Cats claws need sharpening

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[This young Ocelot has been restless. Granted, he had rested an awful lot being in this Nexus, and his mind had been on several different topics all at once. It had exhausted him, being alone and thinking for as long as he had. But now it was time to start training again. He had to continue to live up to Big Boss and his standards. He couldn't let him down, especially with the amount of individuals here that distressed his timeline, like his 'sons'.]

[He had somehow ended up in the gym, punching a weighted bag to maintain some upper strength. He was lacking there, somehow. Probably down to the fact he hadn't sparred in so long--]

[Oh yeah, and the moustache is gone. He was too impatient to let it grow. Then again, he was still pretty young. There is some stubble again, however. He was in two minds about his self-image.]

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[As she passed the gym, she saw the familiar man working out. She didn't make a move to go into the gym, but she curiously watched him working out.

She thought he looked far better without that mustache anyway.]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot had noticed Dr. Clark from far away, but he prevented from saying anything just yet. He worked his fists into the sturdy support of the weight and huffed whenever he jarred at a parciularly frustrating angle.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[Still keeping her eyes on him, she watched his movements. This Ocelot was far different than the older one who seemed to not hate her as much. She wondered why this one was so set out to get rid of her while the other one wanted to see A Fistfull of Dollars with her.

It bothered her a little too much.]

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[Gyms interest Snake... so he soon shows up. He leans against the door frame and watches Ocelot.]

[He still has trouble connecting the young Ocelots with the old ones he is used to from his own time. He has trouble making the connection, maybe observation will help his understanding.]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[Personally, Ocelot had not been the type of person interested in this type of workout. He was more of a hands-on type of person, and traditional military regimes. This was growing to be troublesome for him, but he didn't dare let his concentration slip.]

[He breathed out a hiss under his breath, sweat glazing his forehead as he counted the punches in his head. He stopped after the hundredth punch and jolted back, sniffing the air. He could smell a familiar scent.]

[Blue eyes darted to the door, a blonde brow arching delicately.]

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[Snake crosses his arms and continues to watch despite the pause. He moves a hand in a continue gesture.]

[He doesn't bare too much ill will toward Ocelot in general... unless we're talking about the one that has Liquid in his arm then things are different. And this Ocelot is from far before his torture.]

[old-gunslinger.livejournal.com]

[Who knows why he's ended up here. He thought he was headed for the elevator. But you never mistake your own old hair color.

Interesting.

Old emocelot Ocelot leans against a far wall of the gym and doesn't make an attempt to approach just yet.]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[Tch. Old man, most likely a pervert.]

[He has yet to meet an older version of himself, and so he quite precariously chooses to ignore the other man. Instead, he changes his punches into kicks, firing direct attacks to the base of the weight.]

[old-gunslinger.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot watches his younger self for a few minutes more and then says,]

Your stance is wrong.

[zeroequals100.livejournal.com]

[This one is a dirty old pervert when it comes to young Ocelots....]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

...

[Ocelot feels eyes on him, and he instantly tenses like the feline he is. Sharp eyes flicker towards Big Boss.]

You...

[No he won't admit he is out of breath, damnit.]

[zeroequals100.livejournal.com]

Adam.

[He smiles and walks over casually.] You've been working hard.
[He puts out a hand to still the still swinging bag. He ran his hand down it to feel how deep the indentations left are... grudging how long he's been practicing.]

Have you put these new skills to work yet?

[nakedbox.livejournal.com]

[He waits until no one is around before making himself known. He checks the hallway then closes the door behind him. He just pissed off more than half the building... not time to take chances.]

Hey. Got a job for you.

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[Turning his head towards the other, Ocelot feels a smirk taring at his lips. He wipes his forehead with his forearm, before approaching the younger John.]

Is that so?

[nakedbox.livejournal.com]

[Inclines his head to the side.] Yeah.

[He casually walks further into the room, looking around.] Taking out Volgin's operation. [small smirk] You might have heard the explosions...


Interested?

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[Mantis watched him from a short distance away]

So, is this where the kittens come to play now?

[She smirked]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

Tch. You again?

[Ocelot recognised the woman from when he had arrived. He shifted foot, stopping his motions.]

You remind me of her.

[He wagged his finger tauntingly.] That's not a good thing.

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[She laughed]

Do I now?

[She allowed herself to float closer to him]

I guess this means I should stop teasing you.

[Not that she will]

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

[Fortune comes into the gym for a workout, as usual.]

[She spots an unfamiliar blonde man, and although he DOES seem KINDA familiar, Helena pays him little attention as she begins to stretch. ...It's probably a good thing that she has no clue who he is.]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[Equally, Ocelot has no clue and no interest in the woman... or many women, at all. Fortune is no different.]

[He has gotten bored of working his arms, and so he starts on some weights instead.]

...

[He's not very good with weights. In fact, he mostly does it just for show.]

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

Oh, fantastic, it's been ages since we had an Ocelot infestation!

[The ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP is just to make sure Ocelot stays on his toes. It's for his own good! Really.]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[ZAPPED]

[Ocelot points his finger accusingly.]

You bastard! What was that for?

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

You existed at me. Ass.

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

[Ivanya's been in a rather black mood the past few days, and the recent attack helped absolutely nothing. So what better way to lift her spirits than in the gym?

She gets on a treadmill nearby.]

[notyourpuppets.livejournal.com]

[Blue eyes glint carefully, observing the female from afar. He smiles wryly, not yet noticing that this Major was female.]

[Ocelot also prowls towards the treadmills. He steps up onto one gracefully.]

You mind telling me about this Soviet business, Major?