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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: 2015-07-05 07:00 pm (UTC)[She admits, with a twitch of a smile.]
It feels strange not having two. [But. Wow.] They weren't kidding.
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-06 05:53 pm (UTC)[He pauses and looks at her, tilting his head.]
I haven't been able to figure it out, so I'll have to ask—warden or inmate?
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-06 07:29 pm (UTC)[She admits, with a wider smile now.]
Though you would not be the first ot assume otherwise. You?
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-07 03:21 pm (UTC)Inmate. [He returns the smile.] Ain't nobody mistaken me for a warden yet.
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-07 04:12 pm (UTC)[She admits.]
Physical roughness. Strength.
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-07 06:51 pm (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2015-07-07 08:01 pm (UTC)[She promises, with a faint smile.]
[spam]
Date: 2015-07-07 09:21 pm (UTC)[Although prisons in an apocalyptic world would likely be quite a bit worse than what he's used to.]
[spam] super late, sorry, notif slipped on this one
Date: 2015-07-10 02:50 pm (UTC)[In that sense, if very few others.]
[spam] S'okay! Seems like it's winding down anyway.
Date: 2015-07-10 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-10 05:39 pm (UTC)[She recalls, with a shrug.]
It's not hard to remember what that feels like.
[And it makes her want to try to be a help, a real one.]
no subject
Date: 2015-07-10 07:56 pm (UTC)[Because a fair amount of wardens in this place didn't exactly have the cleanest background.]
no subject
Date: 2015-07-10 09:33 pm (UTC)[Admitting, readily.]
no subject
Date: 2015-07-11 01:15 pm (UTC)[Being a prisoner didn't necessarily translate to being a criminal.]
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Date: 2015-07-11 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-11 06:33 pm (UTC)[Not that it tells him much.]
There any other machines you're interested in Miss Furiosa, or are you good for now?
no subject
Date: 2015-07-11 07:04 pm (UTC)