Working out Anger

[Ryuji]

Ryuji entered the gym around noon that Saturday and glanced around, breathing deeply. He loved the smell of sweat and rubber and blood, mingled together in this seemingly holy place. This was his religion. But he was not here to worship today. He stretched shortly before beginning pounding the punching bag in the corner, alternating punches and kicks randomly. He was wholly focused on the task ahead.
He had just received a letter from his soon to be ex-wife. Actually, he'd received a letter from her lawyer, informing him that she would soon BE his ex wife. Not that he hadn't known They hadn't lived together in years - she resided in the town of Kliport, but they rarely saw each other. But still, thinking of her and then thinking of their young children - it made him boil with rage.
He pounded the bag with increasing power and anger. Sweat dripped down his face and his shirt and shorts were soaked. He hadn't even bothered to change into his gi. He screamed Kiai's in almost terrifying anger and loss of control. She wanted to move with the children to Australia - he would see them much less than he already did. His fists began to bleed and his legs began to turn red and raw from his force - behind incorrectly applied attacks. He wasn't focusing on perfection, only on working out this boiling, unceasing rage. "AAAAHHHH!!" He screamed, seemingly possessed, and he kicked the bag, so hard it was ripped off the chains holding it to the ceiling and sent flying through the air, landing with a THUMP and a SLIDE ten feet away. He screamed bloody murder in his frustration, turning to find something else to hit. Finding the next bag over, he went to work on it, his anger not diminished. If anything, it had increased.

[MeiMei]

She was on her lunch hour and was on her way int the gym. She heard several noises, and just assumed sensei was correcting people for putting things in the wrong places after trying to do workouts.

She peered through the window of the door, seeing a pretty scary looking sensei and hearing the screams, she quickly ducked, trembleing she just sort of sat there blinking like a moron.

[Ai]

Ai was walking past the gym when she heard sounds. She walked to the entrance and saw a very angry and nearly red faced Ryuji Sensei pounding a punching bag like no one's business. She ran to a nearby corner where she still could see Ryuji Sensei and squat down. took out a notebook and pen that was conveniently with her and started jotting down noted on how Ryuji Sensei worked out his anger and the way that he pounded the punching bag. This would help her very much in her martial arts as she got to learn more from this display of anger. The reason that she did not go in was because she knew that Ryuji Sensei needed to work this out alone and vent his anger alone.

[Ryuji]

Ryuji continued to pound the bag, his anger forcing it's way out in sweat, blood, and, almost shamefully, tears. He loved his children - Max was 6, a beautiful brown haired youngster. He was the spitting image of his mother, but sweet and eager to learn, like Ryuji. His joy was the weekends and holidays he spent with his children - seeing their faces light up and their soft-gripped hugs... he couldn't live without that. His daughter, Francesca, was a precocious 8 year old. She loved martial arts like he did, and sped through school. He bought her book after book, which she tore apart, learning EVERYTHING. He screamed with frustration. "AAAAHHHHH!!" There was nothing he could do. He pounded the bag with his fists, blood dripping onto the floor. Legally, he had no parental rights. Their "joint custody" was agreed upon mutually, not through the courts. She could leave if she wanted to. He kicked the bag, again and again, tears streaming down his face. He remembered what his sensei had told him; Pain is Weakness, Leaving the Body" - He stopped crying. He punched the bag, then kicked it, ducking as it spun back toward him, returning to pounding the bag relentlessly.

[Ai]

When Ai saw the tears rolling down Ryuji sensei's face, she kept her notebook and pen grimly and walked away. She should let him grieve over whatever he was grieving over She knew he will nake it through as he was strong. One way or another he will make it through.

[MeiMei]

MeiMei stood and she actually decided to enter and risk sensei's wrath. If he noticed her she would bow right away and apologize, but he was bearly in his right frame of mind from what she had heard from inside the room.

[Ryuji]

Ryuji was oblivious to MeiMei's entrance. He continued to pound the bag. He was tiring, but refused to admit to himself as much. He didn't want to stop. He didn't want to think anymore. He didn't understand anything anymore.

[MeiMei]

Her teal eyes narrowed with shock... she slightly trembled and took a step back, almsot tripping over her own two feet. Real graceful since hr file has her records of ballet and being a kunoichi.

[Ryuji]

Ryuji turned at the noise, the first he'd heard since he'd come in, a century ago it seemed now. Seeing who it was, her turned back to the bag, kicked it once, and then turned on his heel and left the gym, leaving behind a puddle of sweat, a broken bag, and none of his anger, frustration, and depression.

[MeiMei]

(Ow I just hit my head. ><)

She felt her knees buckle and drop her down onto the ground. She had never seen such anger, she dind't think anyhting like that could ever come from her sensei... she would actually at this point admit it she was scared.