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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 4:03:32 AM
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[b]Mo' punchies[/b]
[u]50's themed boxing gym. where Quincy punches stuff. [/u]
*Quincy, yet again, found himself in the "punchy room" as he liked to call it. Punching his issues away and into a bag of sand hung from the ceiling. Being grinded into a steak dinner can have some... aftershocks. So here he was, hitting the bag in a fast fury of jabs and hooks, throwing in a few kicks here and there.*
[spoiler]open.[/spoiler]
English
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"Your form is off. Your punch is wrong. You're wild, uncoordinated" [b]A voice spoke from behind him[/b]
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*Quincy stops viciously attacking the punching bag and drops to his knees exhausted* What... what time is it?
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[b]The man checks his watch [/b] "Midnight."
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*Quincy unwraps the bandages around his wrists and tosses them into a trash bin.* Uuuhhggg.... its been twelve hours....
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"You started at noon?"
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y-yeah... wait... what's today? [spoiler]started on a wednesday. pick a different day.[/spoiler]
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"It's Sunday...." [b]The man sighed [/b] "You need rest."
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*Quincy falls over on his side trembling* rrnngg... everything hurts... *the only reason he's still alive is because of several granola bars, some bottles of water, and two short naps*
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"Maybe you should eat. Stop the punching."
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Y-yeah... food... *Quincy's stomach gurgles* Uhhgg... ive been here since wednesday...
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"Well then come on. Let's get you some food."
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i... i cant move my arms...
