Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 9, 2014 7:06:07 GMT -6
It was to be another day's training. Intense training. Something Adrian was used to by now, so it didn't bother him. The plan was to make way for the arena straight after breakfast, train until considerably tired and then head for more food. That exact routine had worked out for him since he was younger, since not long after he had arrived at camp, and this was something he tended to do three or four times a week. The rest of the days, of course, he would spend attempting to charm women so that he could end up in bed with them that very night. Of course, there were a number of women Adrian never targeted for such things, Clarissa Beaumont for one. There were a few others who were more useful for their powers, so he didn't want to make them so dispensable by sleeping with them and then never speaking to them again after a night of empty promises. Honestly, most of these women should know by now that Adrian Lawley was a heartless predator, and they did know - it was just his charm that caused them to fall for him. Perhaps it was because he was of a dark character, and women were often drawn to such a thing. Amorality and badassness. Apparently it was hot.
So Adrian had eaten his breakfast on the Hades table, deciding not to stray to another table today. In part, this was because Adrian's success with women in recent days had started to fail. He was going through a dry spell at the moment, and it was mostly because his mind always ended up elsewhere and thus he would continuously make a big mistake that would cause him to lose his target. So today, he couldn't be bothered to go through it. Just not today. Unless he had another chance to flirt with Maddy, but that was highly unlikely. Anyway, in preparation for his day's training, Adrian had eaten a big breakfast. Just a little more than he usually had. Just to give him energy for the day. Then he picked something up that he could have later for lunch, without having to leave the arena for it. With a bottle of water and a towel ready in addition to this, the son of Hades went straight to the arena with a look of darkness in his eyes. He needed this. To vent his frustration, his anger. And if he accidentally killed some younger demigod who thought themselves good enough to spar against him, then so be it. He didn't care if they died. They might as well. It just meant more training for the male in the process of it.
Upon arriving at the arena, the son of Hades put his stuff on the bench and gripped onto his two swords. One in each hand. And he began to vent his anger and frustration on the training dummies. The first one didn't last long. At all. The thing was, Adrian had adopted a swift, elegant yet brutal style. It was often the case that people never saw him coming, and it meant that the male wasn't used to losing. In actual fact, he'd only really lost a spar once. And that was with Clarissa, perhaps one of the only people he could ever think of as a friend. Of course, he had sparred with her again afterwards and won the match. Anyway, his lack of losses fueled his arrogance, but it meant he was damn good at fighting.
Hours had passed and it was now gone midday. Adrian was becoming to be exhausted already, but he was still slashing apart the training dummies. A few younger demigods were watching him and talking among themselves about wanting to see how good they might be against him, thinking whether or not they could win. And one even asked him. When Adrian obliged, the younger demigod was soon being carried off to the infirmary by his friends and Adrian himself just continued training, his anger being visible through his attacks.
Eventually, Adrian succumbed to the exhaustion and took the chance to sit down on the bench with his things on. He was calming down for now, and would probably be more approachable. He drank his water and ate some of the lunch he'd taken up to the arena from the dining pavilion. He leaned his head back and looked up at the sky, allowing a deep sigh to escape his lips. "Ugh..." he muttered, turning his gaze back to the training dummies. He would have to get back to it soon, in spite of fatigue. He was going to continue this until dinner. Until late. It was how it always was, and he had managed with this routine up to now. Why would it be any different?
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OOC: Blah, idk if it's my best, but there you go. xD I hope it's alright. (: I named it deja vu because hey, I'm uncreative with names and I imagine this is the sort of scene Clarissa would have stumbled upon when first meeting him. So why not? xD
Tagged: CLARISSA BEAUMONT
So Adrian had eaten his breakfast on the Hades table, deciding not to stray to another table today. In part, this was because Adrian's success with women in recent days had started to fail. He was going through a dry spell at the moment, and it was mostly because his mind always ended up elsewhere and thus he would continuously make a big mistake that would cause him to lose his target. So today, he couldn't be bothered to go through it. Just not today. Unless he had another chance to flirt with Maddy, but that was highly unlikely. Anyway, in preparation for his day's training, Adrian had eaten a big breakfast. Just a little more than he usually had. Just to give him energy for the day. Then he picked something up that he could have later for lunch, without having to leave the arena for it. With a bottle of water and a towel ready in addition to this, the son of Hades went straight to the arena with a look of darkness in his eyes. He needed this. To vent his frustration, his anger. And if he accidentally killed some younger demigod who thought themselves good enough to spar against him, then so be it. He didn't care if they died. They might as well. It just meant more training for the male in the process of it.
Upon arriving at the arena, the son of Hades put his stuff on the bench and gripped onto his two swords. One in each hand. And he began to vent his anger and frustration on the training dummies. The first one didn't last long. At all. The thing was, Adrian had adopted a swift, elegant yet brutal style. It was often the case that people never saw him coming, and it meant that the male wasn't used to losing. In actual fact, he'd only really lost a spar once. And that was with Clarissa, perhaps one of the only people he could ever think of as a friend. Of course, he had sparred with her again afterwards and won the match. Anyway, his lack of losses fueled his arrogance, but it meant he was damn good at fighting.
Hours had passed and it was now gone midday. Adrian was becoming to be exhausted already, but he was still slashing apart the training dummies. A few younger demigods were watching him and talking among themselves about wanting to see how good they might be against him, thinking whether or not they could win. And one even asked him. When Adrian obliged, the younger demigod was soon being carried off to the infirmary by his friends and Adrian himself just continued training, his anger being visible through his attacks.
Eventually, Adrian succumbed to the exhaustion and took the chance to sit down on the bench with his things on. He was calming down for now, and would probably be more approachable. He drank his water and ate some of the lunch he'd taken up to the arena from the dining pavilion. He leaned his head back and looked up at the sky, allowing a deep sigh to escape his lips. "Ugh..." he muttered, turning his gaze back to the training dummies. He would have to get back to it soon, in spite of fatigue. He was going to continue this until dinner. Until late. It was how it always was, and he had managed with this routine up to now. Why would it be any different?
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OOC: Blah, idk if it's my best, but there you go. xD I hope it's alright. (: I named it deja vu because hey, I'm uncreative with names and I imagine this is the sort of scene Clarissa would have stumbled upon when first meeting him. So why not? xD
Tagged: CLARISSA BEAUMONT
