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Agent Washington ([personal profile] unrecovered) wrote in [community profile] hfm_logs2015-08-20 07:10 pm

And I Ran [Closed]

Warnings: Violence! Also probably swearing.
Location: Near the warehouses
Characters: Wash, Greg, Casey, and Bones
When: About a week after Bones reemerges from the subways
Summary: The usual morning jog turns into a Nox fight, because literally everyone in this group has terrible luck.

There was something to be said for routine, especially when the rest of your life made a point of being in a constant state of upheaval. Even though Greg had moved out, and Bones had recently come from a month-long bout in the subways, Wash made sure that the morning jog still happened every day, like clockwork. It meant that, for an hour every morning, he could go as hard as he wanted, enough to get the day started and the cobwebs shaken from his brain and to let him feel like he still had some semblance of control over his situation; it also meant that he could share his cooldown with someone (though it was a full workout for Greg; he had to remind himself of that sometimes).

For the past few days, Bones and Casey had taken to joining them. They kept up, and it was good to have them around; Wash wasn't going to complain.

"Another mile or so and we'll call it good."
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[personal profile] jonesiseverywhere 2015-09-03 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Kinda like slapshot drills," Casey said, finishing up his plate. Thinking about it, hockey practice was basically the same thing as running combat drills for him. Considering his weapons of choice and all.

Pfft, Greg's gone completely red. "Yeah! Got the right seeds and you could make some pretty wicked hybrids! Like thorn bushes that poison the Nox the moment they touch it!"