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Post by Piotr Rasputin on May 21, 2013 14:54:11 GMT -5
Piotr finally arrived to the training room of the Academy. He was dressed with gray sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. He had to admit that the decoration of the training room was a little...let's say overloaded for his taste. It was too much red. Probably Ms. Frost chose the decoration, but at least it looked a good place to train and clear your head for a lot of stress.
He placed his boxing gloves and walked towards the first punching bag he saw. He smiled a little as he remembered the boxing lessons that his elder brother Mikhail taught him back in the farm when he was a kid. He wondered how things were for his brother. The last he heard he was preparing himself for a mission in a satellite. Piotr started to punch the bag with all his strengths, giving it quick hits as the bag kept swinging.
It helped him to forget things, to forget the feeling that he left his family behind to simply save his own skin. He was tired and angry by all the hate that humans had towards mutants. Then the punching bag broke in a lot of pieces and he realized that with all the frustration he turned in his steel form and with a punch he accidentally broke the bag. When he realized it, he reverted back to his human form and looked at the remains of the bag. "It will take a while to clean this mess..."muttered to himself.
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Post by Sean Cassidy on May 21, 2013 15:18:50 GMT -5
Sean walked into the gym area attached to the Grotto and watched brief the steel giant boxing as he was curious. He wore a green sleeveless shirt and black loose pants with red piping. A white towel was around his neck as he held his gym bag in his right hand. His hands were taped from his first finger joints to his wrists.
He watched as the young man turned to steel and destroyed the punching bag he was working over. "Donna worry about that laddie. Ms. Frost can well afford it 'ere." He smirked as he entered and ruffled his reddish blond hair. "Ye got something on yer mind Piotr?" He didn't quite know the young art teacher's story and was a bit curious. Maybe he should get his detective's cap out again and find out what was going on here.
Sean put his bag on the bench and through his towel atop it. "Well let it outta ye then. No point holdin' it in." Sean climbed onto an exercise bike so he could talk to Piotr and do what he came here for. The bike allowed for some exercise while still chatting with someone. He certainly wasn't game for a boxing match.
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Post by Piotr Rasputin on May 21, 2013 16:05:36 GMT -5
Piotr was breathing deeply before he walked towards the remains of the punching bag, ready to try to clean the mess he made in the best way he could, when suddenly he heard a voice behind him. The black haired man turn around to see in the main door, Sean Cassidy, another teacher in the Academy. "Good afternoon"said Piotr. He hadn't talked with many of the teachers in the Academy, and he barely knew Sean. "Da, I know it. But I guess it's better to clean it a little, so nobody find the mess later. Maybe I can do it later"said Piotr, although right now he didn't care too much. It was a way to distract the Russian of his worries and thoughts. Or maybe a janitor could come and clean the rest.
Sean then asked him if something worried him. Piotr simply lowered his head before looking again at the Irishman. "To be sincere a lot of things have been troubling me since I arrived, tovarisch."answered, not sure if the red haired man was interested in hearing all his worries. Besides, they barely knew each other, so it would be a little awkward. Then before he jumped towards one of the exercise bikes, Sean told him to let it out. Piotr nodded before taking a breath. "I miss family. It had been hard to leave them and the family farm to travel to America. I write them letters all weeks, but...I still wish to be there again"confessed the Russian as he sat down in a bench.
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