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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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Any life lessons to impart on the new girl?
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[ Reaper... ]
Guess that depends on if there's anything you want to know.
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So, what have you been around for?
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[ He sighs. ] Not a lot of good.
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Is it always like this? Everyone tense, on edge and waiting for the next Jump to see what happens?
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[ And if not, you fuck around and end up surprised when things go to hell yet again. ]
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