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[Furiosa spends most mornings in the gym. Honestly, she'd prefer the Enclosure, but she needs to be moving long and often enough that she can't justify using more than her share of the precious time in the false environment. She works out quickly how to run on the treadmill, but most of the other machines remain a mystery to her. If the right person is using them, they may see her watching, or so may decide to approach.
Some mornings her prosthesis is on, and others it is off, tucked protectively and nearly underfoot, out of habit, though this doesn't seem like the kind of place where anyone is likely to get any ideas.
When she is done, she usually ends by slipping upstairs, showering quickly, and permitting herself what feels like the decadent luxury of putting her feet into the pool. It takes her until about the fifth time to get up the nerve to walk in to the water, to lower herself down in it until she feels it lap up around her neck, then to hold her breath and gingerly, cover her mouth and nose, and cautiously, gingerly slip under the surface and just let herself float, suspended.
She can be found in any of those places.
Still, a workout isn't the same thing as practice, really, and the conversation that has been going on here has weighed heavily on her, though she hasn't participated. So, finally, she takes a break one morning in the gym and turns on the feed.]
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[She has to clear her throat to start, and wipe the sweat off her face. She's sitting in the frame, bare feet apart, elbows rested on her knees, metal arm down at her side. Furiosa isn't comfortable, exactly, talking to a little plastic box that will take her words all over the ship, but this is important to her.]
My name is Imperator Furiosa. I'm human. No powers. I'm in the gym.
If you need, I've been teaching people a little about how to fight. If you don't need, but you're--
I could use the practice.
[Short, unceremonious, she disconnects.]
[Furiosa spends most mornings in the gym. Honestly, she'd prefer the Enclosure, but she needs to be moving long and often enough that she can't justify using more than her share of the precious time in the false environment. She works out quickly how to run on the treadmill, but most of the other machines remain a mystery to her. If the right person is using them, they may see her watching, or so may decide to approach.
Some mornings her prosthesis is on, and others it is off, tucked protectively and nearly underfoot, out of habit, though this doesn't seem like the kind of place where anyone is likely to get any ideas.
When she is done, she usually ends by slipping upstairs, showering quickly, and permitting herself what feels like the decadent luxury of putting her feet into the pool. It takes her until about the fifth time to get up the nerve to walk in to the water, to lower herself down in it until she feels it lap up around her neck, then to hold her breath and gingerly, cover her mouth and nose, and cautiously, gingerly slip under the surface and just let herself float, suspended.
She can be found in any of those places.
Still, a workout isn't the same thing as practice, really, and the conversation that has been going on here has weighed heavily on her, though she hasn't participated. So, finally, she takes a break one morning in the gym and turns on the feed.]
Video
[She has to clear her throat to start, and wipe the sweat off her face. She's sitting in the frame, bare feet apart, elbows rested on her knees, metal arm down at her side. Furiosa isn't comfortable, exactly, talking to a little plastic box that will take her words all over the ship, but this is important to her.]
My name is Imperator Furiosa. I'm human. No powers. I'm in the gym.
If you need, I've been teaching people a little about how to fight. If you don't need, but you're--
I could use the practice.
[Short, unceremonious, she disconnects.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 06:40 pm (UTC)She looks up, backwards at him, and tells him, comfortably;]
I'd have to kill you to subdue you.
[Furiosa approves.]
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Date: 2015-06-29 06:47 pm (UTC)If we'd been back 'ome, I would've had this on me.
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Date: 2015-06-29 07:00 pm (UTC)Then next time, we'll fight for the hat. First one to get their hands on it wins.
I practice that way with cleared revolvers, as often as not, but I think we'd scare the other wardens if we were caught pointing guns at one another.
[Very bad behaviour.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:09 pm (UTC)The comment makes him smile, eyes turned down at her face. He catches a glimpse of the brand, but this time is able to bypass the instinct of fear immediately.]
Did you bring one here? A revolver.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:14 pm (UTC)[Why she asks, she doesn't know. Her fingers trace the brim again, in the other direction. The answer to both is;]
In my locker.
[She'll probably always go armed.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:29 pm (UTC)He looks at her fingers tracing the brim and leans back a little.]
Another round? Or will I get to hear your story, now?
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Date: 2015-06-29 07:35 pm (UTC)[She starts, sitting up, then stretching up, trying to pull a tweak out of her back. It's a little reluctant, but she's been at this all morning and she's starting to wear down. He'll keep beating her if she doesn't take a break. She lowers her arms, rolls one shoulder experimentally as she talks.]
I was in the halls, when I found a dog with a hurt paw.
[It sounds like one of the fables her mother used to tell her.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:41 pm (UTC)He doesn't reply, other than to make a soft noise to indicate that he's listening.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:44 pm (UTC)Took him to the infirmary, brought him home, gave him some meat and some water, and started to get ready to sleep. Then all of a sudden, something was wrong with the dog.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:51 pm (UTC)What happened?
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:54 pm (UTC)Very amused, though.]
It was a man. A bare-assed naked man, sprawled on my bedroom floor.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 07:58 pm (UTC)You were right, Furiosa. I'll need some more information to believe that.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 08:09 pm (UTC)[Showing him her bruised knuckles.]
I did that on him before he managed to convince me he wasn't there doing anything stupid.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 08:12 pm (UTC)Then what was he there to do?
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 08:17 pm (UTC)[A little gesture reminiscent of a squeezed throat. She doesn't fool around.]
So I threw a pair of trousers at him, and gave him a seat and a glass of water while he got his head on straight, then I put him out into the hall and locked the door behind him.
I think he was a new inmate, just arrived. The last gasp of a failing... power, like the ones they keep talking about.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 08:25 pm (UTC)My mother-- she used to tell me stories of these sort of men. It's dark magic, that.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 08:28 pm (UTC)[There are enough real horrors in the Wastes without making up monsters to go with them.
At last, something in her shoulder really gives, and she has to gasp, twitch away from the pressure. There.]
Thanks. What was he?
[spam] cw: (unintentional) racial slur
Date: 2015-06-29 08:34 pm (UTC)A were-person. They're cursed, and they wish to curse others.
I never put much stock in gypsy tales, but I suppose I've been proven wrong.
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Date: 2015-06-29 08:36 pm (UTC)[Her head lifts up, and she settles back, leaning on her arm and crossing her legs, comfortably.]
If I see him again, I'll ask him.
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 08:54 pm (UTC)I'd like to know the answer.
[He smacks the mat, nods.] But in the 'ere and now, you're still losing the match. Next round?
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-29 09:11 pm (UTC)Throw the hat.
[First one to it, like she said. Her legs unfurl, so she'll be ready to spring. She cannot wipe the grin off her face.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-30 10:56 am (UTC)He's up in a flash, ready to push his shoulder into her to push her away.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-06-30 12:22 pm (UTC)They can scuffle like kids playing keep-away, or like grown ups going after a single, dropped weapon in the sand.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 12:34 pm (UTC)It starts out as two people enjoying a good scuffle, but it ends with Tommy stopping just short of grabbing Furiosa by the neck.]
Yield, [he gasps, still up close, fingers twitching near her windpipe. His eyes are wide and scared, of himself more than anything else.] I yield. Please.
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Date: 2015-06-30 12:43 pm (UTC)The hand that had been grabbing and twisting the front of that henley goes still, then presses flat against his shoulder. She doesn't throw herself off him, yet, but goes still instead. Sometimes the come-down is easier if you don't treat it like an emergency, though it certainly can be one.
She looks him in the eyes, and pushes back slowly, putting a few more inches between them, giving him the space to extricate himself if he needs.]
You're here with me.
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