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i used to be here

Date & Time: 12/22 with a bit of daylight left out there in gloomy exsilium sky
Location: training hall
Characters: Carrie Kelly, Martin ex-Darkov
Summary: someone looking for himself finds someone else
Warnings: naw

[Martin's not petrified of the loud, hollow echo the door makes like he used to be months before. there's really no need; nothing in here reminds him of lingering, future failures. that time is gone.

so he's walking this massive room with a fresh set of eyes and a clearer head. maybe...clearer by way of emptier? he really doesn't have much business in here, what with his bones free of the Darkov way.

go. learn. find a few things out. Bariyan said he ought to. well...here he is. searching. learning?

learning...learning the friends he knows are still around...aren't in this room.

perhaps he better go.]

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[ apparently this is a training hall, also there's balls on a string speeding for his head. perhaps he better had go. ]

[ She takes the bola with a quick grin, flips herself back up rightside-up, and leans out far enough to make a shake of her head obvious. ]

Nah. Got a lotta time on my hands, s'all.

Edited 2013-01-03 17:14 (UTC)

Oh, ah...

[Martin's smile gets a little crooked again, sheepish.] I don't think I could climb so high. I'm not very strong like that.

Doesn't take strength. [ Her grin is crooked, and with a twist and a twirl, she flings herself lightly to the ground, bola already held out toward him. ] Give it a try?

[he startles a bit, stepping back just out of impulse.

she's nimble. like Alex. like Gina.

he stares at the bola a moment, then her.]

Uh, well...Well, alright. [sure??] But...[looking up at the pole.] How does it work?

[ Well, since he hasn't taken her offering yet, she's free to demonstrate with it. She wraps the string of the bola around the pole, then twice around each wrist, with the balled end in hand to steady it. She positions herself to the side, so her hands are in plain view of her audience, and braces against the pole as she would if climbing. ]

Like this. Gives you a grip to climb with, see? Works better on something too wide to just grab with your hands, but — it's practice.

[big eyes take it all in, but he's still got a faintly overwhelmed air about him. he's slow to process lots of things at once: watching with care distracted from hearing with care. and – where's most important to look? hands? feet? the bola?

luckily, she's standing there long enough for him to put it all together. mostly.

but...wait.]

...But what happens if your foot slips?

Well... [ Her smile is wide and amused, her eyebrows arched innocently. ] I'll catch you.

[...

his mouth quirks, huffing out a one-note laugh.]

Well. Well, I guess that works, doesn't it? [he fidgets in place.]

Tell me what parts I do wrong, too?

'Course. I'll even do it before you're 20 feet up.

[ She unwinds the bola and steps away from the pole, holding it out again. ]

[okay, a slightly nervous laugh at that, taking the bola. his arms sag a second, not anticipating its weight.

right.

so.

how...did this start again? he holds it up, trying to visualize.

oh, right. this goes around, first, and...]

[ She swings in closer, hovering just behind him. ]

You got it. [ A point over his shoulder. ] Take it under your wrist, it'll support better.

Ouh... [he fidgets, readjusting as she suggests, hesitating. now he shifts between glances up at her, confirming, making sure he's not already bungling things up before even getting his feet up off the ground.

...

oh. right. he's...going to have to get his feet off the ground, isn't he?

he gives her a wincing look when he seems to be ready:]

...Now?

Yeah, try it.

[ The smile is bright, encouraging. ]

Just a couple feet at first. You'll know if you got it 'cuz it'll be way easier.

Right...

[a breath.

alright. make it happen, Martin. you were trained to be...marginally athletic, once upon a time. right? that kind of stuff...bleeds over into a new body, right?

time for a bit of hopping, shuffling, and slipping. don't laugh too hard, Carrie, or he'll slip and fall on his butt and that'd just be sad.]

[ This snigger down here is entirely his imagination. Honest. But nonetheless she stands just about as close as she can manage, hands already half lifted and ready. She dares him to fall and try to not be caught. So not happening. ]

So far so good, spud!

Spuh– [whup! he feels his foot slip a little and freezes up, putting all his energy into sticking to that pole like a fly in honey. he gets a bit red in the face, holding his breath so long.]

Th...Thuh-this, looks...easierwhenyoudoit. [wow. talking while trying to be athletic is still a no-no. he gives her a wincing look over his shoulder before trying to inch up his way.]

[ There's two gloved hands against his back the moment his foot slips, but she looks amused rather than concerned. ]

You get the hang of it. Honest.

Well, uh... [a puffed-out laugh.] I think...I don't think I'll be doing much, uh...hanging or otherwise... [this looks a lot easier than it is, he's realized.]

...Can I get down?

You're not high up. Pretty much just let go if you want down.

[ But that said, she's still not taking her hands back until she's sure he's good without them. ]

Right... Then– [he eases up a little, his hands squeaking against the pole as he skid/slides down, landing heavily on his feet.] Uff–

[whew. turning around after a beat, smiling awkwardly.] It's...not as easy as it looks...

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i used to be here

this just happened because of procrastination, DON'T FEEL OBLIGED TO REPLY IN KIND.

WE'RE IN THIS NOW AW YE

AWWWWRIGHT!!!

but then elle realized hands would be involved.......HANDS.....

THIS COULD RETURN TO DRAWING AT ANY MOMENT but for now there is only words

I LIKE WORDS AND PICTURES I LIKE IT ALL

oh shit a work doodle happened

MY TURN TO JUST BE WORDS

GODDAMMIT A MONTH LATER AND THIS IS JUST WORDS AGAIN OR I'LL NEVER DO IT

LMFAO IT IS A LITERAL MONTH DAYM

see i told you. it's like i planned it.

you are a master of plan

and you are still awake what's up with that, go to bed

bc i've lost control of my life and SOMEONE peed on all the sheets

why did you do that.

IT WAS YOU

denial isn't going to fix your problem

THROWS YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE

LEAVES DIVORCE PAPERS TRAILING IN MY WAKE!!!

I AIN'T PAYIN FOR THIS HOUSE ALONE

oh yes you are, and you're taking the kids too. i got the dog.

FAT CHANCE OF THAT

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