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permutates) wrote2013-07-25 05:05 pm
permutates) wrote2013-07-25 05:05 pm
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2nd Transformation . spam :: gym
[ Instead of asking the network, she goes to the gym herself, wanting to see if there's any likely teachers, or people who are worth watching. (Raven can learn a lot from watching, she's found.)
So she ventures into the gym, blue-skinned, dressed in a tank top and loose sweatpants, and she sees the balance beam.
She part-remembers being a child, stepping out into a playground and playing along one. She always had the best balance. And she thinks of what Azazel has been teaching her, and she wonders...
She hops up onto it, a smooth movement, and extends her arms, testing her balance one way or another. She seems steady, so she dashes from one end to the other, every footstep sure. She tips backwards, then, folds until she's standing on her hands. It's hard to keep her grip, exactly; she shifts her fingers and stretches her legs out, a split, one forward, one backward. Rolls onto the forward one, moving herself back to her feet. And she does the whole movement again, quicker this time.
It's easy.
Part of her wants to laugh with the thrill of it, with realizing how innate her own physical abilities are. How graceful she is when she's not pretending to be someone else.
She balances on the end, debating attempting some sort of flip off of it. ]
So she ventures into the gym, blue-skinned, dressed in a tank top and loose sweatpants, and she sees the balance beam.
She part-remembers being a child, stepping out into a playground and playing along one. She always had the best balance. And she thinks of what Azazel has been teaching her, and she wonders...
She hops up onto it, a smooth movement, and extends her arms, testing her balance one way or another. She seems steady, so she dashes from one end to the other, every footstep sure. She tips backwards, then, folds until she's standing on her hands. It's hard to keep her grip, exactly; she shifts her fingers and stretches her legs out, a split, one forward, one backward. Rolls onto the forward one, moving herself back to her feet. And she does the whole movement again, quicker this time.
It's easy.
Part of her wants to laugh with the thrill of it, with realizing how innate her own physical abilities are. How graceful she is when she's not pretending to be someone else.
She balances on the end, debating attempting some sort of flip off of it. ]
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[ Learning.
She isn't sure whether the emotionless tone in Natasha's voice is welcome or a little insulting. It's... odd, to her.]
Learning to stop hiding.
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[Natasha breaks speaking to take a few very hard jabs at the bag, rocking it back with some considerable force, trying to prompt Raven into action.]
It doesn't. It stays hard. If you're lucky, though, you get tougher. Life is worth not missing out on.
[It took her a while and a lot of outside help to figure out that last one, but she finally got it.]
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When the bag loses its appeal, she takes a step back, and stretches her arms up over her head.]
You fight?
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