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Post by nickfury on Sept 26, 2010 20:02:09 GMT 2
In a room enlighted by the afternoon sun just one figure moved
from side to side with surprising agility, every step seemed a
deadly dance, every punch unleashed in the air blowed noisily,
a man fighting against an imaginary opponent.
Train hard his body and test their limits. Sweat
slid along the forehead and his bare and hard chest slightly marked by some scars. The wrists tightly in bandages to avoid injuries in contact with the sandbag striked even with the legs with powerful and skilled and deadly moves,
Fast and even cruel.
Focused gaze and the handsome face that exuded just few
emotion due to the effort and slight pain as the violence of his blows kept to hit the sack until he decided that his training session was over and stopped for a satisfied sigh.
Take back his shirt and leant in on a shoulder,
had definitely need of a shower. It was his day off after
have spent months in Russia for investigations, back in that place was really like back home. He kept to walk , heading towards the showers. |
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Post by luna1 on Sept 30, 2010 18:10:28 GMT 2
Deciding to pay a visit to Nick Fury he walked into the building. At the front desk he quickly asked where he could be found. He had met Nick years ago. They hadn't exactly bean friends when they met but that didn't matter. Gambit walked slowly through the halls until he reached the gym where he was training. Leaning against the wall he waited to be noticed.
He watched as he jabbed and kicked at the dummy. Finely he decided to speak. "Would it be better with a real opponent Nick," he asked in a cocky Cajun voice he was so well known for. He may be an X-Men but he did not live with them and liked to do what ever he wanted to do.
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Post by nickfury on Oct 2, 2010 15:55:53 GMT 2
He stopped halfway when thought to have just heard someone talking. Frowning, the man turned to look at the mocking face that remembered to have seen elsewhere then smiled mockingly, in turn, "Agree But I would be sorry to broke your pretty nails, boy. What are you doing here, Gambit?" . Slipping back her shirt and grabbing his stuff left scattered in the gym.
The man now centenary with the appearance of a young guy turned to look at the other man with the face of who could recognize a slight provocation and not be easily provoked at the same time "I thought you was around, too busy with your usual troubles. This is the last place where I expect to see you but ... eh, everyone can be wrong, "he murmured putting some of his stuff in the old gym bag.
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Post by luna1 on Oct 2, 2010 16:06:30 GMT 2
Gambit laughed and shrugged, "don't yea mean you don't want me to break your face? I just thought I'd drop by for a visit. It's bean a few years since the last time I saw you. I went and saw Logan a few days ago as well. Remember him Nick?"
Grabbing his deck of cards he began to juggle them with one hand out of boredom. "I usually am but trying to find some stuff out. Logan didn't have my answers. Heck he didn't even remember me. All because of those adamantium bullets that strycker shot through his head several years ago. So i thought I'd drop by and see if you did now the answers."
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Post by nickfury on Oct 2, 2010 16:44:25 GMT 2
Nick chuckled denying imperceptibly with the head, was blatant but exactly just as he remembered of him. Hear Gambit say the name of Logan made him look up his deep eyes and then shrugged "yeah, I do. And so?" Holding the bag and throwing that in a corner of the gym, Gambit seemed want to speak and Nick thought, well, then we speak . Leaned his shoulder against the door and folded his arms on his chest waiting to hear him talk but wasn't so much concerned, Logan was old story even though was an old friend.
How hated the card tricks, the ability to move those plastic pieces from hand to hand irritated him but seemed the favorite sport of Gambit and stood silent although staring at them while listened his voice speak. "Hah," Nick grinned looking elsewhere "Logan is not what we remember Gambit, doesn't even remember me even . I've seen mutants lose their lives for nothing but Logan has seen his fade because of someone else, after all, but don't forget what he does for this place. What answers do you want hear from me? "furrowed slightly .
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