Ignatius
A N A R C H Y
Thud-Thud-Thud
Heavy breathing into my mouth, and out from my nose. Throwing another series of punches at a punching bag, the solid thud of my wrapped fist hitting the stupid thing kept my anger under control for now.
Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud
Punching harder and harder every time my fist connected with the bag. Swinging back and forth from me as I took a second to cool my temper by forcing myself to train. I stopped my pacing of my "hops" back and forth as I threw my punches to center the bag. I then went into another fit of punches at the bag.
Thud-Thud-Thud, Thud-Thud, ThudthudthudthudthudTHWACK
The last punch I increased with the force. Knocking the bag clean off of the hinges it was hanging from. Falling to the floor, and sliding a few feet to rest up against the wall. Sand or whatever that was in it was now spilling out. I was still bouncing as I was just tired of being treated like a child by a person who was tasked with watching over me. This wasn't right. Why was Kinta, a slave of my father, given domain over me? Why?
I never knew the reasons my father did anything. Nor why he left me. I still remember the letter he left. My mother not thinking of it. Yes she was disappointing, but she always told me that what Nick did was for a good reason. I stopped my "dancing" and looked down at my wrapped hands. For boxing one would take a wrap to protect their hands from scuffing while practicing on a bag. However, some of the wrapping was coming undone, or was tearing.
I walked away from the broken bag, and over to the bench where I had a bag with my stuff in it. Along the way, taking my wrapping off while a bottle of water floated towards my face. I took one moment to take a few gulps of water. Shaking my head, some sweat flung itself from my brow as I reached my bag.
"The queen thinks she owns me because of my dumbass of a father."
"Who does she think she is? My Master?"
Grabbing the bottle from the air, I threw it into my bag as I grabbed a towel and wiped myself of the sweat. I just really wanted to punch someone's face in. Just anything to be in a fight at the moment. I hated the idea, but these Sith sure do know how to fight. I just hoped that they were up to my challenge.
Heavy breathing into my mouth, and out from my nose. Throwing another series of punches at a punching bag, the solid thud of my wrapped fist hitting the stupid thing kept my anger under control for now.
Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud
Punching harder and harder every time my fist connected with the bag. Swinging back and forth from me as I took a second to cool my temper by forcing myself to train. I stopped my pacing of my "hops" back and forth as I threw my punches to center the bag. I then went into another fit of punches at the bag.
Thud-Thud-Thud, Thud-Thud, ThudthudthudthudthudTHWACK
The last punch I increased with the force. Knocking the bag clean off of the hinges it was hanging from. Falling to the floor, and sliding a few feet to rest up against the wall. Sand or whatever that was in it was now spilling out. I was still bouncing as I was just tired of being treated like a child by a person who was tasked with watching over me. This wasn't right. Why was Kinta, a slave of my father, given domain over me? Why?
I never knew the reasons my father did anything. Nor why he left me. I still remember the letter he left. My mother not thinking of it. Yes she was disappointing, but she always told me that what Nick did was for a good reason. I stopped my "dancing" and looked down at my wrapped hands. For boxing one would take a wrap to protect their hands from scuffing while practicing on a bag. However, some of the wrapping was coming undone, or was tearing.
I walked away from the broken bag, and over to the bench where I had a bag with my stuff in it. Along the way, taking my wrapping off while a bottle of water floated towards my face. I took one moment to take a few gulps of water. Shaking my head, some sweat flung itself from my brow as I reached my bag.
"The queen thinks she owns me because of my dumbass of a father."
"Who does she think she is? My Master?"
Grabbing the bottle from the air, I threw it into my bag as I grabbed a towel and wiped myself of the sweat. I just really wanted to punch someone's face in. Just anything to be in a fight at the moment. I hated the idea, but these Sith sure do know how to fight. I just hoped that they were up to my challenge.
