Cat and Mouse // Victor & Aiden
Victor leaves Aiden very specific instructions, slid under his door. He raps his knuckles across the old dorm room door and then walks away quickly. It should be enough to wake the kid up, if he isn’t up already.
It’s Wednesday, the date of their first little outing. Victor’s bag is heavy on his back, full of supplies that may or may not be necessary for their little outing today. It’s about time for Aiden to get started on his path, his new fate. Today will be the day that he starts swimming, or sinks to the bottom. Victor’s excited to see which it is. He’s in the park, a place full of fond and unpleasant memories, but ultimately a place very close to the exit they’ll be using today. Victor’s on a park bench, looking up at the clouds behind his sunglasses.
He only looks down to checks the watch on his arm, double checking the time. It’s nine-fifteen, which means Aiden has fifteen minutes to show up. If he’s one minute late, the deal will be off. Victor’s very serious about his punctuality, and if Aiden wants his training, he’ll be on time. If he wants his approval, he’ll be early.
Aiden sits on the floor of his dorm where it's still stuffy and probably hotter than it is outside. It had been ages, or so it felt, since he's actually worked out, not including running for his life or raising his fists to hit a human punching bag. But before then, what would have been the point? He wasn't stuck doing anything that required any sort of vigorous activity. Normally, that's okay for him, seeing as laying in his bed and playing video games while stoned or drunk was a good chunk of his teenage years and his preferred method of existing. He never had to worry about death on a daily basis like he does now.
Bobbie was right, he is pathetic and he's been heavily protected. Without the defenses he is nothing now, and had he not made it an apparent life goal to piss off the wicked and dangerous then maybe he would have been alright on his lonesome. Life doesn't allow things to always be so easy, but with a recent proposition he knows he has to have some sort of a chance. He doesn't know how to go about any sort of physical training as he's never played any sports really. Skateboarding is physical, but it didn't require laps or stretching before hand, just the bravery in knowing you might possibly break any existent bone in your body for stepping on a board with wheels. If he'd had one now, skating around Atlanta would make travel easy. He runs a hand through his unkempt dirty blonde hair and sits up on his bed the instant there's a knock at his door.
A piece of paper in on the floor, and Aiden knows. He kept track of the days, and it would be an understatement to say he's a little nervous. He ate yesterday, he has one day's worth of dried rations packed in his bag along with all of his other supplies he could fit. Aiden got ready the night before, so all he has to do is roll out of bed and throw a t-shirt on, one that's already less clean because he knows he'll be up to shit today, and wiggles his hips into his skinny jeans. Perhaps he should invest in a pair of pants that allow more flexibility, but at least his legs are scrawny enough they aren't too restricting. Aiden reads the note and realizes the time limit, he doesn't have time to dilly-dally. Victor's waiting, and there's a lot to be done today he is sure. Victor won't be merciful, which is good but also nerve-wracking. Today, he wears his boots, straps them on and heads out the door. He doesn't even bother locking it knowing that if Bobbie is relentless she can get through a lock no problem anyway.
Luckily, the park isn't as far away as some things are. Right outside the university, so he's on time. He didn't sleep as well as he would have liked, but he slept enough that being on his feet doesn't make his body achey. He steps into the sunlight and keeps moving, bumps a few people on the way, gets snapped at by some, but he doesn't respond as he's caught in tunnel vision to his destination. Victor's there sitting on a bench, staring at the clouds, and Aiden's quick power walk slows to a casual gait as he tilts his head and watches. He's such an interesting individual. Intimidating and scary sometimes, yes, but interesting.
"U-uh... good morning?" Aiden greets as he approaches, and he cranes his head back to look up and see if there's something interesting up there. Nope, just blue and white puffs, nothing out of the ordinary. He brings his eyes back down and arches a brow and says, "I didn't exercise, yet, but I ate yesterday like you suggested. What's the game plan? I'm sure it doesn't involve cloud watching, or does it?"
