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David (memoria_rasa) wrote in age_of_miracles,
@ 2008-03-22 23:53:00

Entry tags:

mermaid, postman

Thread: Mermaid and Postman
Who: Arla Lawrence and David de Souza
When: March 22, lateish
Where: The swimming pool
What: David's in desperate need of exercise after getting himself rather thoroughly beaten in Washington ... and figures of all the places to have an accidental run-in with Arla, the pool is a decent bet.

It had been five days since David had returned home from Washington - via Chicago - and if the thought alone of jumping hadn't been to painful to consider, he would have been bouncing off of the walls. It wasn't something he really thought about very much, but exercise was an integral part of David's life rituals. Living clandestinely got one used to a certain amount of excitement, he supposed, which was normally used up in daily jogs, training, or spontaneous games of basketball.

None of those were really an option at the moment, not with the tender feeling in the grand majority of his bones. David had received a bit of treatment when he'd dropped Shatter back with the Morlocks, at the hands of a well-meaning but not particularly skilled young girl they had recruited since he'd left them to fend for themselves. She'd fixed two broken bones, and given him the worst charlie horse he'd ever had, which meant that he was too healthy for the medlab, and too injured for pretty much anything else.

Sinking into the comfortable waters of the swimming pool now, David wished he'd remembered it earlier. Swimming was a way to use up his energy, as well as take his mind away from the images that kept playing back in his head. Death, chaos, destruction, pain, some of each at his hands. And Chicago, coming and then leaving again, had its own pain. Pushing off from the edge of the pool, David turned his mind to the calming, repetitive movements of swimming lengths.

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mathemafishian
2008-03-24 04:08 am UTC (link)

Arla raised her eyebrows, looking him over. "It's not my fault you inhaled when I decided to splash," she said pointedly, kicking her feet idly through the water and finally feeling comfortable now that she was in her element. "I'm in the water. I know you wanted me to keep on standing there looking pretty but that's not something I do well."

She pushed her wet hair out of her face, grinning at him. "You look like crap from this angle, too."

	memoria_rasa 2008-03-24 07:01 am UTC (link)
	The little push sent David spinning in a gentle circle, eliciting a surprised chuckle. What had she just done - and, did he know she could do it? Not massively relevant, really. He sighed, crossing to the other side of the pool to brace himself with his elbows on the deck. "I'm the last person to start with 'feel-good' whatever," he remarked with unusual candor. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	mathemafishian 2008-03-24 05:38 pm UTC (link)
	"Sounds like the kids are all up and fighting these days," said Arla, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Good thing you got to him before he got himself killed, right?" They were on opposite sides of the pool, Arla swishing her flippers and sending gentle currents in his direction. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	mathemafishian 2008-03-25 12:21 am UTC (link)
	"What do you mean, it depends?" Arla asked, raising her eyebrows. "I don't think it depends. You either do or you don't. I have, if it makes you feel better." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	memoria_rasa 2008-03-25 12:36 am UTC (link)
	"It depends," David explained, trailing a hand through the water, "whether you're asking about death, or loss of life." It wasn't, he'd admit, a distinction very many people had to make. "Or, making it possible for someone else to commit murder." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)