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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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If they have, it wasn't big enough of a deal for me to know about it.
[ He shrugs a little. ] Tyke's good at her job. She's young but she took initiative and she's got the training for it, and plenty of us are loyal to her. If anyone did try to take it from her, it'd be more trouble than it was worth for them.
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Reaper's talk about the head of SEC though - it reminds him of Nathan, again, because he's an idiot about him and it's probably not healthy at this point. Peter shakes head, as though that would chase away the thought. ]
Because most of the ship would come down on their heads, so to speak.
She ever put anyone on leave yet? [ Because you look like you need one, Peter doesn't say. That would be overstepping a line if he did. ]
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John's met Nathan, once. Liked him well enough, for a politician; he'd been in the military, at least, and that made him better than plenty. But they haven't spoken since then, though perhaps they'll have to after John finds out the two are related. ]
I don't usually ask. Some people've requested it, and I'm sure a few have been put in timeout when they've gotten banged up.
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[ Never ask Peter about Nathan on a good day. He'd tell you all about him like a girl talks about her favorite best friend, with an unhealthy dose of creepy fixation. You'd think they weren't related if Peter didn't saturate every single word he said about Nathan with fraternal affection and idolizing, really.
It's pretty weird. ]
Look, man, I'm just wondering. You punched that thing right off the hook, and it weighs, what, twice my body weight?
Something's bothering you.
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[ Taking leave is much more difficult; sitting back and thinking of all the bad things that could happen, all the things that could be going wrong.
He snorts a little, taking a moment to look between Peter and the bag as if mentally judging how much Peter weighs against its weight. ]
Maybe I'm just a hard hitter. [ Which... he is, but the other man's right, too. ]