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ten_fwd2015-07-05 09:58 pm
treadswater) wrote in ten_fwd2015-07-05 09:58 pm
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Gym - OTA
There was a time when Annie was in a gym at least six days out of seven. Ages eleven to sixteen, during her time at the Career Academy (a slightly grandiose name for quite a glorified school club, but it wasn't until Annie was a victor herself that she recognized the self-depreciating humour in the name). Before school and after school, training and training and training. After that, when she was washed out, no gyms, but she kept up the physical activity - and exceeded it, fishing being what it is. As a victor, she ran most mornings, or swum. Worked out. Sparred with Finnick. She'd noticed if she didn't, her mind got worse, her fits of hysteria (anxiety attacks, Beverly had called them) more frequent.
But it's been six months since she's done anything properly physical regularly. When her mood's been stable, she's turned the holodeck into a running track, but that hasn't been nearly anything like five or six days out of seven.
She's twitchy, which goes a way to explain how she winds up in the gymnasium, trailing her fingers over the bo staffs in their rack. She'd been good at spears in the Academy, and although the idea of stabbing now makes her uneasy, she's still good at wielding a staff. She can get her fiancé (tall, built, twice her size and lethal) on his back.
Annie picks up one of the staffs and hefts it, giving it an experimental twirl. It's well-balanced, and she smiles, quiet and shy and delighted.
But despite that delight, and how practically she's already dressed (boots, trousers, simple blouse under her loose jacket, hair braided), she doesn't make any further movements towards any of the practice mats.
But it's been six months since she's done anything properly physical regularly. When her mood's been stable, she's turned the holodeck into a running track, but that hasn't been nearly anything like five or six days out of seven.
She's twitchy, which goes a way to explain how she winds up in the gymnasium, trailing her fingers over the bo staffs in their rack. She'd been good at spears in the Academy, and although the idea of stabbing now makes her uneasy, she's still good at wielding a staff. She can get her fiancé (tall, built, twice her size and lethal) on his back.
Annie picks up one of the staffs and hefts it, giving it an experimental twirl. It's well-balanced, and she smiles, quiet and shy and delighted.
But despite that delight, and how practically she's already dressed (boots, trousers, simple blouse under her loose jacket, hair braided), she doesn't make any further movements towards any of the practice mats.
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She steps away from Kate, a little, and then adjusts her grip on the staff to point it down.
"So, uh. Here's a wave that's breakin;," she says, drawing a two-sided triangle with curved sides. "Now, this is happenin' all along it, horizontal, but one end can go first. What we do when we surf is we glide the the board along the side of the wave, with it breaking behind us as we go. I mean, sometimes we're caught, and then we're all tumble with the wave. Does. That make more sense? I think there are clips on the archives if, if it doesn't."
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"Huh. I think so. You're ridin' the board like a ... flat boat?"
She glances at the other woman to get confirmation.
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Annie grins at her and, whatever else, the love she has for the sport she's described is clear.
"So, like a boat skims across the surface, so does the board. You can lie down, and you do that to travel out, but once you're trying to ride a wave, you stand."
She pauses, face turning mischievous.
"Mostly, you stand. Kinda thing where you can do tricks."
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"Trick ridin' sounds like somethin' you could do on horseback."
If Annie notices a little of that mischievousness mirrored back at her, it ain't because Kate has experience with that or anything. No sir.
Ahem.
"Oh gracious, that sounds like fun! An' you know how to do this?"
[ooc: I apologize for my slowness, RL has been kicking me pretty hard lately. >_<]
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Annie grins at her. A bright, broad grin that lights up her face, lights up her sea-green eyes. It's a very daring grin. I dare you to do handstands, I dare you to do a flip.
"That I do. Miss doin' it properly, the Gulf's waves are a lot smaller than the ocean's. And, haven't really trusted the holodeck enough here. But back home, on Sunday's, we used to have little competitions. Showin' off who could catch the biggest wave."
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It's the kind of grin she'll see mirrored back at her, given enough time with Kate.
"Don't trust a room that can turn into anythin' you want it to, includin' the great horizon?"
She chuckles dryly. She can understand that feeling. It don't seem quite real, and were she a little less traveled she might not trust it herself.
Still hasn't really learned how to use it, even.
"At least it seems safe enough. I've stumbled into it enough times, an' never had a terrible experience. In fact, a friend'a mine has invited me t'go on a safari in a few days."
She's excited about it.
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Water and Annie can be...complicated.
So she'd much rather shift gears, crinkle her nose a little as she looks at Kate. "What's a safari?"
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Kate's eyes widen and sparkle, just as bright as the water reflects the sun.
"What's a — well. D'you know of Africa?"
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No."
She smiles, impish and wry in equal measures.
"'Least not really. I read a bit about here, that it's a continent on Earth, but I don't really know much else."
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"If y'can spare a moment to chew the fat, I'll tell you all about it."
It's, honestly, a dangerous prospect coming from Kate. As she grew she devoured dime novels and penny rags and any adventure story she could get her hands on. She always fancied the journals of Lewis and Clark, reading the two-volume epic Paul Allen published in 1814, and every Jules Verne novel published to date by her age—not to mention the whole catalog once she had the future's resources at her fingertips.
In other words, she could go on all day about the wilds of the world. Annie best have time to sit.