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discedo_logs2010-09-20 09:34 pm
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One more push and I'll be there
Who: Leonardo Hamato ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Where: The High School Gym
When: September 20- late evening
Rating: PG for moody turtle
Summary: Leo tried to take a small training break- to clear his head and organize his thoughts. Easier said then done.
the log: He was trying to focus on that sound; the echoing clink of the chain that held the bag up. It was ringing out evenly, his punches coming at the bag in a controlled fury. Each clink was another thought put into place, another worry taken care of at least for the night. It was helping.
A sudden violent punch brings the turtle back to the now, his breathing a bit short and nearly panting. He had been at this for hours now and still he had found no solace. Nothing made sense and the guilt and regret were still burning inside him.
"Why isn't this working..."
A hidden sigh before he tries to focus again. A steady hand reaches up to draw his swords and he moves to the side of the gym. With a tight control he begins familiar katas, moving automatically and letting his mind begin to wonder. His thoughts float from his brothers, to Xi then back to his family. He remembers that day on board the ship, a few other scattered memories clinging to his mind's eye.
He hisses as his focus slips and brings his blade against his skin, a shallow wound but it still stings enough to break his concentration. With a soft sigh he sheaths his blades and glances at the time on his communicator. Maybe after five hours, it was time for a break.
"...but I haven't figured anything out yet."
dual_soulninja Where: The High School Gym
When: September 20- late evening
Rating: PG for moody turtle
Summary: Leo tried to take a small training break- to clear his head and organize his thoughts. Easier said then done.
the log: He was trying to focus on that sound; the echoing clink of the chain that held the bag up. It was ringing out evenly, his punches coming at the bag in a controlled fury. Each clink was another thought put into place, another worry taken care of at least for the night. It was helping.
A sudden violent punch brings the turtle back to the now, his breathing a bit short and nearly panting. He had been at this for hours now and still he had found no solace. Nothing made sense and the guilt and regret were still burning inside him.
"Why isn't this working..."
A hidden sigh before he tries to focus again. A steady hand reaches up to draw his swords and he moves to the side of the gym. With a tight control he begins familiar katas, moving automatically and letting his mind begin to wonder. His thoughts float from his brothers, to Xi then back to his family. He remembers that day on board the ship, a few other scattered memories clinging to his mind's eye.
He hisses as his focus slips and brings his blade against his skin, a shallow wound but it still stings enough to break his concentration. With a soft sigh he sheaths his blades and glances at the time on his communicator. Maybe after five hours, it was time for a break.
"...but I haven't figured anything out yet."