Post by Edgar Natas on Jul 8, 2016 20:38:50 GMT
The metallic thud of weights could be heard as Ed worked out. He was in the weight room at the academy gym, doing bench-presses. He was grateful that the academy let students use it whenever. He found weightlifting immensely therapeutic. He'd just recently started at the academy. It was a nice school. The best one he'd been to so far. It was also very far away from home. Of course, that was the point, he thought, a small smile caressing his lips. If he was seperated from his parents by a thousand miles of sea, they wouldn't have to deal with him. He started to lift faster, while Judge Judy palyed on the TV.
"-and the man says you killed his child." Judge Judy said.
"Your honor, I did not kill that baby." The defendant said. "I was just holding her when she tripped and fell into my woodchipper."
Ed wasn't really paying attention. He supposed it was his own fault. He wasn't really a good kid, by most accounts. At his old schools, he'd been expelled for fighting. He wasn't sure he was going to be a productive member of society, or whatever the hell he was supposed to do with his life. Ed finished his set, setting the barbell down with a mighty thud, before sitting up and taking a drink from his water bottle. He wore his usual workout attire: A black tank-top, which outlined his toned form. He also had on a pair of black shorts.
Edgar looked out the window, towards the sparring ring, where a pair of students were learning kendo. At least this school seemed to be more okay with it. He'd heard they were fairly lax, though he wasn't sure he was in any position to test it.
"-and the man says you killed his child." Judge Judy said.
"Your honor, I did not kill that baby." The defendant said. "I was just holding her when she tripped and fell into my woodchipper."
Ed wasn't really paying attention. He supposed it was his own fault. He wasn't really a good kid, by most accounts. At his old schools, he'd been expelled for fighting. He wasn't sure he was going to be a productive member of society, or whatever the hell he was supposed to do with his life. Ed finished his set, setting the barbell down with a mighty thud, before sitting up and taking a drink from his water bottle. He wore his usual workout attire: A black tank-top, which outlined his toned form. He also had on a pair of black shorts.
Edgar looked out the window, towards the sparring ring, where a pair of students were learning kendo. At least this school seemed to be more okay with it. He'd heard they were fairly lax, though he wasn't sure he was in any position to test it.