Mad Sounds (Max)
Apr 3, 2015 2:33:05 GMT -5
Post by James Lawrence on Apr 3, 2015 2:33:05 GMT -5
It was just another afternoon to James. He sat in his small office space, facing the computer screen while boredly going through emails. None of them were particularly important or interesting, so he didn't bother paying much attention unless one flagged his interest. He made it through the hundred some odd emails that had accumulated in his inbox, deleting all of them. That had killed some time.
The radio was on, playing music softly in the background. Low volume, since that was all that was necessary. James hummed along absentmindedly to the songs, waiting for the rest of the afternoon to pass. He just wanted to go home, back to his apartment where he could spend the rest of the evening watching the t.v. or something as equally unproductive. There was a reason he was still in his office, though, and that reason was a student by the name of Maxwell Espisito.
James had been Max's trainer for roughly a year or so. Immediately, he had been warned about the new student. Temperamental. Quick to react. Hard to deal with. While James potentially lacked the needed experience to handle a troubled student, they did share the same ability; a feature he had yet to encounter. To say it had been tough would be an understatement, but James liked to believe he handled it relatively well. Whether or not things were improving was another story.
Today, they had a meeting. To discuss how training was going. James wanted to hear feedback from Max; but he too wanted to sit down and have the opportunity to discuss his concerns as well. Maybe Max needed to hear it from someone who he was a little closer to. Maybe not. The trainer wasn't even sure if he was going to show up. One last glance at the clock, and he exhaled. Ten more minutes and then he would leave.
The radio was on, playing music softly in the background. Low volume, since that was all that was necessary. James hummed along absentmindedly to the songs, waiting for the rest of the afternoon to pass. He just wanted to go home, back to his apartment where he could spend the rest of the evening watching the t.v. or something as equally unproductive. There was a reason he was still in his office, though, and that reason was a student by the name of Maxwell Espisito.
James had been Max's trainer for roughly a year or so. Immediately, he had been warned about the new student. Temperamental. Quick to react. Hard to deal with. While James potentially lacked the needed experience to handle a troubled student, they did share the same ability; a feature he had yet to encounter. To say it had been tough would be an understatement, but James liked to believe he handled it relatively well. Whether or not things were improving was another story.
Today, they had a meeting. To discuss how training was going. James wanted to hear feedback from Max; but he too wanted to sit down and have the opportunity to discuss his concerns as well. Maybe Max needed to hear it from someone who he was a little closer to. Maybe not. The trainer wasn't even sure if he was going to show up. One last glance at the clock, and he exhaled. Ten more minutes and then he would leave.