What's this? -Solo-
Feb 7, 2017 15:59:36 GMT
Post by Duncan Van Zan on Feb 7, 2017 15:59:36 GMT
One, two. One, two, cross. One, two, three.
The rhythmic thuds of his padded fists against the heavy bag and his breathing is all that could be heard in the small garage that he worked out in. It was nice, being able to train alone. His parents paid for him to go to the local gym, but that was mainly so he wouldn't get into their hair. Preferring solitude over a crowded gym, he used the little money he scrapped up and bought some of his own things. A heavy bag, a speed bag, some some weights is all he had, but it was enough.
Finishing up, he removes his gloves and tosses them onto a small bench but he knocks something into the floor. “What the...?” He wonders out load. He doesn't remember putting anything on the bench. As he walks over, the small thing that fell lights up and starts beeping. Duncan picks up the small device and turns it over in his hand. It looked like a pager, or some type of pocket game. It was black with red grips, and even though he had never seen it before, it had his Spartan Wolf design on the back.
“What is this thing?” He mutters to himself.
“Why, Its a Digivice! What else would it be?” A squeaky voice chimes in from behind Duncan, startling him and making him fall backwards. He trips on a dumbbell and falls, hitting his head hard on the ground. The last thing he remembers before he loses consciousness is a small blue fuzz ball with bright yellow eyes bouncing toward him.
The rhythmic thuds of his padded fists against the heavy bag and his breathing is all that could be heard in the small garage that he worked out in. It was nice, being able to train alone. His parents paid for him to go to the local gym, but that was mainly so he wouldn't get into their hair. Preferring solitude over a crowded gym, he used the little money he scrapped up and bought some of his own things. A heavy bag, a speed bag, some some weights is all he had, but it was enough.
Finishing up, he removes his gloves and tosses them onto a small bench but he knocks something into the floor. “What the...?” He wonders out load. He doesn't remember putting anything on the bench. As he walks over, the small thing that fell lights up and starts beeping. Duncan picks up the small device and turns it over in his hand. It looked like a pager, or some type of pocket game. It was black with red grips, and even though he had never seen it before, it had his Spartan Wolf design on the back.
“What is this thing?” He mutters to himself.
“Why, Its a Digivice! What else would it be?” A squeaky voice chimes in from behind Duncan, startling him and making him fall backwards. He trips on a dumbbell and falls, hitting his head hard on the ground. The last thing he remembers before he loses consciousness is a small blue fuzz ball with bright yellow eyes bouncing toward him.
