It's like a Dance

Torin Laufeyson, professional boxer, nice to meet you. ((Independent rp blog, I'll rp with anyone from any fandom~ ))

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Neil DeGrasse Tyson Ruins Your Zombie Fantasies Forever - Video

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GOOD

[lotolle]

Pffft, the poor guy looks so disillusioned now. You poopie, you had to ruin zombies. 

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"You’re not home enough to use it and I usually don’t watch anything but your fights or whatever movies I pick up while I’m out walking around." Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his brother’s melodramatics Teo did nudge his cat off his stomach and sit himself up. "I know you’re not happy about being back so soon but I can’t do that. Your manager might have something to say about leaving with a muscle injury and coming back in a box."

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Torin gave a hum at the response, debating whether or not to sign up for it just for the moment. Eyes drifted towards Teo as he sat up. 

"I think this is a little more than a muscle injury." He arched a brow, though his gaze quickly returned to the television. Broken bone was definitely not the same thing.

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As happy as he should have been to have his brother back home so soon, Teo was anything but happy. Even though they’d already made up after what happened last time he was still a little nervous, and more then upset that some asshole had not only hurt his brother but ruined his chances of getting to box again as well. At least he wasn’t in the hospital anymore.

"I could go get a couple of movies?" he suggested from where he was laid out on the floor. One hand behind his head and the other petting Jotty, who was curled up on his stomach.

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"Remind me why we don't have Netflix again?"

  His eyes didn't stray from the television set where they were fixed. He switched the channel for the umpteenth time, resisting the urge to throw the remote. 

"...Don't worry about it. I'm just sick of watching TV, really." But there was nothing else to do. "Four weeks of this--Teo, I'm going to die. Just put me out of my misery right now." Melodramatic perhaps, but it was easier to joke about things than actually dwell on it. He'd been doing enough of that at the hospital. 

[rushinwithfists]

To say he was glad to get out of the hospital was a huge understatement. Despite the predicament, he'd much rather be home than in the hospital (he would rather be preparing for his next fight, not dealing with this but he wasn't going to dwell on that). Which was why the television was on and he was trying to watch it while ignoring the radiating pain of his shoulder (and knee but that wasn't as bad). The fingers of his left hand fidgeted with the remote.

  "...You know, I'm glad I'm not in the hospital but there's shit on." 

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YOU MIGHT GET MARRIED ONE DAY AND GET TO LIVE WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND AND DECORATE YOUR HOME WITH THEM AND DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER LIKE WATCH LATE NIGHT INFORMERCIALS JUST BECAUSE AND SEE THEIR SLEEPY FACE WHEN THEY WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND HAVE A SECRET HANDSHAKE AND BE REALLY WEIRD WITH THEM AND THEY’LL STILL LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT AND IF THE POSSIBILITY OF ALL OF THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU SMILE IDK WHAT WILL

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[text] I know it's a few days late but happy birthday Torin. I hope you had a good one.

[text] It’s alright. Thanks Teo. It wasn’t too bad. 

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Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

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MEET THE MUSE

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  ABOUT ME

► Name ➔  Torin Laufeyson ► Will you answer all questions truthfully ➔ I guess ► Are you single ➔ Yeah ► Are you happy ➔ Not really. ► Are you angry? ➔ Always ► Are your parents still married ➔ Hah.

TEN FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ (wait i legit dont know this) ► Hair Color ➔ Blond ► Eye Color ➔  Blue ► Birthday ➔ Novembr 12 ► Mood ➔ I'm okay. ► Gender ➔ Male ► Lefty or Righty ➔ Right  ► Summer or winter ➔ Winter ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Morning

TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE 

► Are you in love ➔ Never been. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Do you think this is some kind of fairy tale bullshit? ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ Me. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Definitely. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ No. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Probably. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Doubt it.

TEN CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Lust ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Iced Tea ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Dogs, for sure. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Few best friends.  ► Television or internet ➔ Television. But internet isn't bad either. ► Pepsi or Coke ➔ Coke ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Neither ► Day or night ➔ Night ► IM or Phone ➔ Phone

TEN HAVE YOU EVER

► Been caught sneaking out ➔  Too afraid to sneak out. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Once or twice ► White water rafted ➔ Yes ► Finished an entire jawbreaker ➔ When I was a kid I guess. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ .... ► Prank called a store ➔ Nope ► Skipped school ➔ Sometimes ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Yes

TEN PREFERENCES 

► Smile or eyes ➔ Smile ► Light or dark hair ➔ Depends I guess. ► Fat or skinny ➔ Thin. ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Shorter ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Both if its for a serious relationship. ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Kinda sick of hook-ups. ► Funny and poor OR rich and serious ➔ I guess funny and poor. 

RELATIONSHIPS

► Are you in a committed relationship ➔ Nope. ► When was your last relationship ➔ If you want to call the last one a 'relationship, I guess four years ago or so. ► Do you still love them ➔ Not possible.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ Usually. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life”➔ I dunno. ► Have you ever run away from home ➔Dreamed of it. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No. ► If so, how long ➔ --

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ They wouldn't be my friend if I hated them. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Not really ► Who is your best friend ➔ Reed ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Sarah Moore.

MORE

► Last person you hung out with ➔ Reed ► Last thing you ate ➔ Hamburger, actually. ► Last thing you drank ➔ Jack Daniels ► Last place you were ➔ Gym. That was before the Jack.

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I just want to feel comfortable in my own skin, is that too much to ask? I want to take a breath of air and not feel constricted. I want to wake up and say I feel good today. 

God, I want to be happy.  Please, just help me be happy.

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A lover on the left, a sinner on the right. 

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rushinwithfists wandered into the casino

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“That, I can agree to,” Don chuckled and tilted his glass forward in agreement before taking a sip out of it. “As skilled as you are in beating other people up, I’m going to take a wild guess that’s not the only thing you’re into?”

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Brows raised a bit, and he tilted his head, lips parting to respond. Instead he shut his mouth to give that question a bit of thought. His blue eyes dropped before raising to Don's face again. "Well, no, but I'll admit that takes up a lot of my time. But, I...sometimes do architectural work. Occasionally. And I'm a bit of a history buff, I guess you can say." Torin shrugged. "I'm not too exciting."

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Don snorted in amusement. “Fencing is all for show. Meant for men who are afraid of bloodshed,” he mused. “You should try using a real sword some time. It’s addicting. Just like most hand-to-hand is— at least, for me it is. I don’t know about you or anyone else.”

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Torin gave a short laugh. "Maybe now, but back in the early nineteen hundreds it was used for training before an actual duel. Now it's just sport, but it had its uses." The blonde gave a shrug. "We'll see what happens. I just like hitting people with my fists. More satisfying." Barbaric, maybe, but honest. 

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Headcanon

Torin is really into history. Specifically European history. And the Dark Ages.

It's one of the few things besides pummeling people's faces that he's ever really been interested in.

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His gloved fists slammed into the punching bag as hard as he possibly could manage. He was trying not to think. Exercise usually helped calm him. It settled his often boiling emotions and gave him peace of mind if only for a moment.

It wasn't helping this time.

No matter how many times his punches made contact, he couldn't seem to let go of his anger. He couldn't let go of his emotions. It happened every once in a while. He would bottle everything up and it would explode out of him when he least expected it. 

He wailed on the bag; risking form for mere force. The bag swung back on him and at the wrong moment he punched. The sudden pain that reverberated up his knuckles shocked him and he sucked in a sharp gasp. 

Torin paused, pulling off his gloves to make sure he hadn't injured himself. He was fine. Physically. 

He was so far from okay. 

Torin shook his head, running his hands through his hair. He felt like he could scream, or he could choke. And no amount of beating the punching bag was going to change that.

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"Hand-to-hand, mostly, nothing out of any specific martial arts or anything. And a lot of sword-related stuff. My family- actually the whole area I’m from is big on old-fashioned fighting styles. No one back home has guns. They prefer to teach their sons to fight with swords," he explained with a shrug. "I prefer hand-to-hand myself."

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Brows rose up on his forehead. "That's...interesting." He nodded, wondering what that would be like. "Definitely not something you hear every day, but doesn't seem like a bad thing. Never really was into fighting with weapons, but I did take an interest in fencing once. Wasn't my thing, but I liked how it looked."

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Don laughed. “Punching someone is one thing. Being able to move and not get punched in return is another, mate.” The blond pointed a finger in Torin’s direction. “You have talent. No need to downplay your skills, love. Especially ones as good as yours. Hel, I’ve been a fighter most of my life and I’m impressed by what you can do.”

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Torin smiled, but only shrugged in response. He wasn't so sure he could call it a skill. It was just a way to expel stress and anger. It was a way to be violent in a place where it was allowed. Brows raised a little at Don's comment, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah? What kind of fighting have you done?"

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Ohhh.

Someone needed to unwind a little.

She noticed him as he came in and followed him with her eyes as he set himself up, ordered his drink. Carey was, of course, placed conveniently close enough to catch his eye.

Not that she had any particular desire to. Dealt with unfriendly jerks enough on the last flight, thank-you-very-much. If one more person had tripped her up on that flight, there would have been some heads rolling, professionalism be damned.

As she lifted her cocktail glass to her lips, blue eyes still regarding the stranger, she lost her grip on it. All things considered, it made a very graceful arc as it tipped sideways and cracked its lip on the counter. Ten out of ten.

Kind of like the dollar tens she suddenly found herself owing the establishment.

“God, I am so sorry,” she said, grabbing napkins to do a quick mop-up on the spill that she could reach. The bartender stopped making the stranger’s drink to clean up the mess, and with an agreement to discuss payment later, she ordered another aviation and let the bartender finish his other duties.

Tentatively, very tentatively, she slid her eyes to look at the disgruntled stranger again. Wasn’t fair to have stalled his drink. Was he looking at her? If he was, she smiled sheepishly, shrugged, and lifted curled fingers in an apologetic wave.

[rushinwithfists]

The broken glass managed to make him start, and blue eyes quickly glanced to where the woman was sitting. He had noticed her when he first sat down, but making conversation, even with aesthetically pleasing women like herself, was far from his mind. The small smile and wave she gave him, however, did make him reconsider. Torin forced a faint, amused smile back, quietly deciding something in his head.

As the bartender returned with his drink, he took a swig. It was a bit sweeter than one's he'd had before, but that just meant the bartender knew what he was doing. There was the hint of liquor just on his tongue, but it didn't quite burn on the way down. That was the point of the drink after all. As he set the glass down, he made a decision.

Turning his attention on the female, Torin pulled out a few bills. "You shouldn't have to pay for that." He said, holding out the money to her. "Just an accident. I'm sure they have plenty of those glasses." His smile widened slightly. He knew he could play the flirt. It was something he had been doing for years, but he just didn't have the energy. Lying to one's self was tiring, and he was more than a little tired.