Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 20, 2016 22:15:14 GMT -5
The sounds of skin against canvas echoed the nearly vacant gym. Nearly vacant because one particular individual was clearly the source of those sounds. He stood there, his arms raised up in a bit of a protective stance. His body swaying from side to side, almost in tune with whatever music providing background noise. This had been going on for a while, the bared torso of Laroux covered with a noticeable layer of sweat. The expression on his face was one of determination and focus, but on the inside, his thoughts practically had their way with him. Doubt, anger, resentment, all of those feelings played with his head.
I don't even wanna be here anymore.
Why the fuck did I let Evan talk me into this?
Maybe I could just...not show up.
God damn it, I hate this place. [/i]
Taped fists clenching even tighter, those punches against that bag sounded louder than before, threatening to drown out the music. With each punch thrown, Laroux was hoping...begging for the building pain in his hands to drown out those thoughts. The only other conceivable option laid in a black bag off to the side. That option wasn't one he wanted to take yet. That was more of a last ditch effort route.
It's not supposed to be like this.
I'm better than this.
Why can't I win a fuckin’ match here?
What am I doing wrong? [/i]
Those thoughts plagued him, driving him absolutely crazy. His features tightened, those trembling hands being driven into the bag wildly, losing all sense of focus. Yelling out at the tops of his lungs, he sent another shot into that bag before nearly collapsing into it. Wrapping those burning arms around the top of the bag, he held tightly, his head shaking back and forth slowly.
Am I not g… [/i]
Unable to complete that last thought, his attention grabbed by the notification tone from his cellphone. He shoved off of that punching bag before making his way over towards the black gym bag. Pulling the zipper open, he opened up the bag, reaching in to grab up that cellphone.
“Hey, where are you at?” A soft female voice emitted from the other side, Laroux’s expression softening at the sound. Just hearing that voice was enough to relax him a bit.
“Just at the gym, gonna pack up and haul ass soon. Got this signing thing.” Holding that phone against the side of his head, Laroux sat down on the edge of a bench, lowering his head a bit. Sighing softly, that look of total defeat remained in the background of his features, creeping closer and closer to the surface.
“You alright? You sound kinda down.” The note of concern was clear in that voice.
“Nah, I'm good. I'm just really tired, y’know? I actually think I'm gonna just head back to the apartment after the signing and crash for a little.” Not a single movement was made as he said those words.
“It's okay, we'll catch up later. Get some rest.” Her words were reassuring, causing the slightest hint of a smile to show on his face. “I'll call you tonight.” And with that, the conversation was over. Dropping that phone back into his bag, he looked down into it, his heart beginning to race, those feelings of doubt returning to the surface.
Grabbing hold of something, he pulled an unlabeled pill bottle from the bag. Another quick search would result in an unlabeled water bottle, filled with anything but water being pulled free. The pill bottle was opened and two white pills dropped into his hand. Putting the lid back on the bottle he let it drop back into the bag. He unscrewed the lid off of the water bottle next. Tossing those two pills into his mouth, he washed them down with a long drink from that bottle. His eyes clenching shut tightly, he sighed out in content. That smirk returning, he placed the bottle back into the bag before pulling the cellphone back out and dialing a quick number.
”Hey Linda, this is Xavier. I'm gonna hafta cancel my appearance today. I got caught up in a three car pile up.” The look on Laroux’s face told the whole story as he fabricated that story rather quickly.
”Oh my god, are you okay?” That voice sounded genuinely concerned. ”Forget the signing, you get to the hospital and get checked out. I'll handle everything that needs to be handled. Talk to you soon.” Ending the call, Laroux returned the phone into the bag, zipping it shut. Snatching the bag up, Xavier closed his eyes, feeling the waves of doubt just wash away as he walked out of that gym.
Entering that black jeep parked outside, he unzipped the bag, digging for his keys. Firing that vehicle up, he pulled out of that parking lot, aiming back towards his destination. On the way back, he would occasionally swerve to one side or the other but Laroux would catch himself before it got to be too much. The closer he got to his stop, he felt himself slipping further and further.
Eventually making it to his apartment in one piece, Laroux parked rather crookedly in a random parking spot in front of an apartment complex. Turning it off, he took the keys, doing his best to climb out of that jeep. Successfully doing so, without busting his ass, Laroux would stumble up towards that flight of stairs.
Stopping at the bottom, half closed eyes stared up at the top. Clearly rocked by the earlier combination, he leaned into the banister, approaching those stairs much like a mountain climber would. Finally having drug himself up to that top step, he staggered down the hallway, almost bouncing from wall to wall.
Finally, he found his door as he unlocked it. Making his way into that apartment, those nearly closed eyes caught sight of the black leather couch. Shutting the door behind him, he stumbled across that floor, swaying a bit before reaching that couch. Unable to keep going, Laroux just stopped fighting it, letting himself drop to his knees, falling against that couch. Laying his upper half across the cushion of that couch, those eyes closing completely.
”Aint..nobody..better.” No sooner than he got those words out, he slipped, falling into unconsciousness. No self-doubt, no worries of not being good enough, no mental flooding of current losses. Just...out like a light.
I don't even wanna be here anymore.
Why the fuck did I let Evan talk me into this?
Maybe I could just...not show up.
God damn it, I hate this place. [/i]
Taped fists clenching even tighter, those punches against that bag sounded louder than before, threatening to drown out the music. With each punch thrown, Laroux was hoping...begging for the building pain in his hands to drown out those thoughts. The only other conceivable option laid in a black bag off to the side. That option wasn't one he wanted to take yet. That was more of a last ditch effort route.
It's not supposed to be like this.
I'm better than this.
Why can't I win a fuckin’ match here?
What am I doing wrong? [/i]
Those thoughts plagued him, driving him absolutely crazy. His features tightened, those trembling hands being driven into the bag wildly, losing all sense of focus. Yelling out at the tops of his lungs, he sent another shot into that bag before nearly collapsing into it. Wrapping those burning arms around the top of the bag, he held tightly, his head shaking back and forth slowly.
Am I not g… [/i]
Unable to complete that last thought, his attention grabbed by the notification tone from his cellphone. He shoved off of that punching bag before making his way over towards the black gym bag. Pulling the zipper open, he opened up the bag, reaching in to grab up that cellphone.
“Hey, where are you at?” A soft female voice emitted from the other side, Laroux’s expression softening at the sound. Just hearing that voice was enough to relax him a bit.
“Just at the gym, gonna pack up and haul ass soon. Got this signing thing.” Holding that phone against the side of his head, Laroux sat down on the edge of a bench, lowering his head a bit. Sighing softly, that look of total defeat remained in the background of his features, creeping closer and closer to the surface.
“You alright? You sound kinda down.” The note of concern was clear in that voice.
“Nah, I'm good. I'm just really tired, y’know? I actually think I'm gonna just head back to the apartment after the signing and crash for a little.” Not a single movement was made as he said those words.
“It's okay, we'll catch up later. Get some rest.” Her words were reassuring, causing the slightest hint of a smile to show on his face. “I'll call you tonight.” And with that, the conversation was over. Dropping that phone back into his bag, he looked down into it, his heart beginning to race, those feelings of doubt returning to the surface.
Grabbing hold of something, he pulled an unlabeled pill bottle from the bag. Another quick search would result in an unlabeled water bottle, filled with anything but water being pulled free. The pill bottle was opened and two white pills dropped into his hand. Putting the lid back on the bottle he let it drop back into the bag. He unscrewed the lid off of the water bottle next. Tossing those two pills into his mouth, he washed them down with a long drink from that bottle. His eyes clenching shut tightly, he sighed out in content. That smirk returning, he placed the bottle back into the bag before pulling the cellphone back out and dialing a quick number.
”Hey Linda, this is Xavier. I'm gonna hafta cancel my appearance today. I got caught up in a three car pile up.” The look on Laroux’s face told the whole story as he fabricated that story rather quickly.
”Oh my god, are you okay?” That voice sounded genuinely concerned. ”Forget the signing, you get to the hospital and get checked out. I'll handle everything that needs to be handled. Talk to you soon.” Ending the call, Laroux returned the phone into the bag, zipping it shut. Snatching the bag up, Xavier closed his eyes, feeling the waves of doubt just wash away as he walked out of that gym.
Entering that black jeep parked outside, he unzipped the bag, digging for his keys. Firing that vehicle up, he pulled out of that parking lot, aiming back towards his destination. On the way back, he would occasionally swerve to one side or the other but Laroux would catch himself before it got to be too much. The closer he got to his stop, he felt himself slipping further and further.
Eventually making it to his apartment in one piece, Laroux parked rather crookedly in a random parking spot in front of an apartment complex. Turning it off, he took the keys, doing his best to climb out of that jeep. Successfully doing so, without busting his ass, Laroux would stumble up towards that flight of stairs.
Stopping at the bottom, half closed eyes stared up at the top. Clearly rocked by the earlier combination, he leaned into the banister, approaching those stairs much like a mountain climber would. Finally having drug himself up to that top step, he staggered down the hallway, almost bouncing from wall to wall.
Finally, he found his door as he unlocked it. Making his way into that apartment, those nearly closed eyes caught sight of the black leather couch. Shutting the door behind him, he stumbled across that floor, swaying a bit before reaching that couch. Unable to keep going, Laroux just stopped fighting it, letting himself drop to his knees, falling against that couch. Laying his upper half across the cushion of that couch, those eyes closing completely.
”Aint..nobody..better.” No sooner than he got those words out, he slipped, falling into unconsciousness. No self-doubt, no worries of not being good enough, no mental flooding of current losses. Just...out like a light.