before he made his way to the exit, feet near silent upon the soft floor underfoot until entered the Californian sunlight and the cold concrete of the outside world. A far cry from home with all it's rain, wind and misery, but still no more entertaining. Day to day life was still slow, but the people were nicer and the girls were prettier, and for the time being Luke would enjoy his "up" before he inevitably crashed in to another downer and hibernated for a bit. He took off in to an aimless wander, taking in his surroundings passively as he strolled without a care in the world..for today he was off work and in his own self-generated mania...
...for however long that would last.
Got me high from a holy vein,
Crashed down in a hurricane...
Crashed down in a hurricane...
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Mental State: Mania
Location: Wandering around town..
Company: Nobody
