Post by logan thorne on Dec 22, 2014 20:11:36 GMT
| ▶ | Logan released a sigh as he sat back, watching the training session from the back of the gynasium, sat comfortably on the highest point of the bleachers where everything was in view. A class wasn't currently in session, having already finished for the day, so the few students who were paired up were simply keeping the lessons burned in their mind. Or perhaps they were just looking to waste some time with some good old violence. Either way, he was alright with it so long as they didn't go overboard. Of course, keeping tabs of the students wasn't exactly his reason for lingering, the garchomp not there to babysit. No he was afraid his reasoning was more dire. He was in hiding. Not exactly the best place to accomplish that, the gymnasium being one of the first places he was sure people would look for him given his involvement with it, but that was why he sat at the very top. Should they find him, they'd have to traverse the mountain of bleachers just to reach him. Ah but the question was; why was he even hiding in the first place? Well don't get him wrong, he certainly loved his job, teaching his students how to fight and be the best they could be, but the less attractive aspect was the least eventful. Being head instructor, he had extra duties expected of him, such as keeping up reports of how his department was running and whatnot, a duty he unfortunately seemed to have trouble keeping up to date with. He preferred actions, which spoke louder than words in his opinion, but administration liked to remain professional and wanted it on paper. When he didn't get it to them fast enough (which often was sign he'd forgotten), they'd usually send a brave soul to go remind him which he found to be annoying. He'd have to get together the rest of the battle instructor crew and have a sit down to discuss how things were going which was rather tedious. All in all, something he'd rather avoid. Logan knew he'd have to get to it eventually, as much as he wished he could get an assistant or something to do the dirty work for him, but he liked to do it at his own pace if he was to do it at all. Right now? He didn't feel like doing it. But he knew for a fact someone would be hounding him down. Till that moment came, he was going to enjoy some time to himself. |
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