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wholeworldoutthere) wrote2013-02-19 06:41 am
wholeworldoutthere) wrote2013-02-19 06:41 am
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February 14
Klaus needs to tear something to pieces.
Preferably someone, and preferably every single person that had a hand in Finn's death, and everyone that's ever made Caroline feel quite so insecure, and think quite so lowly of herself.
Of course, neither one of these options is going to happen.
So he heads over to Level 3, because it's usually the least populated floor, and to the nearest sparring room. It is thankfully empty, and he starts laying into the punching bag without wrapping up his knuckles and without a care for the bag or for his hands. He can't think of anything more clichéd than letting steam out on a punching bag, but it's either that or going on a rampage, tearing through throats and drinking his fill from the next ten persons he runs into.
He'd rather be a cliché than risk Caroline's and his life.
Preferably someone, and preferably every single person that had a hand in Finn's death, and everyone that's ever made Caroline feel quite so insecure, and think quite so lowly of herself.
Of course, neither one of these options is going to happen.
So he heads over to Level 3, because it's usually the least populated floor, and to the nearest sparring room. It is thankfully empty, and he starts laying into the punching bag without wrapping up his knuckles and without a care for the bag or for his hands. He can't think of anything more clichéd than letting steam out on a punching bag, but it's either that or going on a rampage, tearing through throats and drinking his fill from the next ten persons he runs into.
He'd rather be a cliché than risk Caroline's and his life.
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"Yeah, you're right. There's probably a better day to talk about you kickin the crap out of Caroline."
He glares a moment more, and turns to go, muttering, "...you candy ass freakshow."