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"Come on girls, momma's going to take out some aggression while you two play, okay?"
She was tired, restless even. Around the hut, she'd done the cleaning, fixing up, and whatever manual labor that needed to be done and she still didn't feel any better. Of course, the whole deal with rapture wasn't solved, but there was only so much they could do and even she knew that she couldn't patrol every day of every hour, though a part of her wished it. It wasn't her place though..if anything she hoped that Lipton would find Lydia, find her and go back to being the happy, content family that he and Jane were.
She looked at the girls playing under the shade of the deck, their wooden toys being stacked and moved about in a way that only a one-year old could find fun.
Maybe we do need to move, she thought. As much as she didn't like the thought of facing people just yet, maybe another change of pace would be good for them.
No..what would be good for her was some shadow boxing. In their-in her-front yard, there was a thick tree that was perfect for the deed, its trunk smooth and wide enough for her to wrap a long coil of rope around and use it as a punch/kick target. She'd replaced it several times since she'd first moved to the hut, but it was easier than going to the punching back in the Hidden Hamlet-nice as the people there were.
Making sure that the girls were content (she had some water and snacks just incase), and Max was within sight (and safely chewing on something he hunted) Sonya pulled on a set of combat gloves, flexed her shoulders a bit-and started going to town on the tree.
punch...punch..turn..jab
roundhouse kick...triple kick
turn..jump crescent kick...
She was soon lost in a pattern, visualizing the tree as her opponent and delivering blow after blow. They were automatic now, her body feeling the endorphin rush but there was no longer any sense of enjoyment or relief in the blows.
She was tired, restless even. Around the hut, she'd done the cleaning, fixing up, and whatever manual labor that needed to be done and she still didn't feel any better. Of course, the whole deal with rapture wasn't solved, but there was only so much they could do and even she knew that she couldn't patrol every day of every hour, though a part of her wished it. It wasn't her place though..if anything she hoped that Lipton would find Lydia, find her and go back to being the happy, content family that he and Jane were.
She looked at the girls playing under the shade of the deck, their wooden toys being stacked and moved about in a way that only a one-year old could find fun.
Maybe we do need to move, she thought. As much as she didn't like the thought of facing people just yet, maybe another change of pace would be good for them.
No..what would be good for her was some shadow boxing. In their-in her-front yard, there was a thick tree that was perfect for the deed, its trunk smooth and wide enough for her to wrap a long coil of rope around and use it as a punch/kick target. She'd replaced it several times since she'd first moved to the hut, but it was easier than going to the punching back in the Hidden Hamlet-nice as the people there were.
Making sure that the girls were content (she had some water and snacks just incase), and Max was within sight (and safely chewing on something he hunted) Sonya pulled on a set of combat gloves, flexed her shoulders a bit-and started going to town on the tree.
punch...punch..turn..jab
roundhouse kick...triple kick
turn..jump crescent kick...
She was soon lost in a pattern, visualizing the tree as her opponent and delivering blow after blow. They were automatic now, her body feeling the endorphin rush but there was no longer any sense of enjoyment or relief in the blows.
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on 2013-06-24 11:19 pm (UTC)"Do you have a favorite moment from your discoveries? Or one that sticks out?" Sonya felt a little odd that she was doing most of the talking: Helen already said she was a doctor during the Victorian era, she must've come across something that just blew her mind, especially given how she spoke of science.
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on 2013-06-25 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2013-06-26 12:20 am (UTC)"Back..well, before I arrived here..I was just getting into what would be considered supernatral. One of my allies had the ability to develope his life force into fire-ironic because he's actually one of the most level headed and calm men I know." One would've thought someone with fire powers would've been more erratic. "He tried to teach me how to do the same-or atleast the technique."
To develop her chi into a physical manifestation.
"Alas," She gave a slight shrug and took another sip of tea. "Things got in the way, and before you know it I end up here and what he showed me did nothing."
Not that she really cared at the time: when she first arrived there were so many other things on her mind to worry about and to be concerned of.
"Even before arriving here, I considered erasing the word 'impossible' from my dictionary."
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on 2013-06-26 01:58 pm (UTC)"It's usually a good course of action," Helen agreed. "Putting limitations on things only serves to give you massive blinders when it comes to seeing and being aware of the world around you."
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on 2013-06-27 12:35 am (UTC)Which was worse in a way because skepticism atleast meant there was the possibility of the thing being true.
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on 2013-06-27 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
on 2013-06-27 02:13 am (UTC)"For me, it was only a year before I arrived on the island." She looked at her over her tea, considering. "Don't suppose they have the game 'mortal kombat' in your world, do they?"
She wasn't sure what it was that made her want to talk about it, but her times with Helen showed her that she seemed to be the sort worth confining it-that she didn't judge or freeze up or anything of that sort if Sonya decided to talk about it.
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on 2013-06-27 12:38 pm (UTC)"I don't play video games, I wouldn't know," Helen said, shrugging slightly. "I barely even watch television."
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on 2013-06-27 11:21 pm (UTC)"I stopped looking at books or movies afterwards if they have the name of someone I know on the island. How'm I to know if it's accurately portrayed them or not..plus a matter of the other person's privacy."