<div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/boxer_zpsd12652a7-1_zpsa59d84a5-1_zpsbf2350ea.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> Last night had been brutal, tonight would be worse. Friday night, just a collection of hours ago, Louie had been bashed over the head with a metal chair. Cut with a beer can, ripped his damn cheek almost right open. There was a bandage there now, glaring and white against his skin. He bounced on balls of his feet right now, quickly breathing in and out. Sweat literally poured off of him, made his shirt stick to his back and chest, his lower back. But he had kept going, the heavy metal in the background maybe a little too loud for his neighbors (though, The boxer did indeed see Johnny skulking off to .. go grocery shopping), lest they were actually home. Powder blue eyes flicked to meet the wall clock, an old yellowing face that always told the time two minutes too slow. He blinked back a bead of sweat from his eyelid and uttered a few soft grunts, one after the other with each jump. His calves were on fire, a red flush painting his upper cheeks, his chest and his shoulders. His heart was going like a scared rabbit and he only had.. one more minute to go. He watched the clock intently, the rope almost moving of it's own accord, without the movement of his wrists it would look like. <br/><br/> Done!! Louie came to a sudden stop and immediately bent at the waist to clutch at his knees with bare hands, perpetually bruised and scarred. They never hurt though. Louie liked to joke that he had been knocked in the head so many times that any signals of pain were a waste on the soup can of his brain. The Palooka panted hard for a moment, collecting his composure. This next process, he needed to look at least a little presentable. He slowly pulled to standing and shuffled into the bathroom, discarding the jump rope by his bed side. Minutes later, there was the sound of hissing water from the rusted shower head. The stream always came out in broken and uneven squirts. It made noises.. and it didn't matter what the hell setting you put the temperature on, you were either burning the skin off your back and balls with the heat, or your lips turned blue from the cold. Always a surprise. Louie winced and grit his teeth when he the water started up, hitting the shower curtain and the porcelain below. He yelped when he got under, shit was hot. Had to do this real quick. He did.. it took all of five minutes to wash the workout off of him. <br/><br/> Before every match, Louie liked to pay a visit to the higher spirits that be. He didn't really know if she actually <em>could</em> see the future, or if what was saying was all bull shit. He didn't care much either way.. he was a very superstitious lad. Plus, Runa had a pair worth slaying dragons over. So sue him, he was a man. Louie dried himself and dressed. He wore battered red high tops, a pair of distressed knee shorts and a white T-shirt, one without the bib of sweat around the back and chest. His short black hair was raked forward to sit against his forehead, and .. well there wasn't much he could do with his face. The bandages stayed, and made a contradiction of the gold watch he wore. He was italian, he<em> loved</em> gold. A tiny gold crucifix rested on the firm plane of his chest. He gave himself the once over for all of two seconds and collected his bag, a draw string knap sack he carried his mouth gaurd, lucky fight shorts, and training tape in. It bounced against his back when he walked out, making a casual journey to The Occult De Mevielle to see Runa.. see what he was in store for tonight. He was a favorite amongst betters for a reason, he didn't fuck around.. but it was nice to have a little reassurance in the form of a sexy fortune teller to tell you how lucky you were going to get. <br/><br/> The New York Native didn't take long in closing the distance between Carnies Quarters and Runas tent. He slipped a ruined hand between the tents opening and opened it up, his shadow stretching across the ground when he did this. "Eh Runa, Come ta get some good news from ya again" he said, greeting her with a white smile that touched the ice blue rings of his irises. He sauntered in and waited for her cue.. whether or not she was ready for guests. <br/><br/> <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span>