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ataraxionlogs2013-12-20 04:48 pm
daringwaistcoats) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-12-20 04:48 pm
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CHARACTERS: Bahorel and you!
LOCATION: Gymnasium.
WARNINGS: N/A!
SUMMARY: Some post-pillow fight training, because someone got so owned one night and it wasawesome a little pitiful. Time for some extra pointers, Y/Y?
NOTES: Everyone's welcome! :D
FOR EVERYONE
[Bahorel can be seen working on a full-length punching bag with more strength than finesse. As more of a street/pub brawler than a trained fighter of the sort, he is far more inclined toward a rougher, more unpredictable sort of style.
Yet he appears to be doing well enough, albeit against a stationary target, and has certainly worked up a decent sweat by the time anyone stumbles upon him.
He has made a routine of visiting the gym as of late, spurred on by that wretched month of sleeplessness and the emotional drain that followed closely thereafter. So anyone who has ever passed or joined him in the gym will recognize him as That Guy who was always there, working to release varying levels of pent-up frustrations.
In the last week, however, Bahorel has been in especially high spirits, no more so than he is today. There is sheer joy in his punches, pure enthusiasm in his kicks, and a wild sort of ecstasy with his elbows and knees.
Perhaps now he is actually approachable for once? It certainly would not hurt to try, after all, and the pile of pillows that he has nearby is a bit curious of a sight indeed.]
FOR COMBEFERRE & OTHER AMIS
[Today being the first sparring practice since their pillow duel, Bahorel is in an especially good mood as he awaits Combeferre's arrival. He had left that battle unscathed, even while Courfeyrac's blow to his chest had connected solidly, even though the dandy had struggled valiantly when he had picked him up and unceremoniously deposited him outside Jehan's room, followed shortly by Combeferre, his glasses, and their raunchy teen romance novel, in that order. Bahorel finds himself whistling merrily in remembrance of that fantastic night.
Chocolate truffles, champagne and wine (for the two friends had not been able to decide which they'd preferred, so why restrict themselves, they'd thought!), and plenty of storytelling and laughing to make up for the months they had missed with one another, in Bahorel's absence and in their siblings' quarrel.
It had been especially entertaining to see the dawning understanding and vague confusion on Combeferre and Courfeyrac's faces when they had seen the pair suddenly on such kindly terms, as neither Jehan nor Bahorel had had chance or especial reason to inform either prior to that moment of retaliation.
But all was mended between the friends at last, and Bahorel could not be more happy to be and see his friends alive.]
LOCATION: Gymnasium.
WARNINGS: N/A!
SUMMARY: Some post-pillow fight training, because someone got so owned one night and it was
NOTES: Everyone's welcome! :D
FOR EVERYONE
[Bahorel can be seen working on a full-length punching bag with more strength than finesse. As more of a street/pub brawler than a trained fighter of the sort, he is far more inclined toward a rougher, more unpredictable sort of style.
Yet he appears to be doing well enough, albeit against a stationary target, and has certainly worked up a decent sweat by the time anyone stumbles upon him.
He has made a routine of visiting the gym as of late, spurred on by that wretched month of sleeplessness and the emotional drain that followed closely thereafter. So anyone who has ever passed or joined him in the gym will recognize him as That Guy who was always there, working to release varying levels of pent-up frustrations.
In the last week, however, Bahorel has been in especially high spirits, no more so than he is today. There is sheer joy in his punches, pure enthusiasm in his kicks, and a wild sort of ecstasy with his elbows and knees.
Perhaps now he is actually approachable for once? It certainly would not hurt to try, after all, and the pile of pillows that he has nearby is a bit curious of a sight indeed.]
FOR COMBEFERRE & OTHER AMIS
[Today being the first sparring practice since their pillow duel, Bahorel is in an especially good mood as he awaits Combeferre's arrival. He had left that battle unscathed, even while Courfeyrac's blow to his chest had connected solidly, even though the dandy had struggled valiantly when he had picked him up and unceremoniously deposited him outside Jehan's room, followed shortly by Combeferre, his glasses, and their raunchy teen romance novel, in that order. Bahorel finds himself whistling merrily in remembrance of that fantastic night.
Chocolate truffles, champagne and wine (for the two friends had not been able to decide which they'd preferred, so why restrict themselves, they'd thought!), and plenty of storytelling and laughing to make up for the months they had missed with one another, in Bahorel's absence and in their siblings' quarrel.
It had been especially entertaining to see the dawning understanding and vague confusion on Combeferre and Courfeyrac's faces when they had seen the pair suddenly on such kindly terms, as neither Jehan nor Bahorel had had chance or especial reason to inform either prior to that moment of retaliation.
But all was mended between the friends at last, and Bahorel could not be more happy to be and see his friends alive.]