Of course Jameshad been eager to join in the challenge. It was a pohysicalchallenge no less -- not the sort where he might grace the world with his mqagical singing voice but they still got to se his roguish good looks, and that was enough -- especially knowing his You Tube channel subscribers might know him if they saw, and that was always good publicity.
When the day came, James sauntered to the course with the gait of a man well used to showboating -- the man knew eyes might be on him sometime, even if it was only the judges, and a toothy smile was flashed as he quickly limbered up.
iT PROBABLY HELPED AS THE MAN LAUNCHED HIMSELF, MUSDCLES GLEXING AND MOVING AS HE LAUNCHED FOR THE FLOATING STEPS. tHEY WEREN'T IMPOSSIBLE, NOT REALLY -- THE MAN WAS ALMOSTY DANCING ACROSS, BUT IT WAS IMPERFECT -- THAT IRKED jAMES, MOSTLY BECAUSE HE KNEW HE COULD DO SO MUCH BETTER (AFTER ALL WHAT ATTRACTIVE, HEALTHY, FIT MAN WOULDN'T HE ASKED HIMSELF), BUT HE MOVED REGARDLESS, WORKING HIS WAY ACROSS LIKE A WIGGLEWORM. rEGARDLESS, THE LACK OF PERFECTION RATHER STRESSED HIM. hE NEEDED TO FOCUS HERE -- BUT AS HE HIT THE bIG dIPPER, HIS FOCUS WAS SHOT AS HE MOVED THROUGH. tHIS TOO, WAS TRICKY, BUT THE MAN WASN'T TERRIBLY WORRIED -- MERELY ANNOYED. hOW HAD HE FAILED? hOW HAD -- AND HE NEARLY FELL, HISSING BEFORE CATCHING HIMSELF AS HE MIGRATED TO THE NEXT PORTION.
It wasn't going uop that got him, not really. James smirked, managiung to show off with a neat flip in midair before coming down....
Nearly missing the first trapeze with his hands. Instead, he caught it whjen his right foot hit, the trapeze spinning wildly as it tangled with his foot and he felt his ankle twist unpleasantly, the man witholding a yelp as he used the momentum to half free himself, half swin for the nexst in what turned into the worst show of athletic he'd ever been part of since trying to climb the hellrope in elementary school, the man grimacing even as he moved on to the blocks. For him, he was trying to regain focus, if barely evading water.
James was rather frustrated, even diusgruntled as he moved along through the blocks with a dour expression, the cool cockiness earlier gone. And how could he fail, who did he look like, some n00b? Seriously? Seriously? Hisankle made it no easier to keep moving -- not that it was broken, but it felt like he pulled something. The man struggled on, grumbling, but thankfully was back in form and grumbled as he began work on Spin Cycle, still ruminating. He fouled up. That hurt -- but less fun; the man was making an a** of himself, and that irritated him to no end. He was at least focusing better, but he also had to comfort himself withknowing that he had some painkiller in his bag. No brace, but he was too aw4esome, anyhow. So, the man huffed, moving as the spin cyclke, well, ended, and he rubbed his face. How was his time? Was it good? It had to-- and then he saw the wall and paused.
"Oh. What. The. Hell." James grumbled to himself, and the man rubbed his face, grimacing to himself as he moved for it, studying it a moment. Did they need to climb this abomination against them all? Really? Climb? .... God damnit. James huffed, mentally reminded of the devil's rope as he began to scale the wall, wincing. Everything hurt. His arms less so, but his legs? Goddamn did they hate him, ankle in particular screaming profanity to him as he migrated up carefully, wincing as he grumbled, slowly making his way up. This was it. He was going to fall. He was so sone failing and-- aaand his hand reached over the side, pulling him topside and led him for the finish, the man panting as he rubbed his face.
It certainly wasn't an EASY run, but he done did it. He freaking did it.
Now he could go get water, manage his ankle, report time, and try not to keep over.
Skye Starrfyre
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