CASTLE ♔ TAKING INITIATIVE

[pontiac]

WHO || Jimmy and OTA
WHAT || A complete and total lack of physical fitness. Probably Jimmy being pathetic or something.
WHERE || Castle fitness center.
WHEN || Afternoon of the 20th.
HOW || Actionspam.

[After sitting on his hands so long it drove him crazy and studying into the nature behind the knights and their presence historically Jimmy finally decided to make his way to the castle fitness center. First, just to check it out, and hopefully enlist the help of someone that could train him to be better in combat and of more use on the battlefield.]

Comments

[beseeched]

[At least he's getting first hand experience from someone that obviously knows what their doing.] Loose. Okay. [He sighs and rotates his shoulders. Trying his best to do what he was told to and loosen up. It doesn't really work, but it's the thought that counts, right?] You want me to- [He should've known. Somehow he doubts he's going to land the blow but he throws another punch. This time coming from the left.]

[notafraidofthedark]

[And finally with a Wis check of 19, Riddick senses that something is bothering Jimmy. What, he had no fucking clue, but it was enough to make the other man uncomfortable, uneasy, and it was distracting.

Enough so that when Jimmy swings at him he moves just a bit too slowly. Jimmy's fist connects with a semi-solid thwack on his jaw, turning his head the slightest bit. His head turns slowly to the other man, working his jaw slightly as a grin spreads across his face.]

That's more like it.

[beseeched]

[Jimmy smiles. Probably for the first time since showing up at the gym. He's been feeling out of place for a while but he really wants to follow this through. He pulls his fist back and stretches his fingers out, it hurt him more than it was likely to hurt the other guy.]

Thanks, Rich.

[notafraidofthedark]

[His first instinct is to correct him for ever calling him 'Rich' again. But then he remembers it isn't nice to completely alienate people he'd just met by scaring the hell out of them. So he lets it slide, perhaps for the first time ever.

He nods his chin in the direction of one of hanging punching bags on the next mat over.]

Lets work on one of those for a bit.

[beseeched]

[The first reaction from Jimmy is a snort of disbelief. Then he realizes that this guy is serious. He's familiar with punching bags and he doesn't have anywhere near the endurance to work with one.]

You want me to do that?

[notafraidofthedark]

Did I stutter? Get over there and show me what you have, or else how will I know what the hell I have to work with?

[Yep, like it or not, you are now one of Riddick's projects. Lets just hope it doesn't get you killed in the process.

As Jimmy moves over to the next mat, Riddick grabs another roll of wrist tape, tossing it to the other man.]

Here, wrap your hands so you don't break anything.

[beseeched]

[Wow. He's not used to being talked to like that and he's about to retort but thinks better of it and walks over. Riddick is a lot bigger and he doesn't want to lose this opportunity to learn.]

How should I wrap them?

[He caught the tape so his reflexes aren't so bad, but he has no experience at all with this.]

[notafraidofthedark]

[Riddick shows him how to wrap his left hand, over the wrist and woven through the fingers, again and again, then hands him the tape roll so he can wrap his other hand as he was shown.]

Remember not to skimp when you wrap, otherwise you'll break your hand or wrist every time you throw a punch at the bag. Now, stand like I showed you [he pauses to give Jimmy time to wrap his hand and get into position.]