Jack Pine
Inactive Member
188604/S6 facility/training room/ after the party....
Jack slammed his fist away at the punching bag. The training room had been setup for exercise and not wargames. He wore a white tank, boots, and jeans. He had been there for an hour at least, time lost as he worked up a sweat. His mind was filled with thoughts of the recent victory, Lazarus, the past, and what would possibly be the future.
Footsteps could be heard as Mark approached, not dressed much different save a t-shirt instead of a tank top.
"I know that look. Your pissed about something, and I have an idea of what. Talk to me.", Mark said concerned as he leaned against the wall just off to the side.
"Too bad, I'm not going to. It won't help.", Jack said with a grunt as he gave a particularly forceful strike to the bag.
"Jack, listen, the past is the past. We need to move forward. It's why we do what we do isn't it? To not rep-.", Mark began before getting cut off.
"What do you think you know! For sixth months you were off finding some bullshit inner peace. While I've been here having the past shoved in my face over and over again. That monster is the past Mark. And he's come to collect on our sins! So don't say you know, don't say you understand, and don't you dare say move on.", Jack snapped abandoning the punching bag.
Jack slammed his fist away at the punching bag. The training room had been setup for exercise and not wargames. He wore a white tank, boots, and jeans. He had been there for an hour at least, time lost as he worked up a sweat. His mind was filled with thoughts of the recent victory, Lazarus, the past, and what would possibly be the future.
Footsteps could be heard as Mark approached, not dressed much different save a t-shirt instead of a tank top.
"I know that look. Your pissed about something, and I have an idea of what. Talk to me.", Mark said concerned as he leaned against the wall just off to the side.
"Too bad, I'm not going to. It won't help.", Jack said with a grunt as he gave a particularly forceful strike to the bag.
"Jack, listen, the past is the past. We need to move forward. It's why we do what we do isn't it? To not rep-.", Mark began before getting cut off.
"What do you think you know! For sixth months you were off finding some bullshit inner peace. While I've been here having the past shoved in my face over and over again. That monster is the past Mark. And he's come to collect on our sins! So don't say you know, don't say you understand, and don't you dare say move on.", Jack snapped abandoning the punching bag.