Not Today..? (C)

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Sweat beaded haplessly from the young redhead's cheeks, his knuckles bruised severely as he wrapped them in silence. The smooth, snowy gauze fell easily over his palm before slowly sliding up each individual finger. His eyes laid cast to his work, a soft mumble escaping him before looking at his mummified bear-sized hands. He would have chuckled, but the mirth had inevitably left his eyes. Beaten and weary, the boxing captain wanted nothing more than a trip to the pool. A place to rest his head and to lather the sediment of the day away, to simply meld into the world of relaxation. A beautiful image, one that Jay was so wrongfully blessed with. It would be a divine intervention to have something as wondrous as a warm bath after a long session of grueling, manual labor.


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Jay's legs buckled slightly, his gait collapsing slightly as his hand reached for the nearest wall. His gaze narrowed, motivating himself with some odd attempt at bolstering his will (and hopefully his legs). Nothing would have been more appealing than to simply collapse, but were he to be found in such a state...what would his club say? That he was working too hard, that he needed to take a break? He wouldn't allow it, and he knew as soon as they'd found out.... He didn't want to continue the thought, knowing it would lead to his eventual passing on of the captain role.


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His irises shone for only a brief moment as the pool's doors came into view. The door for whatever reason hung wide, and the refreshingly cool waters eagerly invited him closer. His panting grew more vigorous and his head was spinning at this point. What drove him to such punishment? His parents couldn't have been such a burden on his conscience...that he would inadvertently batter himself over it through a sport he loved. He staggered once again, wincing visibly before setting his wrapped palm upon the door to the indoor pool. Just a few more steps, and the shirtless protector would finally have his peace. The male didn't bother taking off his jeans, groveling quite literally for the chilly waves of his tiny oasis. His bare feet went first, socks and shoes cast rather quickly to the side as he slide his way down the first few steps. A mistake, given his spine rattled against one of the edges. He had to illicit a small groan, before slowly his smile returned. The waters sapped the weariness from his mind, enveloping him in an all together new feeling. It was bliss.


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His heaven was cut short however, given his parents once again returned to his mind. His brow furrowed and his hand reached further into his now drenched jean pocket. He'd forgotten to take out his cell phone, and while it could survive in water...it probably wasn't the smartest idea. Either way, the redhead frowned once again. He hated thinking about this, but maybe...maybe it was time. The male hesitated, his other wrapped hand reaching over the touch screen. He hovered for a moment, his finger falling upon the digits with a memorization akin to obsession. He was dialing his parents, the ones he'd estranged from. His arm trembled, his vision softening as he brought the speaker up to his ear. The subtle ring continued for what seemed like minutes, before finally a voice answered from the other side. "Hello?" It was his mother, her powerful, merry voice coming through quite clearly. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. "Jay?" She questioned, obviously gaining worry with her tone. He continued not to speak, hanging up the phone without another word. Tears threatened his cool facade before he slipped further into the water, resting his phone along the edge before finally closing his eyes. Today...was not the day.


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Whenever Jay had decided to finish up, he would have gathered things and changed into the spare clothes he'd left back in the gym. Unfortunately they were his boxing clothes...which meant they were still a bit...fragrant...but they would do. Regardless, he took to making his way along, backpack settled nicely on his shoulder. What he needed now...was perhaps a talk...with...himself....

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[attr="class","tagsie"]LIZVETTE MASSINGER