Revolt: 2035

Will looked at Jordan with a smirk. "Listen my friend, if you'd like to continue this conversation the gym is the best bet, because I need to work out and spar a bit. Have to keep in peak shape for the gauntlet they're going to be setting up soon." He said, speaking of how the SOLDIER classes set up an arena type of event for everyone to watch the students fighting, sometimes to the point where there would be real injuries. "I'll keep in touch man, you do the same, all right?" He said, patting Jordan on the shoulder before he strode off, heading towards the gym. As he went down the hall he heard whispers of something going on but he shook his head, ignoring it as he opened the large doors, the familiar smell of sweat and blood flooding his nostrils. He shrugged off the coat before stretching, heading over to a punching bag as be pulled some hand wraps from his pocket, wrapping his knuckles before starting to beat on the bag, resounding thuds echoing over the crowd.

The impact felt good as the wraps tightened from the blows, feeling the cloth gritting against his hands a bit as he spun, his boots clicking on the floor as he changed stances, his fingers unfurling as he began to strike with an open palm. He slowly noticed his joints and muscles loosening as he continued to warm up, rotating his stance once more to be a more head on approach as he twirled, his leg lifting quickly to strike the bag. His smile widened as he felt a small trickle of sweat down the back of his neck as he dove to the side, deciding to roll around the bag, imagining it was an actual target. He felt his instincts kick in as he lifted with his hands, pushing his whole body up and using his feet as a focal point. He felt himself his the bag hard and saw it lift from the frame, the solid slap of padded leather filled with sand. He chuckled at the small puff of sand that came out as he stood, brushing his knuckles against the fatigues he wore upon his lower half.

 

Will wiped his mouth over the back of his knuckles as a small smirk came to his mouth. He heard them talking, he had even seen Hope wave. He was just too engrossed in his own thoughts to care. The most he had heard was Tom mention Angel. He rolled his shoulders and stretched before lifting the bag, setting the chain back into the hook with a loud clank. He then began walking in a small circle, using one arm to pull the other, stretching his back, shoulders, and joints. He groaned as he felt his right shoulder cause a small bit of discomfort, but he shook it off as he turned, facing the bag once more with an even more heated determination than last time.

 

Will finished his assault on the bag as Tom and Hope walked out. He stretched a bit as he smiled, knowing exactly what they were talking about. He had seen the way Tom and Angel looked at each other, the passing glances and knowing looks. They were just too nervous to talk to each other more than a small conversation. His smile widened as he began to unwrap his hands, stretching his fingers as he felt more blood flooding into his joints, rotating his wrists and feeling them loosen up. He pulled out his phone, flipping through his contacts before finding the one he was looking for. He quickly typed up a message and checked it, eyes scanning the screen to make sure it was right. 'Hey Angel, it's Will. I was going to head to the cafeteria and grab a bite. Want to grab lunch?' He clicked the send button before sliding it back into his pocket. He grabbed his jacket and slid it back on, straightening the lapels before beginning to walk towards the door, hoping she would answer him soon.

 

Will felt his phone buzz on the inside of his coat and he smirked, reaching into his coat and withdrawing the device, his eyes glancing at the clock on the front. The numbers showed 10:12 and it made him laugh. "Shit... I asked her if she wanted to meet for lunch. Just shows how much my schedule's fucked." He laughed, tapping on the screen as it opened his messages, seeing hers placed neatly among the few he actually did send. Hey will. I'm assuming you mean dinner, it's a little after 10 after all. But sure, I'll meet you there." He read the text and smirked, her words confirming his mistake. He began typing as he slowly plodded his way down the stairs, eyes more focused on his phone than his path. He finished his message as he made it to the landing, tapping the send key as he pushed the door open. "Sorry, you know how I get when exams and the arenas start getting close. I get a bit of insomnia. Oh, and I need to ask you something when you get here." He made sure the text sent before he slid his phone back into his coat, eyes scanning the cafeteria for a table.

 

Will slowly entered the cafeteria, eyes scanning everything, noticing that not much was left since it was so late in the evening. He walked forward, looking over the three floors that the cafeteria was made up of. There was the main area he stood on that held the food preparation area, the utensil dispensers, and the exits. To his right was a raised platform, similar to a stage that held multiple tables. To his left was more tables in a lower level, solely to make the area seem bigger. He moved to his left, withdrawing his phone from the inside of his coat as he reached the silverware bar. He smirked slightly as he read the message. "Oh trust me dear, more fascinating than you know." He said to himself, not bothering to respond.

He slid the phone back into his coat before grabbing himself a set of utensils and napkins. He rolled the bundle together as he approached the entree bar, seeing that little was left besides some sandwiches and a few bowls of chili. As he glanced over the food his stomach protested loudly, the grumbling unusually painful to his system. "Oh shit, I forgot I haven't eaten today..." He huffed, grabbing a tray and quickly gathering his food. After he collected two sandwiches, a bottle of water and a large bowl of chili he headed towards the raised platform, deciding that this smaller partition was quieter than the lower one, therefore making it perfect for conversation.

As he quickly made his way up he noticed that there were more people here than usual. "I guess I'm not the only one who does midnight runs to the cafeteria." He said, setting his food down and pulling his coat off. He laid the coat over the chair before sitting, eyes facing towards the door that lead from the medical wing, knowing full well Angel was most likely coming from there. He quietly lifted a sandwich and began eating, mind getting lost in thought as he waited for his company to arrive.