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burnmythoughts) wrote2013-07-20 10:19 am
burnmythoughts) wrote2013-07-20 10:19 am
19 - Video
[Private to David, Arkin and Marsh, separately]
I know that wasn't us, but...I wanted to know how you were doing.
[Private to Ben]
How are you?
[Private to Alex]
How d'you feel about another sparring match?
[Spam - OTA]
[Not thinking about it has become a survival tactic on the barge.
It's easier, this time, as the memories fade like forgotten photographs. But she still remembers being lost and lonely, being horrified and trapped.
She's thrown herself back into life on the Barge as much as she can, chasing away the past with the present, even as her bones ache with it. At least she can walk around.
That's what she's doing now, gingerly stretching her legs on the deck as she finishes sending her messages.]
[Spam - For Charles]
[She can only Not Think About Things for so long, though. Her first and best coping method was always doing something. Sparring with Alex helped, but she didn't want to push herself too far physically, not yet. So she went to the kitchens, and she did something challenging.
There's a bit of smoke, and a bit of cursing, and they don't come out nearly as good as Anya's, but they taste pretty good. Eventually, she has a decent-sized tray of thumbprint cookies, and she lets them cool before sliding them into a container.
Then she heads up to Charles' room, letting the cookies float in front of her. She even uses them to knock on the door.]
I know that wasn't us, but...I wanted to know how you were doing.
[Private to Ben]
How are you?
[Private to Alex]
How d'you feel about another sparring match?
[Spam - OTA]
[Not thinking about it has become a survival tactic on the barge.
It's easier, this time, as the memories fade like forgotten photographs. But she still remembers being lost and lonely, being horrified and trapped.
She's thrown herself back into life on the Barge as much as she can, chasing away the past with the present, even as her bones ache with it. At least she can walk around.
That's what she's doing now, gingerly stretching her legs on the deck as she finishes sending her messages.]
[Spam - For Charles]
[She can only Not Think About Things for so long, though. Her first and best coping method was always doing something. Sparring with Alex helped, but she didn't want to push herself too far physically, not yet. So she went to the kitchens, and she did something challenging.
There's a bit of smoke, and a bit of cursing, and they don't come out nearly as good as Anya's, but they taste pretty good. Eventually, she has a decent-sized tray of thumbprint cookies, and she lets them cool before sliding them into a container.
Then she heads up to Charles' room, letting the cookies float in front of her. She even uses them to knock on the door.]
private/video ~> spam
[But he jogs on the way there, anyway, just in case.]
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She's waiting for Alex when he jogs up, leaning against the archway with a wan smile.]
Heya, slowpoke.
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[He's suddenly awash in gratitude that she's back. He's not sure what he'd do without her, without Anya, in this situation.]
C'mon, let's do this.
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Come and get me, hotshot.
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[Hand-to-hand in the gym, though. It's only fair to the machines.]
[He goes after her slowly at first, obvious blows. Nothing she can't easily block.]
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Her Xavier never said anything, about the shift in her style, but she knows he must have noticed. She wonders if he recognised it.
It's not long before she aims a kick at Alex's knee.]
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