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exsiliumlogs2012-12-30 10:22 pm
whatsupcroc) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-12-30 10:22 pm
Entry tags:
(closed) it's not even light out
Date & Time: Sunday December 30th
Location: The Pool! In/around the Hold.
Characters: Tier Halibel & Collette.
Summary: Swimming is a most excellent pastime - one for champions, in fact. Also an interesting place to meet someone for the first time...
Warnings: Halibel may in fact have no shame, but that's about the one that comes to mind right now!
Collette was glad as ever for the general temperature of the pool. Heated water didn't bring the temperature to uncomfortable levels better suited for a jacuzzi, but it meant it was generally more pleasant than the outside temperatures, particularly at this time of year.
She was glad for a way to relax and unwind from the mental hoops she'd been jumping the last few days. Her baking teacher was on trial for murder, she'd run across a giant wolf, one of her roommates never came by the apartment, Barnaby had been hard to get in touch with since he went camping with his partner, and right now it felt like more of the people she knew and cared about were wrapped up in events she couldn't quite figure out or have any impact on.
Swimming helped make that matter less, giving her a focus and a means of working out nervous, frustrated energy. She was already on her third lap, breaking from the backstroke into the more difficult butterfly stroke as she thought to chase away her thoughts through sheer physical exertion. Some days she wondered if she should have ever aimed to be competitive in this sort of sport, even knowing there was as much a chance of being part of the Special Olympics due to the simple lack of propulsion offered by a nonresponsive lower body, but it was more idle thinking than anything else. Things like that required money and opportunity -- and didn't apply when one was trapped in alternate realities and quite likely dead at home.
She could delight in the sensation of being alive as she was now. Managing the keystroke felt great in the moment, though the energy required to propel herself forward and bring both arms out of the water using proper form would leave her too tired if she kept it up for long.
One lap, maybe two. The pool here was close to olympic sized: it was a decent work-out if one wanted to use it properly. Maybe just the one lap, she told herself. There's more I should get done tonight before I hit the hay.
Location: The Pool! In/around the Hold.
Characters: Tier Halibel & Collette.
Summary: Swimming is a most excellent pastime - one for champions, in fact. Also an interesting place to meet someone for the first time...
Warnings: Halibel may in fact have no shame, but that's about the one that comes to mind right now!
Collette was glad as ever for the general temperature of the pool. Heated water didn't bring the temperature to uncomfortable levels better suited for a jacuzzi, but it meant it was generally more pleasant than the outside temperatures, particularly at this time of year.
She was glad for a way to relax and unwind from the mental hoops she'd been jumping the last few days. Her baking teacher was on trial for murder, she'd run across a giant wolf, one of her roommates never came by the apartment, Barnaby had been hard to get in touch with since he went camping with his partner, and right now it felt like more of the people she knew and cared about were wrapped up in events she couldn't quite figure out or have any impact on.
Swimming helped make that matter less, giving her a focus and a means of working out nervous, frustrated energy. She was already on her third lap, breaking from the backstroke into the more difficult butterfly stroke as she thought to chase away her thoughts through sheer physical exertion. Some days she wondered if she should have ever aimed to be competitive in this sort of sport, even knowing there was as much a chance of being part of the Special Olympics due to the simple lack of propulsion offered by a nonresponsive lower body, but it was more idle thinking than anything else. Things like that required money and opportunity -- and didn't apply when one was trapped in alternate realities and quite likely dead at home.
She could delight in the sensation of being alive as she was now. Managing the keystroke felt great in the moment, though the energy required to propel herself forward and bring both arms out of the water using proper form would leave her too tired if she kept it up for long.
One lap, maybe two. The pool here was close to olympic sized: it was a decent work-out if one wanted to use it properly. Maybe just the one lap, she told herself. There's more I should get done tonight before I hit the hay.