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WHERE: Thunder Dojo
WHEN: Saturday evening
SUMMARY: The last time they met, James gave Eddie a brief beatdown, now it's Eddie's turn. Possibly.
WARNINGS: Mild violence, James Bond
FORMAT: Words
After the week Bond has had, it's not difficult for him to wash down several generous glasses of vodka before he leaves the house, they're barely savoured, quickly downed in an attempt to get in the car and drive to the dojo before he ends up off his face. He's even brought along the rest of the bottle with him and in typical Bond luck, it's unlikely he'll get pulled over for it.
The Jag is parked around the back while James drags himself out, slinks around to the rear door with his bottle of voddy and sets to breaking in. There's not much in the way of security, what with there being very little worth stealing, so it's not a hard task for the spy to jimmy the lock. He's early to the meeting. Early enough to be inside perched on a side bench and wrapping his hands in a familiar fighting routine, something to keep his mind away from his current annoyances and woes of late.
The dojo's a simple affair, training mats and dummies set around the area to practice on, with a fighters ring set on the floor. James is even dressed appropriately, a t-shirt and sweat-pants and kicked off his shoes after stepping inside.
doubleoohbaby and enigmaestroWHERE: Thunder Dojo
WHEN: Saturday evening
SUMMARY: The last time they met, James gave Eddie a brief beatdown, now it's Eddie's turn. Possibly.
WARNINGS: Mild violence, James Bond
FORMAT: Words
After the week Bond has had, it's not difficult for him to wash down several generous glasses of vodka before he leaves the house, they're barely savoured, quickly downed in an attempt to get in the car and drive to the dojo before he ends up off his face. He's even brought along the rest of the bottle with him and in typical Bond luck, it's unlikely he'll get pulled over for it.
The Jag is parked around the back while James drags himself out, slinks around to the rear door with his bottle of voddy and sets to breaking in. There's not much in the way of security, what with there being very little worth stealing, so it's not a hard task for the spy to jimmy the lock. He's early to the meeting. Early enough to be inside perched on a side bench and wrapping his hands in a familiar fighting routine, something to keep his mind away from his current annoyances and woes of late.
The dojo's a simple affair, training mats and dummies set around the area to practice on, with a fighters ring set on the floor. James is even dressed appropriately, a t-shirt and sweat-pants and kicked off his shoes after stepping inside.