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ataraxionlogs2012-12-17 06:24 pm
chromosomes) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-12-17 06:24 pm
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sound the bugle now
CHARACTERS: John "Reaper" Grimm and anyone who shows up!
LOCATION: gym
WARNINGS: Possible language, references to people dying in horrible ways and PTSD, possible violence, a punching bag being beaten to death.
SUMMARY: Reaper is working off some steam on a punching bag.
[ He hasn't been sleeping well.
He hasn't slept well since he arrived, since he got off Olduvai -- since before that, since the mission in the jungle and Jumper's death. He knows what they call it medically, just like he knows the memory therapy didn't work and probably just made things worse. It sure as hell didn't help his temper. On the ship there's no memory therapy but there aren't any doctors who know the best way to treat someone like him either -- someone superhuman, whose body heals but whose mind doesn't, whose body metabolizes medicines faster than it should and doesn't let them help his mind. The nightmares haven't stopped, have slowly gotten worse instead, and now...
Well, now people are in stasis comas. People who rely on him and the rest of the SEC team to take care of them, to keep them safe. People he has seen in the halls even if he's never spoken to them, and people he has spoken to. People he likes. There's nothing he can do this time and so John escapes from the nightmares when he isn't on duty and hides out in the gym. It's only when he doesn't think anyone else is around or paying attention that he lets himself go all out, though.
That would explain the way the punching bag is knocked off its hook, slamming down a few feet away while Reaper stands there, sweating and breathing heavily but not nearly as winded enough as he should be for a punch like that. He picks up the punching bag and drags it back. Time to go again.
(And again, and again, and again...) ]
LOCATION: gym
WARNINGS: Possible language, references to people dying in horrible ways and PTSD, possible violence, a punching bag being beaten to death.
SUMMARY: Reaper is working off some steam on a punching bag.
[ He hasn't been sleeping well.
He hasn't slept well since he arrived, since he got off Olduvai -- since before that, since the mission in the jungle and Jumper's death. He knows what they call it medically, just like he knows the memory therapy didn't work and probably just made things worse. It sure as hell didn't help his temper. On the ship there's no memory therapy but there aren't any doctors who know the best way to treat someone like him either -- someone superhuman, whose body heals but whose mind doesn't, whose body metabolizes medicines faster than it should and doesn't let them help his mind. The nightmares haven't stopped, have slowly gotten worse instead, and now...
Well, now people are in stasis comas. People who rely on him and the rest of the SEC team to take care of them, to keep them safe. People he has seen in the halls even if he's never spoken to them, and people he has spoken to. People he likes. There's nothing he can do this time and so John escapes from the nightmares when he isn't on duty and hides out in the gym. It's only when he doesn't think anyone else is around or paying attention that he lets himself go all out, though.
That would explain the way the punching bag is knocked off its hook, slamming down a few feet away while Reaper stands there, sweating and breathing heavily but not nearly as winded enough as he should be for a punch like that. He picks up the punching bag and drags it back. Time to go again.
(And again, and again, and again...) ]
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[ And insert better directions here. ]
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[Michelle nods, taking in the directions.]
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[Michelle says it like it's not a bad thing and not at all unusual or scary.]
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Guess I kind of overdid it.
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[Her tone projects a touch of admiration, but just a touch. It's more of an observation.]
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[ It's not an answer, not at all -- not even close to the real reason John Grimm can punch a punching bag across the room. But it's what he offers. ]
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[And yes, she did serve as one for a year.]
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SEC > 012 > 025. She's already a member.]
My sisters and I were bodyguards for a year.
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Yeah? My sister's an archaeologist.
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Yeah. She's tough. [ He misses her. ]
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