You agreed to go along, much to Jacob's glee. The man seemed like he would jump for joy the moment you said you'd go with him. A quick break at the water fountain and a moment to take care of your dogs and you're following the man to his gym. Along the way, you exchange small talk with the guy. You learn that he's been in Dallas since he was born and is a "free spirit". At your obvious skepticism, he explains that means he makes money doing random odd jobs online. When you ask how that's been going for him, he gives you a bunch of half-answers.
Then he asks what you do for a living....and goes quiet when you tell him. He pouts for a bit but you manage to get him to open up by asking about the man you're going to meet. Well, sort of. He remains vague, only giving you half-answers and a name. The guy's name is Creo, and he's been Jacob's friend for a while. He got really into boxing sometime after the two of them dropped out of college, and has been trying to become professional for a bit. The girl, Meghan, is someone who Jacob met during one of his jobs. The two turned in fast friends and he brought her to the gym Creo goes to.
That happened about two days ago. Since then Creo's been a, to use Jacob's words, fucking wrecking machine. He was good before but now it was like he wanted to end every fight as soon as possible. Considering the only change so far has been Meghan's frequent visits to the gym...well what caused it is obvious.
"And, what do you want me to do about it?" you ask, still not completely sure what Jacob wants you to do. Argo and Basker were walking a bit in front of you, their leashes slightly taut as you kept pace with them.
"Remember how I said he's an adrenaline junkie?" at your nod Jacob snaps his fingers, "That means he gets bored easily. All you gotta do is outlast him. Don't have to win or even fight back. Just make the fight drag out, and he'll stop sending everyone in the gym to the hospital! I'd do it, but the last time we fought he laid me out in two hits.
At your continued glare, he pats you on the back, "Don't be like that. You look like you're way tougher than me, and they'll give you protective gear. You'll be fine."
"From what I'm seeing," you start as the two of you round a corner and an obvious gym comes into view, "this can all be solved if you just tell Meghan he likes her. Why don't you do that? Better yet, get Creo to stop and be open about his feelings?"
"Cause Meghan's socially awkward as all hell. She'll probably run the moment Creo tells her, and that'll cause even more problems," he stops in front of the door to the building, tying Basker's leash to a nearby lamppost, "Oh yeah, they don't let dogs in. You'll have to leave Argo out here."
You nod and walk over to one of the lampposts. Argo whines as you tie his leash to the structure. You scratch his ears to reassure him, "Don't worry, boy. I won't be gone long."
He barks and licks your face as you turn to follow Jacob into the gym. You go inside, go through the standard check-in procedure, and follow the sound of fists hitting leather to your destination. You arrive at a large room filled with weights, sandbags, speed bags and mirrors. A few people were going about their normal exercises. Some were running in place, some were jumping rope, others were punching the various bags in the room. A few of them waved to Jacob as the two of you walked in. Red protective gear littered the floor while a large ring stood in the center of the room. This is where your attention ended up shifting, letting you see a guy go down to the mat in a single punch.
You look up and see who could only be Creo. The guy's alabaster skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, yet he didn't look tired at all. His dirty blonde hair was trapped in a red protective helmet. His chest rose and fell beneath his red jersey, while his green eyes watched the guy he just knocked to the ground. After a few seconds, he walked forward and helped the guy to his feet. One look at his toned muscles makes you glare at the back of Jacob's, head hoping you convey your feelings of annoyance. He either doesn't notice or purposely ignores you.
Instead, he leads you over to the mat where a dark-skinned man in a gray sweatshirt and pants is standing shaking his head. He turns to the two of you as you approach, glancing at you before turning his gaze to Jacob, "Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing Jacob."
"Come on Mitch," Jacob shrugged while putting on his best smile, "I'm telling you, it's gonna work."
Mitch walked past him and spoke to you directly, "Look, I don't know what he's told you, but you can leave. We can handle this."
"You sure about that?" you ask based on your observations. A glance to your right shows that not a single person is stepping up to fight Creo. They're all keeping their eyes off the ring too.
Creo must notice this, cause he shoots a scowl at everyone else in the room. Then he comes to where you're talking to Mitch. He walks over and speaks to Mitch, but his eyes are on you, "Yo, Coach, Jacob. Who's this?"
"No one," Mitch is quick to say, "Just a stranger Jacob brought in. Nothing to concern yourself with."
Creo pays Mitch no attention, leaning against the ropes along the edge of the ring while smiling at you, "How's it going? Names Creo. You?"
"Dean," you cross your arms, "Dean Wick."
"Cool name. You work out?"
"A bit."
"Ever box?"
"Not really."
"Want to try?" this time his eyes dart off to the side at something else in the room.
"Creo," Mitch steps in between the two of you, "I told you not to pick fights."
"Come on, Coach," Creo rolls his eyes, "I don't see what the big deal is. No one else is stepping up to spar with me."
"That's what I've been trying to tell him. He just won't listen," Jacob chimes in.
While the three of them begin to argue, you follow where Creo diverted his gaze for a moment. At the far end of the gym sitting on a bench is a girl who you're sure is the poster child for nerdy. Glasses that block the glint in her eyes, curly orange hair that falls around her shoulders, a white t-shirt a few sizes too big for her with some brightly colored letters on the front, and jeans that bunch around her ankles. Her eyes are focused on the floor with the occasional glance upwards and wave small wave at someone who meets her eye.
You'd guess that'd be Meghan. She does look like the type to go running the minute you apply any kind of pressure on her. At least from here. You won't know for certain until you talk to her.
Either way, you're here now and at least two people here are expecting you to fight someone. Do you?
[] Fight Creo. You said you would and you're a man of your word. (Please Write in a Strategy if you choose to fight)
- [] Go easy on him. You're not trying to win. Just outlast him.
- [] Make him look good. Maybe let him win and outlast him.
- [] Fight him normally. You'll either win or you'll outlast him.
- [] Bring him down. Give a good showing and rock his world.
- [] Write in...
[] Don't fight Creo. This doesn't seem like something you should get in the middle of.
- [] Go talk to Meghan. She seems like she could use another friend...though this might piss off Creo.
- [] Do some regular training. You might as well get some exercise in while you're here.
- [] Talk to Creo while he does some training. Get to know the guy a bit
- [] Talk to Mitch. Find out what this place is.
- [] Just leave. You'll find something else to do. (Please Write in what you do instead)
- [] Write in...
Finally got it in. Sorry it took so long guys. Writer's Block can be a bitch.