Can you see me through the ashes and the smoke

[fangedredemption]

WHO: Johnny and YOU
WHAT: settling in more, glitching, and general grumpiness
WHEN: during the event
WHERE: all over


After a while, things kind of settle into something like normal. A really weird kind of normal, but normal-ish. He gets up, heads to the center, starts working on getting the word out that he can teach karate to anyone who wants to learn. Buys groceries, cleans his place, hangs out at the bar, works out.

And that would all be fine if it wasn't for the glitches. No matter how many times it happens or where, there's no getting used to it. It knocks him on his ass every time, leaves him with bruises on his hip, his back, his ribs, gives him a damn shine, but it's fine. He's fine. Wall it off, keep going, because it's the only way he knows how to operate.

Comments

[makeanentrance]

He's unaware that he'd texted briefly with Johnny previously so as far as he knew, they were total strangers.

"I'm Quentin Beck. Actually, I was wondering what kind of fighting you taught here. Karate, huh?" He appears to mull that over. "And I was looking for gym equipment."

[fangedredemption]

"Little short on gym equipment here past the bag, we do more hands-on stuff, but I think some of the apartment buildings have gyms? Mine does, anyway. But yeah. You looking to learn how to fight?"

Way the guy looks Johnny's pretty sure he could hold his own, but then maybe he's more of a boxer.

[makeanentrance]

Beck certainly had the look of a boxer, with his craggy features and solid build.

"Mostly want to keep in shape, you know? Don't want the muscles stiffening up. Maybe do some sparring?"