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Jun. 29th, 2015 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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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.]
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.]
[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: 2015-07-01 02:13 pm (UTC)It works until someone bigger notices. [Because everyone is in on it- no bookies remain alive without fixing races. The losing gamblers are easy enough to take care of.]
And then you make sure you take their place.
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-01 02:18 pm (UTC)[This is the part where things get a little blurry, start to sound a little cut throat, a little immoral, maybe, but to Furiosa, who clawed her way up through ranks of rough men, despite a very disempowering start, a little blood is a part of everything.
She is nothing but curious.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-01 02:26 pm (UTC)And by knowing who you can trust.
[For the first time, his gaze wavers-- flickers down at the ground, then at the door leading out. He misses Grace so much it feels like his chest has been hollowed out, even though he's been driving himself crazy going over every little detail, every indication of her betrayal that he should have seen. He may be good at all of it, but he failed, there.
But somehow, still, he can't regret it. He's going to make it right.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-01 02:33 pm (UTC)I should get back.
[Proposing, quietly. She could keep him here for hours, but if she stays any longer they'll go through more than either of them can possibly hope to absorb.]
Might go sit up on the deck and watch the stars go by.
[If he's still not through it, this, or the other wall of memory she crashed him into this morning. He is welcome up there with her if he needs.]
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Date: 2015-07-01 02:42 pm (UTC)So he nods, steps off the podium.]
Might need to share a cigarette, then.
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-01 02:49 pm (UTC)The rest will really all be silence.]