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Arany

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I'm treading water while you're building boats {zily}
« on: October 10, 2017, 02:10:31 pm »
Left, right. Left, right. Up, up. Left, right-

Priya's fists connected with the punching bag in steady, determined blows. Her muscles weren't beginning to ache, not yet, but judging by how her target barely moved when her punches landed she was already running low on energy.

The training complex was empty this late at night. Most pilots, including her, were off-duty, and a majority of these aforementioned pilots probably had places they'd rather be than the bleak training complex in which they spent much of their on-duty time. In fact, Priya could also think of a few places she would prefer to be a Friday evening like this. While the strongest contender was 'at home, in her bed', closely followed by 'out somewhere nice'; 'just anywhere else' was making a great case.

Left kick, right kick, left kick, right kick. Left, right-

As the last blow landed, Priya's glove-clad hand practically slid off the side of the punching bag, and the power behind the punch made her loose her balance and plummet forward. She landed on the ground with a heavy thud, her right arm squashed between her body and the padded floor. Pain shot through her body while her vision for a second went entirely white, yet the sound that fell from her lips wasn't anything more than a soundless cry. As the sharpness of the pain eventually dulled, Priya managed to muster up the energy to roll onto her back, opening her eyes only to be greeted by the artificial yellow of the ceiling lights.

Priya, Naja's telepathic voice practically rang through the silence of the room, perhaps it's time to call it a day.

For a brief second, Priya thought her dragons words would be the final straw that broke her back. Her entire face clenched together into a grimace, her lower lip started trembling and tears began to form behind her eyelids- but before she could let out a first sob the pilot stopped herself in order to suck in a deep breath.

In, out. In, out. In- 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 , 1-

"I'm fine for a bit longer," Priya insisted, cringing in pain as she shifted up into a sitting position. Even though her dragon wasn't present in the room, Priya could practically feel Naja's stare burning hot in her back as the pilot mustered whatever strength that remained in order to get back on her feet. The world was spinning around her, her head hot and heavy, but after a few seconds of repeating the same pattern of breathing Priya was strong enough to continue. The first punch landed where it should, and so did the next. Her pace returned by each hit, although the dizzy sensation remained.

Left, right. Left, right. Up, up. Left, right. Up, up, up, up, up, up, up.
« Last Edit: October 17, 2017, 02:05:29 pm by Arany »

zilarra

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Re: I'm treading water while you're building boats {zily}
« Reply #1 on: October 16, 2017, 10:33:01 am »
This is really becoming a bad habit, Hridhoggr remarks for what has to be the fourth evening in a row as they once again stand facing the entrance to the training complex. Óskar’s stare is solemn as he debates on whether or not to enter the building, his both arms hanging slack by his body as he listens to his dragon’s telepathic voice. Yet can’t bring himself to reply. After all, he knows the dragon is right and the dragon knows he knows it.

The dome that surrounds Haviah is growing darker by the second as night is settling in. Friday evenings have never made for extreme activity at the ATC and therefore Oskár finds himself almost by his own, with the exception of his dragon. There is nothing but silence for a few seconds, where Óskar stands contemplating the situation. He isn’t used to not knowing what to do, especially not when it comes to helping others. Hridhoggr seems to be even more at loss; his disgruntled mood and snarky comments now replaced only with grave silence and an expression kin to pity. For what feels like minutes the pair remains quiet, waiting for the other to either say or do something. It’s Óskar who eventually breaks the quiet, heaving a deep sigh as he habitually pulls a hand through his long hair.

”There is nothing I can do but try to talk to her again. Please, if you can-” Óskar begins, but cuts himself off with another sigh- this one more tired than anything.

I’ll talk to Naja, the dragon finishes for him and immediately sets off, leaving no time for further discussion. Óskar know the elder is happy to avoid emotional confrontations like the one Óskar is sure will follow.

The pilot makes his way through the training complex’s dim-lit corridors with heavy steps, following the route in his head almost robotically. He avoids paying any mind to the fact that he has done this so often he knows exactly where she is, and that the pattern of her punches seem to echo through his head louder than it echoes through the corridors.

Left, right. Left, right. Up, up. Left, right. Left, right, up, up, up-

« Last Edit: October 16, 2017, 10:33:35 am by zilarra »

Arany

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Re: I'm treading water while you're building boats {zily}
« Reply #2 on: October 17, 2017, 02:41:45 pm »
Priya knows Óskar is present before the other even has a chance to speak. While this has become somewhat of a habit, it isn't until now that Priya pays a thought to why she can tell this. The only probable options, she decides, is that she either has come to recognize his footsteps or because she has come to expect him to be present at this time. Since she desperately wants to avoid thinking about the situation, the only conclusion she comes to is that she doesn't want to know. The implication of either option is terrifying.

She attempts to continue on like nothing has happened, ignoring the presence of her best friend, despite knowing she will fail. Her punches get sloppier as her concentration fades and every hit makes the ache in her limbs stretch closer towards her chest. Tears are back in her eyes and her throat constricts almost painfully, yet it isn't until she finally misses her target and charges head-first into the punching bag that she stops to breathe properly. As she stops, the fatigue that is now plaguing her every bone and every muscle makes itself known, dulling her other senses into nothing and making her entire body tremble. If not for the fact that she has the punching bag to lean her forehead against, Priya suspect her entire body would cave in, her legs would give out and she would be nothing but a puddle on the floor. But with one arm slung around the bag that also supports her entire bodyweight; she manages to stay standing as she pants almost asthmatically.

With the exception of her heaved gulps of air, the room goes clinically quiet. Priya says nothing, choosing to put all her focus on her breathing.

In, out. In, out. In- out. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 , 1- out.
« Last Edit: October 17, 2017, 02:43:07 pm by Arany »

 

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