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Library, Sunday
This wasn't the gym.
Apollo had been on his way to the gymnasium, intent on pumping iron and keeping up his strict training regime so he could be in tip top shape for his next fight.
But this wasn't the gym.
This was a place filled with books and it was quiet and Apollo didn't see any heavy bags there.
"What is this trickery that I have encountered?" he boomed to the library at large. When no one answered, Apollo stalked around the aisles, hands held at the ready in case the Italian Stallion or the Sultan of Sting appeared out of nowhere to try and take him down.
When he found no one, he frowned, hands on his hips. "The King of Sting has to train today and he will train! He will train and you will like!"
So, with a music appearing out of nowhere, Apollo stacked chairs in identical intervals and started leaping over them. He found the heaviest books he could and started wailing away (while not actually damaging them) with his gloved hands.
"I'll get ya! I'll get ya good! You've got no chance!"
The music got louder and Apollo grabbed the highest shelves, pulling himself up in a bastardized version of a pull up. He zigzagged down aisles, taking cutting turns and punching the ends of shelves as he did.
"Can't no one beat me! I am immortal! I am the walking immortal!"
He climbed up on the library counter, hands held up and bouncing around like he'd just won the title and didn't look like a complete fool.
Apollo had been on his way to the gymnasium, intent on pumping iron and keeping up his strict training regime so he could be in tip top shape for his next fight.
But this wasn't the gym.
This was a place filled with books and it was quiet and Apollo didn't see any heavy bags there.
"What is this trickery that I have encountered?" he boomed to the library at large. When no one answered, Apollo stalked around the aisles, hands held at the ready in case the Italian Stallion or the Sultan of Sting appeared out of nowhere to try and take him down.
When he found no one, he frowned, hands on his hips. "The King of Sting has to train today and he will train! He will train and you will like!"
So, with a music appearing out of nowhere, Apollo stacked chairs in identical intervals and started leaping over them. He found the heaviest books he could and started wailing away (while not actually damaging them) with his gloved hands.
"I'll get ya! I'll get ya good! You've got no chance!"
The music got louder and Apollo grabbed the highest shelves, pulling himself up in a bastardized version of a pull up. He zigzagged down aisles, taking cutting turns and punching the ends of shelves as he did.
"Can't no one beat me! I am immortal! I am the walking immortal!"
He climbed up on the library counter, hands held up and bouncing around like he'd just won the title and didn't look like a complete fool.
Re: Afternoon
Re: Afternoon
Re: Afternoon
Granted, she'd made a couple girls cry that time. And that other time. And that time at Homecoming. But that was totally, totally different.
Re: Afternoon
He'd never done that. He just talked big.
Re: Afternoon
"I don't really follow boxing," Claire tried. "I'll, um, thanks for your autograph."
The school was full of defectives.
Re: Afternoon
He shouted this, yes.
Re: Afternoon
She leaned against the wall outside and sighed.
Full of defectives.