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The Barns - Closed
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affection_for_researchWho: Gansey, Ronan, and Adam
What: Dealing with the latest Unseen Attacks
Where: The Barns
When: Before the 27th
Warnings: Will update as needed
To say that Gansey wasn't dealing well with Evie's transformation into a statue was an understatement. After texting Bruce and failed attempts at all the various Gansey family lessons for dealing with his emotions, he decided to practice something outside the usual Richard Gansey III methods.
This one resembled something the Gotham version of Gansey might do, or a Lynch.
Standing in front of Ronan's punching bag, he let his mind drift. He stopped considering technique and everything Ronan had tried to teach him about fighting. A hint of the other Gansey crept into his thoughts, accompanied by faint voices that he knew were Bruce and Alfred. Letting out a slow breath, he let his body respond instead of overthinking like he usually did.
Taking a swing at the bag, his fist connected without the expected bolt of pain from a damaged thumb. Satisfied by the thump of knuckles against bag, he continued punching, making frustrated sounds as he tried not to think of Evie, of her transformation, of what could happen to her, of how he'd failed her, hoping that physical activity would temporarily still his guilt.
What: Dealing with the latest Unseen Attacks
Where: The Barns
When: Before the 27th
Warnings: Will update as needed
To say that Gansey wasn't dealing well with Evie's transformation into a statue was an understatement. After texting Bruce and failed attempts at all the various Gansey family lessons for dealing with his emotions, he decided to practice something outside the usual Richard Gansey III methods.
This one resembled something the Gotham version of Gansey might do, or a Lynch.
Standing in front of Ronan's punching bag, he let his mind drift. He stopped considering technique and everything Ronan had tried to teach him about fighting. A hint of the other Gansey crept into his thoughts, accompanied by faint voices that he knew were Bruce and Alfred. Letting out a slow breath, he let his body respond instead of overthinking like he usually did.
Taking a swing at the bag, his fist connected without the expected bolt of pain from a damaged thumb. Satisfied by the thump of knuckles against bag, he continued punching, making frustrated sounds as he tried not to think of Evie, of her transformation, of what could happen to her, of how he'd failed her, hoping that physical activity would temporarily still his guilt.