Post by finisque on Feb 4, 2011 14:48:41 GMT -5
It was the weekend.
Finally, there were no lessons. Moreover, no annoying students crowding the gym. Most of them were still sleeping or lazing in their beds. It was the morning of a weekend, after all, and most students just wanted to rest after a tiring week packed with lessons.
Vash, however, found himself one of the few people who bothered waking up early on the weekend to go to the gym. While the week had been tiring, he'd made sure to get enough sleep before, so he was able to be alert while he practiced. The gym was nearly empty, though, and hardly anyone was training.
Not that he was complaining; not at all. He enjoyed the quietness of the gym. He was able to finally concentrate fully on his shooting, without any hindrances.
He moved towards the target shooting area, feeling contented. He hadn't been able to practice for the past few days--he'd been too busy with schoolwork and other things to do so. Seeing the target shooting area was, in a sense, like a relief to him. Shooting was something that calmed him. The familiar feel of his gun, the aiming at the target, and the pulling of the trigger.
However, when Vash reached, he realised he wasn't the only one there--unusual, seeing that not many people frequented the target shooting area. The person was a blond haired boy, who was standing in front of one of the targets. He wasn't carrying a gun, though, which struck Vash as odd. He situated himself next to the blond, though, and didn't comment on it. It was none of his business what the other did.
Finally, there were no lessons. Moreover, no annoying students crowding the gym. Most of them were still sleeping or lazing in their beds. It was the morning of a weekend, after all, and most students just wanted to rest after a tiring week packed with lessons.
Vash, however, found himself one of the few people who bothered waking up early on the weekend to go to the gym. While the week had been tiring, he'd made sure to get enough sleep before, so he was able to be alert while he practiced. The gym was nearly empty, though, and hardly anyone was training.
Not that he was complaining; not at all. He enjoyed the quietness of the gym. He was able to finally concentrate fully on his shooting, without any hindrances.
He moved towards the target shooting area, feeling contented. He hadn't been able to practice for the past few days--he'd been too busy with schoolwork and other things to do so. Seeing the target shooting area was, in a sense, like a relief to him. Shooting was something that calmed him. The familiar feel of his gun, the aiming at the target, and the pulling of the trigger.
However, when Vash reached, he realised he wasn't the only one there--unusual, seeing that not many people frequented the target shooting area. The person was a blond haired boy, who was standing in front of one of the targets. He wasn't carrying a gun, though, which struck Vash as odd. He situated himself next to the blond, though, and didn't comment on it. It was none of his business what the other did.