((OOC: I lost track of who made plans with who and I spoke to some people and then others, so to make it easier on myself, I’m putting an any tag, feel free to join in if you have the bandwidth))
((OOC2: This takes place shortly after Hot & Cold))
(Gymnasium, Deck 5, Octavia E Butler)
One could argue that Nilsen was about to engage in a healthier coping mechanism.
Lhandon circled the punching bag, he was waiting.
He was in his personal gym wear: a dark blue loose gym vest with his arms and tattoos on display, and gray tracksuit bottoms with trainers. Even a shower and a change of clothes had not been enough to calm him down. He had already put on the boxing gloves. On his right deltoid was a tattoo of a D20 die, a symbol of his favorite game. This was in front of the logo used for Paladin, a tall shield with wings out of each side. There were other tattoos on his chest that were not visible but a small speck of ink hinted at their existence.
He saw Maxwell walk in, as he had requested, and right on time. He pointed with the gloves to the bag and said:
Nilsen: Hold it up
Maxwell/Any: Response
They were joined by another. He was in no mood for negotiation. As soon as the bag was steadied, he struck it hard several times and cursed loudly. After pacing around for a moment, he returned to the bag, unleashing a flurry of strikes with his full force.
Nilsen: How the hell could he? ::punches bag:: I stood by him all this time. He’s just gone and thrown it all away!
Maxwell/Any: Response
Once again, he pummeled the bag. He put his full force into it, and yet, like a thirst that couldn't be quenched, his anger remained unsatisfied.
Nilsen: Toxin has! Everything we had build in ops. ::Punches bag:: Everything we had together ::punches again:: He’s just thrown it away ::Punches repeatedly::
Maxwell/Any: Response
Nilsen: How dare I have thoughts of my own? ::punches bag:: How dare I use my initiative? ::punches bag again::
Maxwell/Any: Response
Nilsen: And you know the worst part? ::punches bag:: Doing this right now ::punches bag:: to get it out of myself ::punches again:: I’m proving his damn point.
Maxwell/Any: Response
He cursed again and paced around. There were others in the gym too. He knew eyes were looking at him and he didn’t care and just struck the bag again!
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Assistant Chief of Operations.
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)