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Jul 10, 2015 10:52:30 GMT -6
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Post by Rob on Jul 10, 2015 10:52:30 GMT -6
Freedom. Sweet freedom. The road lay out before him with surprisingly less traffic to share with than expected, this afternoon. His motorbike cut along the road like paper, gliding effortlessly along as he keeps an eye out for his destination.
The bike was a rental, but it gets the job done. Pulling over in front of a sports shop, he kills the engine, puts the key in his pocket and gets off. Removing his helmet, Jericho Cross tucks it under one arms and heads inside.
Wandering around until he finds the boxing gear, he looks around until he finally finds the hand wraps he's looking for. Selecting the black ones, he heads to the checkout and quickly pays for them. Wrapping up his fists would be required later, if he needed to prevent insurmountable odds. Of course, that would be after taking the rest of today going... nowhere, really.
Going out on his motorbike, just for the sake of it, helped clear his head. He needed to take his mind off of her. Why has it built up so much now? Back then, it was easy to push aside. Who'd have wanted him when he was so unstable? Of course, that had changed when he sought help, taking himself away from the world for a few months.
With no more episodes, no triggers, he was free to find out who he is beneath the thick layer of violence and guerrilla tactics. A question he's still finding the answer to, but at least he has the time to discover it.
He had to admit, the idea of her being by his side through this discovery was one he found pleasant. At the time of their first meeting, it was much simpler. He likes Asian women and she was hot, still is. But as they got to know one another, it all changed. He had no problem sleeping with women, but always denied himself any attempt at something more. He knew he couldn't have it, not when he had to share his mind with manifestations of buried anger, pain, and the horrors he had witnessed.
Now is a different time, though, and he wants it. Of course, saying anything now would be bad. She's right out of a relationship and may not even feel as he does. He did notice her being unusually flustered around him, her touch when tracing his scars, but that's just Munin. Some people are more tactile, and she was stuck in a lift. A bad time for someone who hates staying still.
He had to stop this, it was making him annoyed with himself. He's never been this way, even back when he felt something for Eva, it wasn't as intense. Figuring out new things about himself had been good, but this was hell on him. He needed a distraction. Getting back on the road would do that.
Leaving the shop, he gets the helmet back on, starts up the bike and heads off. His visor kept him safe from the sun's glare as he follows the road with no set destination in mind. Having to concentrate on the road was good, it helped keep his mind off her. Of course, it would return in the coming days as Heatwave draws ever closer. She was the reason he set out early, hoping to protect her from the consequences of his gross miscalculation.
He still couldn't believe they managed to hold on. How had GZW not managed to send them packing? Why have all attempts failed so far? The old Frankenstein scenario, it seemed. The monster was out of control and needed putting down. Clan Mayhem, of course, were a group before Jericho found them. Though they weren't his creation, the current situation was. Maybe he was needed after all. He could fix this. He could drive them out and redeem himself after his friends had gotten hurt.
The solution was obvious: Karnos is their leader. Take him out and who would call the shots? Kolic could have them do things, but it would likely be Karnos who directed them, co-ordinated their efforts. Take out the general and the rest would become disorganised. That being said, the others weren't stupid. Syndicate would be a challenge. Injuring him would be tough, unless Jericho went for something brutally simple.
Of course, that means following the tour, and possibly killing his retirement again. He didn't like the idea. He didn't need a contract to end them. They weren't worth going back full time either. There was nothing to go back for, he had done all he had set out to do. Sure, he keeps himself in shape, but that was for him. He worked very hard to get that frame and maintain it, he was proud of his level of fitness. Does he really need to sign another contract? The money would be good, but he had been smart with his. There was no need for more.
Once Mayhem were done, he'd likely just leave again anyway. He'd take them out because he owed his friends. After that, it would be back to being a fan. A good enough idea, really. Just for something to go right would be a nice start.
Was that too much to want?
The bike was a rental, but it gets the job done. Pulling over in front of a sports shop, he kills the engine, puts the key in his pocket and gets off. Removing his helmet, Jericho Cross tucks it under one arms and heads inside.
Wandering around until he finds the boxing gear, he looks around until he finally finds the hand wraps he's looking for. Selecting the black ones, he heads to the checkout and quickly pays for them. Wrapping up his fists would be required later, if he needed to prevent insurmountable odds. Of course, that would be after taking the rest of today going... nowhere, really.
Going out on his motorbike, just for the sake of it, helped clear his head. He needed to take his mind off of her. Why has it built up so much now? Back then, it was easy to push aside. Who'd have wanted him when he was so unstable? Of course, that had changed when he sought help, taking himself away from the world for a few months.
With no more episodes, no triggers, he was free to find out who he is beneath the thick layer of violence and guerrilla tactics. A question he's still finding the answer to, but at least he has the time to discover it.
He had to admit, the idea of her being by his side through this discovery was one he found pleasant. At the time of their first meeting, it was much simpler. He likes Asian women and she was hot, still is. But as they got to know one another, it all changed. He had no problem sleeping with women, but always denied himself any attempt at something more. He knew he couldn't have it, not when he had to share his mind with manifestations of buried anger, pain, and the horrors he had witnessed.
Now is a different time, though, and he wants it. Of course, saying anything now would be bad. She's right out of a relationship and may not even feel as he does. He did notice her being unusually flustered around him, her touch when tracing his scars, but that's just Munin. Some people are more tactile, and she was stuck in a lift. A bad time for someone who hates staying still.
He had to stop this, it was making him annoyed with himself. He's never been this way, even back when he felt something for Eva, it wasn't as intense. Figuring out new things about himself had been good, but this was hell on him. He needed a distraction. Getting back on the road would do that.
Leaving the shop, he gets the helmet back on, starts up the bike and heads off. His visor kept him safe from the sun's glare as he follows the road with no set destination in mind. Having to concentrate on the road was good, it helped keep his mind off her. Of course, it would return in the coming days as Heatwave draws ever closer. She was the reason he set out early, hoping to protect her from the consequences of his gross miscalculation.
He still couldn't believe they managed to hold on. How had GZW not managed to send them packing? Why have all attempts failed so far? The old Frankenstein scenario, it seemed. The monster was out of control and needed putting down. Clan Mayhem, of course, were a group before Jericho found them. Though they weren't his creation, the current situation was. Maybe he was needed after all. He could fix this. He could drive them out and redeem himself after his friends had gotten hurt.
The solution was obvious: Karnos is their leader. Take him out and who would call the shots? Kolic could have them do things, but it would likely be Karnos who directed them, co-ordinated their efforts. Take out the general and the rest would become disorganised. That being said, the others weren't stupid. Syndicate would be a challenge. Injuring him would be tough, unless Jericho went for something brutally simple.
Of course, that means following the tour, and possibly killing his retirement again. He didn't like the idea. He didn't need a contract to end them. They weren't worth going back full time either. There was nothing to go back for, he had done all he had set out to do. Sure, he keeps himself in shape, but that was for him. He worked very hard to get that frame and maintain it, he was proud of his level of fitness. Does he really need to sign another contract? The money would be good, but he had been smart with his. There was no need for more.
Once Mayhem were done, he'd likely just leave again anyway. He'd take them out because he owed his friends. After that, it would be back to being a fan. A good enough idea, really. Just for something to go right would be a nice start.
Was that too much to want?
