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fandomtownies2014-11-13 07:07 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote in fandomtownies2014-11-13 07:07 pm
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Atlas Gym, Thursday Evening
There was a lot of stuff Atton had kept hidden over the years. Some of them were the big things - his history, the Force sensitivity. Others were smaller, like the fact he knew how to defend himself without a blaster just fine. Now, though, now he had no more reason left to hide anything, and all the reason in the world to get back in practice. It was a personal nightmare, to wind up like one of those Force users who used the Force for everything and didn't know how to work anything else. But if he wasn't going to get back into some things...
Well, he wasn't going to think about it.
He stepped onto the mat in sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt (the locals would just have to deal with the scars). No shoes. The Echani generally did this in their underwear, but Atton had a limit, and prancing around in his boxers in public was it.
Anyway. Enough thinking.
He shut his eyes. Took a deep breath. Then let his body slip into the familiar graceful, deadly patterns of the upper tiers of the Echani.
It felt better than he'd anticipated.
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Well, he wasn't going to think about it.
He stepped onto the mat in sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt (the locals would just have to deal with the scars). No shoes. The Echani generally did this in their underwear, but Atton had a limit, and prancing around in his boxers in public was it.
Anyway. Enough thinking.
He shut his eyes. Took a deep breath. Then let his body slip into the familiar graceful, deadly patterns of the upper tiers of the Echani.
It felt better than he'd anticipated.
[[ open! ]]