[ Rin had gone to the room initially to take stock, make sure he had everything in order for the coming day he'd need them. The addition of the switchblade Keisuke had returned to him is a lucky break considering his other options are a damaged bat and shards of glass, though he's still holding out for the knives he's more accustomed to, but the rest of his own belongings are hardly anything impressive. Bandages made from the parts of his uniform he doesn't use can only do so much if a ghost can cause irreparable harm in an instant. Eventually, though, he'd needed to let out some steam, and a silent, non-living target is favourable when he has a lot on his mind.
He notices in the middle of practising, swinging fists and kicks at the dummy, that his hair is proving to be an issue, starting to get too long again now; he wouldn't care about the rest but his bangs demand attention with how obstructive they can be to his vision. He has his other senses to rely on, of course, and perhaps back in Toshima it would have been a welcomed challenge to make fights more interesting, but here it's far too dangerous to play such a game.
Speaking of games...
It's funny, in a weird way, that Rin now finds himself a participant of the next round of Hide-and-Seek. Normally, he'd never do something like this, finding the idea of the game utterly foolish with how little information they were supplied and how, from an outside view, it only seemed like a worthless endeavour that ended with many lives loss (no matter if they came back in the end). And yet all it'd took was hearing that Hiro - smart, trusting Hiro who he's grown to care about maybe a little too much - was joining for the second time to have him going too.
Of course, he wants to go to protect him, but Rin knows better than that - knows that he's unfortunately, hopelessly, infuriatingly a step behind this place; he can't fight ghosts, intangible horrors, nor could he fight the monsters he'd encountered that had snatched him up in their jaws despite any fight he'd put up. How could he possibly protect a friend in a game that had killed so many already?
The thought circles his mind countless times as he practices, just as it has for the many days since he'd made the decision, and he strikes at the dummy with a lot more force, letting out a frustrated sound that could almost be mistaken for one in pain. He halts his movements after that, shoulders and chest heaving with his pants as he leans his sweaty forehead against the dummy, still unaware that he's no longer alone. ]
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He notices in the middle of practising, swinging fists and kicks at the dummy, that his hair is proving to be an issue, starting to get too long again now; he wouldn't care about the rest but his bangs demand attention with how obstructive they can be to his vision. He has his other senses to rely on, of course, and perhaps back in Toshima it would have been a welcomed challenge to make fights more interesting, but here it's far too dangerous to play such a game.
Speaking of games...
It's funny, in a weird way, that Rin now finds himself a participant of the next round of Hide-and-Seek. Normally, he'd never do something like this, finding the idea of the game utterly foolish with how little information they were supplied and how, from an outside view, it only seemed like a worthless endeavour that ended with many lives loss (no matter if they came back in the end). And yet all it'd took was hearing that Hiro - smart, trusting Hiro who he's grown to care about maybe a little too much - was joining for the second time to have him going too.
Of course, he wants to go to protect him, but Rin knows better than that - knows that he's unfortunately, hopelessly, infuriatingly a step behind this place; he can't fight ghosts, intangible horrors, nor could he fight the monsters he'd encountered that had snatched him up in their jaws despite any fight he'd put up. How could he possibly protect a friend in a game that had killed so many already?
The thought circles his mind countless times as he practices, just as it has for the many days since he'd made the decision, and he strikes at the dummy with a lot more force, letting out a frustrated sound that could almost be mistaken for one in pain. He halts his movements after that, shoulders and chest heaving with his pants as he leans his sweaty forehead against the dummy, still unaware that he's no longer alone. ]