InsaneJournal

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.