May 'Mayday' Parker (_mayday) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-07 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | may parker, open |
Who: May Parker and Open to anyone at the Hyperion
What: Training the the gym
When: Late evening, around 7pm
Where: The Hyperion, training room
Rating: PG
May wasn't having the best day. Her mother was gone. Granted, she was probably gone home, where she belonged. But now it was just Peter, with no MJ. And Peter wasn't that far away from her age. This world was definitely cruel, though there wasn't much she could do about it. Safe to say, May was in a bad mood.
She didn't really have anyway to solve that problem. After being outside in the city for a few hours, and not running into anything that needed her attention, she found herself in the gym. Standing in an open space, she was dressed in cut off sweat pants, and a blank tank top. Hair pulled back, there was a blindfold over her eyes. In her hand was a staff, a simple wooden staff. It was really too bad she didn't have someone to train with, but she could always go over the patterns and routines that the Lady Hawks had drilled into her head over the years.
For a moment, she was still. She concentrated on her breathing as she tried to clear her head. More than anything, she just wanted to be back home. Away from here, and to the place where she was needed. Her New York needed Spider-Girl. This city didn't need her. Hell, she was convinced the heroes of this city didn't want her here either. She started the routine quickly, her staff whipping through the air. Her movements flowed with exact precision, following a familiar pattern as a simple warm up. It as easy, something she'd done over and over. It was too simple when she was on her own.
As the routine went on, she began to move from her spot. It increased in complexity, and eventually she was dodging, jumping and twisting in ways that were inhuman, in ways that made her Spider-Girl, and unique from everyone else. When there was a familiar feeling, warning her that someone was watching, she dropped from the air, landing soundlessly, and turning to look in the direction she knew the person was standing.