Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24572299-20150829171359/@comment-24416658-20150831034548

Tanner, in his room, had set up his portable punching bag. Wearing a brown skintight shirt and cargo shorts, along with black boots, he was drenched in sweat by this time. Wave after wave of punches flew at it, as he hit it from all sides, alternating between elbow, hand, and foot. Eventually, one last kick broke the bag in two, spilling cloth everywhere.

"Dammit," Tanner says, stopping the timer and wiping the sweat off his brow, "These bags are weaker than a piglet." Picking up the cloth and stuffing as much of it as possible back in the bag, Tanner looked at the guide placed next to his door, seeing the ship's layout.

"Well, wouldn't ya know, they got a bar. Gonna get me some drink in my body." Putting the guide back, Tanner walked out of his room, taking his trusty 10 inch Bowie knife, flipping it end over end as he walked towards the bar. Suddenly, he noticed a sign leading to a sparring room. He whistled.

"Whiskey can wait, I need to get some punches in." Tanner headed to the sparring room instead.