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station722017-06-13 10:38 pm
unfavoured) wrote in station722017-06-13 10:38 pm
( open ) D47 - D50 // around the station
CHARACTERS: Parker ( unfavoured ) and whoever.
WHERE: The Station; various locations.
WHEN: From D47 and D50, take your pick.
SUMMARY: Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.
WARNINGS: Technobabble here and there, mention of discomfort and pain, not too gory. Some mention of suicide. Definitely unhappy stuff.
[ The duration of her coma has put a strain on her muscles - most importantly, the stillness of it has allowed the crippling pain to her spine to awaken. Without her caretaker, without someone to know how to relieve the pressure the biowires and metal bones pulling on her flesh and tendons, the EXO-8 inside her is a strain more than an useful shield. There is a reason why they were pulled out of production, after all. It's true that the symbiote could help relieve it, temporarily or not, but by now the older Hosts are aware of her still on-going refusal of joining the Nest, even for a second.
So, she endures. There are painkillers on the medbay, but that's only a temporary solution for a long term problem.
( 01.A ) It's during the evenings that it hurts the most, when she is trying to sleep. When there is no possible position for her to lay down on without feeling like every tendon, every nerve, is being tugged, pulled apart, rewired, adjusted. Without feeling it so fully, the way they pull on skin and tendons to adjust the weight of an overdue reset. She lays awake, changing from fetal position to curled every minute, clenching around herself. She does not sleep in their assigned rooms, instead choosing to sleep anywhere else, which means a late sleeper could walk on her, under the benches of the training wing, head pressed to the floor and shivering, or fallen off the industrial-sized shelves she seems to have taken a liking to in the hangar, gritting her teeth and bracing against the floor, holding in the cries of pain, ragged breath. Unusually unguarded mind sending the painful jolts and torn sensations in the smaller radius around her, even if subdued - it is not the full amount of pain that is being broadcast, but enough to understand that whatever's going on, it's bad.
( 01.B ) And even though she spends nights in restless toss and turn, the lack of sleep is not enough to keep Parker away from the Training Wing. She has been still for too long in her comatose state, and needs this to feel-- useless. Not that it works that well, not with the effort of the physicality of her moves, not with the focus ignoring the pain in her back. It's only a matter of time, then, when she plummets to the floor after a sudden jolt and her hands fail to grab on to the ropes she was climbing on. She falls about six feet, slamming hard to the floor and can't help the cry that leaves her throat, not from the fall but from the tense explosion of muscles in her back, and for a second it almost feels like it's being ripped off of her. Rolling on to her knees, she curls over herself, breathing hard through clenched teeth, raspy sounds turning her throat raw. She curls her fingers into the back of her hair, hunching over herself, and forces her eyes closed as if that would help in focusing controlling the pain.
It does not.
( 01.C ) So when she stops, when she finally stops for a second, she's exhausted but she can't sleep. She lays in the corner of a long, empty corridor, arms crossed over her face and doing her best to not give in to the scream that she wants to let go, biting on the sleeve of her shirt instead with her eyes intensely glaring at the ceiling like it was their fault. God, they could at least let her see the sky. ]
[ It's not likely she will admit to it, but she has now a favourite place aboard the Station. Of course, saying that she has one is pushing a little. Anywhere in this place is less than optimal, but she will concede to the fact that a pool is a good idea. For her, relief. The weightlessness of her body on water lessens the discomfort and pain along her spine, no longer bones but metal and wires, it following the long, surgical scar from the base of her neck down to the small of her back. The provided suit lets some of it visible, was she not floating around with her torso turned up to the ceiling - and with the scar bruises that weren't there before, recent and red, like stretchmarks, darker of serpentine paths of veins that are almost visible.
Bobbing on open water, Parker slowly opens her eyes to the glaring white, feeling the still water disturbed by nearby movement. She sighs, not exactly surprised, and slowly turns her head to the splishy splashy new companion way too close for comfort. ]
Can you not do that about ten feet apart from here?
[ It's not the pool isn't for everyone or whatever, problematic child. ]
[ Of course, if she can't fall asleep, there is always the bending over poitless files and records and try to gather information. She occupies a whole desk for herself, as if doing homework, one hand writing, taking notes on the small notebook once provided by prince with her pencil. She looks over some books, records, whatever, then goes back to scribbling.
She's quiet, very quiet - not in the sense of physical silence, but her mind. She's aware and awake, and so her conscious decision of keeping everything locked away under a barrier from her mind.
Parker only lifts her head when Helen stops directly in front of her, casting her shadow over her papers. ]
You're blocking the light. [ She says irritably, squinting at her. She can't recognize her, but then again, Parker seldom does the effort to meet anyone in the Station. ]
[ She will be easy to find by the pool now more, but that doesn't mean she is any less cranky. Other places are high shelves on the docks, the emptier corridors and, yes, hanging from tall places where people are less likely to bother her. Can often be found reading. ]
unfavoured ) and whoever.WHERE: The Station; various locations.
WHEN: From D47 and D50, take your pick.
SUMMARY: Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.
WARNINGS: Technobabble here and there, mention of discomfort and pain, not too gory. Some mention of suicide. Definitely unhappy stuff.
(01.?) ❚❚❚❚❚ When our bodies melt and they will collide
[ The duration of her coma has put a strain on her muscles - most importantly, the stillness of it has allowed the crippling pain to her spine to awaken. Without her caretaker, without someone to know how to relieve the pressure the biowires and metal bones pulling on her flesh and tendons, the EXO-8 inside her is a strain more than an useful shield. There is a reason why they were pulled out of production, after all. It's true that the symbiote could help relieve it, temporarily or not, but by now the older Hosts are aware of her still on-going refusal of joining the Nest, even for a second.
So, she endures. There are painkillers on the medbay, but that's only a temporary solution for a long term problem.
( 01.A ) It's during the evenings that it hurts the most, when she is trying to sleep. When there is no possible position for her to lay down on without feeling like every tendon, every nerve, is being tugged, pulled apart, rewired, adjusted. Without feeling it so fully, the way they pull on skin and tendons to adjust the weight of an overdue reset. She lays awake, changing from fetal position to curled every minute, clenching around herself. She does not sleep in their assigned rooms, instead choosing to sleep anywhere else, which means a late sleeper could walk on her, under the benches of the training wing, head pressed to the floor and shivering, or fallen off the industrial-sized shelves she seems to have taken a liking to in the hangar, gritting her teeth and bracing against the floor, holding in the cries of pain, ragged breath. Unusually unguarded mind sending the painful jolts and torn sensations in the smaller radius around her, even if subdued - it is not the full amount of pain that is being broadcast, but enough to understand that whatever's going on, it's bad.
( 01.B ) And even though she spends nights in restless toss and turn, the lack of sleep is not enough to keep Parker away from the Training Wing. She has been still for too long in her comatose state, and needs this to feel-- useless. Not that it works that well, not with the effort of the physicality of her moves, not with the focus ignoring the pain in her back. It's only a matter of time, then, when she plummets to the floor after a sudden jolt and her hands fail to grab on to the ropes she was climbing on. She falls about six feet, slamming hard to the floor and can't help the cry that leaves her throat, not from the fall but from the tense explosion of muscles in her back, and for a second it almost feels like it's being ripped off of her. Rolling on to her knees, she curls over herself, breathing hard through clenched teeth, raspy sounds turning her throat raw. She curls her fingers into the back of her hair, hunching over herself, and forces her eyes closed as if that would help in focusing controlling the pain.
It does not.
( 01.C ) So when she stops, when she finally stops for a second, she's exhausted but she can't sleep. She lays in the corner of a long, empty corridor, arms crossed over her face and doing her best to not give in to the scream that she wants to let go, biting on the sleeve of her shirt instead with her eyes intensely glaring at the ceiling like it was their fault. God, they could at least let her see the sky. ]
(02) ❚❚❚❚❚ We hear echoes from another galaxy
[ It's not likely she will admit to it, but she has now a favourite place aboard the Station. Of course, saying that she has one is pushing a little. Anywhere in this place is less than optimal, but she will concede to the fact that a pool is a good idea. For her, relief. The weightlessness of her body on water lessens the discomfort and pain along her spine, no longer bones but metal and wires, it following the long, surgical scar from the base of her neck down to the small of her back. The provided suit lets some of it visible, was she not floating around with her torso turned up to the ceiling - and with the scar bruises that weren't there before, recent and red, like stretchmarks, darker of serpentine paths of veins that are almost visible.
Bobbing on open water, Parker slowly opens her eyes to the glaring white, feeling the still water disturbed by nearby movement. She sighs, not exactly surprised, and slowly turns her head to the splishy splashy new companion way too close for comfort. ]
Can you not do that about ten feet apart from here?
[ It's not the pool isn't for everyone or whatever, problematic child. ]
( FOR HELEN M. ) ❚❚❚❚❚ I can hear the sounds but they're all in reverse
[ Of course, if she can't fall asleep, there is always the bending over poitless files and records and try to gather information. She occupies a whole desk for herself, as if doing homework, one hand writing, taking notes on the small notebook once provided by prince with her pencil. She looks over some books, records, whatever, then goes back to scribbling.
She's quiet, very quiet - not in the sense of physical silence, but her mind. She's aware and awake, and so her conscious decision of keeping everything locked away under a barrier from her mind.
Parker only lifts her head when Helen stops directly in front of her, casting her shadow over her papers. ]
You're blocking the light. [ She says irritably, squinting at her. She can't recognize her, but then again, Parker seldom does the effort to meet anyone in the Station. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ WILDCARD.
[ She will be easy to find by the pool now more, but that doesn't mean she is any less cranky. Other places are high shelves on the docks, the emptier corridors and, yes, hanging from tall places where people are less likely to bother her. Can often be found reading. ]
02
This is going to get irritating, but she doesn't exactly have a swim-cap. She's only partway through her first lap when Parker speaks up and Asuka drifts to a halt, reaching out to stop herself against the pool wall. ]
What? It's a public pool, isn't it?
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What isn't?
[ She grumbles, still frowning. She gives Asuka a once-over, not recognising her. Another one. Jesus, she wasn't out for that long. This place goes through people faster than superheroes going through celebrity debacles. ]
You swim like you're drowning.
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[ Makes total sense to Asuka. Then she bristles a little at having her form insulted. First of all, how dare you- ]
Look, I don't have a swim-cap. It's not my fault! my form is usually perfect!
[ Being short an eye doesn't really help her either, but she does her best not to mention that. Ever. ]
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Regardless, she gives her a "Sure, Jan" look when she refutes Parker's insult - which she didn't mean as an insult, but everything that comes out of her mouth sounds like one anyway. It's a gift and a curse that nobody wants. ]
Do you think you'll have a swim cap at hand if you get dropped into an ocean or...?
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[ Asuka retorts with a snort, treading water. She didn't ask for swimming advice and she's always managed fine before now. So where does this woman get off? ]
I didn't ask for your advice!
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[ She says, flat-toned and dead eyed. What a floppy swimmer. Just shave your head, Asuka. ]
So-- ten feet away?
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Ten feet away from what? You? Don't float in the middle of the pool, moron.
[ Hostility? Asuka can deal with hostility. That's easy. ]
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Your definition of middle is off. [ Ehn, debatable. ]
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[ She hikes some wet hair over her shoulder with a snort and pushes off of the edge of the pool. She came out to have a good time and- ]
I'm going to keep swimming. If you think you can keep your comments to yourself, fine.
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I'll race you for the space.
[ She offers in a flat tone, shrugging. ]
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You're on, asshole.
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She gives her a quick tilt of her head, raised eyebrow, and watches her for a second, before pushing against the water for the edge. She hoists herself up and off from it too, keeping her front turned to Asuka rather than her back. Shaking her hair out a little, making it go curly and spiky in random direction. She points to the one next to her. ]
Come on, then.
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Ready when you are.
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She isn't one for flourishes. Her legs flex, knees bent slightly. ]
Go.
[ It's simple and sharp. She matches her leap with Asuka's, not taking advantage of the micro-second she could have gotten ahead from being the one saying "go". She gets into the water straight, chin to chest, hands stretched, and cuts through underwater as much as she can. ]
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Maybe she will cut her hair someday, but it's not today. Or anytime in the near future. ]
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It's almost like in that single moment, she is having a little bit of fun.
One arm and the other, tilting her head to the left every time she has to take in air, but doing only when necessary to not lose speed. She can feel the waves Asuka's strong strokes in her lane, and she gives it as good as she gets. ]
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Woops.
Her muscles are burning and she tries to eke out a bit more push as she reaches for the far wall. ]
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But Parker has one advantage: longer limbs. She hits the wall on the other side, quick to turn underwater, pushing herself off against the edge, and pushes herself to swim much faster. ]
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She might be in for a rude awakening. ]
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Her hand slams against the edge they had begun at, finishing the race like so. She shakes her head, spitting water, and turns her head to see how she did against Asuka. ]
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Damn it!
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I'm done anyway. [ she says, pulling herself to her feet and turning her back, with veins too visible around the spine like they have been inked from the inside, to head over to where she has her stuff. she grabs her oversized t-shirt, pulling it over her wet body, and her towel, wiping the side of her head. ]
Enjoy the pool, Red.
[ She says offhandedly and distant, like she's not really thinking about her. ]
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My name is Asuka!