When it came to sleep Jack had two settings ‘don’t wake me for the next twelve hours or perish’ and ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead’. And in this place, it seemed he’d be doing an awful lot of the latter. Kidnappings and threats of electrocution didn't foster a comfortable sleeping environment. Who knew?
Walking around the rig with its flickering fluorescent lights, unsettling creaks and groans and labyrinthian hallways hadn't been his first choice, but it beat just laying there in that claustrophobic cubical of a room with nothing to do but listen to the restless noises of the strangers he was bunked with, and concentrate on the soreness of fresh surgical scars until he’d felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin.
The gym also normally wouldn’t be his first choice for a restless nights distraction, but considering there wasn’t much else open to the “new hires” this late and it was one of the few easy places to find on this junk heap, well, beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that jazz.
The place was huge, one of the few areas these cheapskates hadn’t skimped on apparently, which felt a bit ominous. Good indication of where their priorities for them laid. He didn’t even know how to use all of the equipment in here, some of the weight machines looking more like unessisarily complicated torture devises then something used for exercise. But the small roller hockey rink was easy enough to figure out and while not the same as ice skating it was still close enough to familiar to get lost in the motion of it.
At least until the sudden sounds of someone clambering around the other side of the gym broke the silence, startling him badly enough to lose his footing and gracelessly crash to the floor.
Investigating, after he’s managed to peel himself off the lacquered surface, it’s with a sour expression that he ends up leaning against a wall to watch a bit of Kevin’s impromptu parkour session. Normally he’d probably find it at least a bit impressive. The dudes fast, scary fast, and the flow of his movements as he navigates over the equipment in almost hypnotizing. Guy could probably give Chase and the monks a run for their money. But right now he's more interested in waiting until the most inconvenient time to potentially distract him, cupping his hands over his mouth and yelling out, “Don’t fall!”
F/G
When it came to sleep Jack had two settings ‘don’t wake me for the next twelve hours or perish’ and ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead’. And in this place, it seemed he’d be doing an awful lot of the latter. Kidnappings and threats of electrocution didn't foster a comfortable sleeping environment. Who knew?
Walking around the rig with its flickering fluorescent lights, unsettling creaks and groans and labyrinthian hallways hadn't been his first choice, but it beat just laying there in that claustrophobic cubical of a room with nothing to do but listen to the restless noises of the strangers he was bunked with, and concentrate on the soreness of fresh surgical scars until he’d felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin.
The gym also normally wouldn’t be his first choice for a restless nights distraction, but considering there wasn’t much else open to the “new hires” this late and it was one of the few easy places to find on this junk heap, well, beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that jazz.
The place was huge, one of the few areas these cheapskates hadn’t skimped on apparently, which felt a bit ominous. Good indication of where their priorities for them laid. He didn’t even know how to use all of the equipment in here, some of the weight machines looking more like unessisarily complicated torture devises then something used for exercise. But the small roller hockey rink was easy enough to figure out and while not the same as ice skating it was still close enough to familiar to get lost in the motion of it.
At least until the sudden sounds of someone clambering around the other side of the gym broke the silence, startling him badly enough to lose his footing and gracelessly crash to the floor.
Investigating, after he’s managed to peel himself off the lacquered surface, it’s with a sour expression that he ends up leaning against a wall to watch a bit of Kevin’s impromptu parkour session. Normally he’d probably find it at least a bit impressive. The dudes fast, scary fast, and the flow of his movements as he navigates over the equipment in almost hypnotizing. Guy could probably give Chase and the monks a run for their money. But right now he's more interested in waiting until the most inconvenient time to potentially distract him, cupping his hands over his mouth and yelling out, “Don’t fall!”