umbradomina (umbradomina) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-06-04 06:37:00 |
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Things lately had been, well, not normal. Nicky had asked to be put on reserve, due to her anxiety, but she didn't know if the request had gone through since she had switched handlers (yet again). The good thing was that she actually liked this woman. She came out of the gate super strong, like some hardass, but Nicky could respect it. She really enjoyed the thought that the little shits who had been shipped in lately wouldn't be able to get away with so much bullshit with a handler like Gupta around. Of course, she also hadn't expected someone to blow up the fucking gymnasium, but sometimes things like that happened around here. The people that ran the facility would smooth it all over with the community by saying that the boiler blew up or some bullshit like that. As long as they kept the populace safe, they wouldn't complain too hard. Besides, the rumors about there being a facility full of superhuman freaks were just rumors, right? Other than when they were training, today was the first time she had felt like trying to get in some of her own brand of exercise. She hadn't danced in weeks and every joint felt stiff. Yes, she had done a lot of exercises, but they weren't the same as dancing. Dancing kept her limber and helped her be a better agent. She could squeeze into smaller spaces and contort to fit just about anywhere. It was also her own personal brand of freedom. The regiment could take everything else away, but they could never take away her ability to dance to the rhythm in her head. They could strap her down to her bed, but she would still find a way to dance. Nicky slid a set wireless earbuds on and pulled her hair back tight, tucking her music player into the pocket of the armband that she had picked up from the shoppette a couple years ago. It was worn out and she probably needed a new one, but she couldn't let it go yet. She kept things pretty much until they fell apart and this thing hadn't quite done that just yet. When you moved around a lot, it was the smallest things that you couldn't stand to part with. She started a series of stretches that would help her limber back up and regain her groove. A few of her joints popped and it felt like a relief. Pain wasn't so much pleasure for her as it was relief. Pain could let you know you were alive. Music beat loudly in her ears as she leaned backwards and stretched downward. Her spine popped in a few places and she felt some of her muscles flex in a way that was only a little painful. She hadn't actually done a backbend in a month. Jesus, that was a long time. Her muscle memory was going to get wiped out if she did't get back into her old routine. The problem was that the time she had worked out with Eric and Julie had been eaten up by her new therapy routine: meditation, office visits, journaling, more meditation, lather, rinse, and repeat. It didn't really help her anxiety, but it did help give her structure to latch onto. These, along with a stricter handler, seemed to help support her. But that wasn't on her mind today. Her mind today was focused on moving and feeling the music in her ear. The weather wasn't warm like Florida, but the humidity was pretty fucking close. The cooler weather did allow her to exercise harder so she was okay with that. Her backbend evolved into a handstand and Nicky kept her eyes closed as she held her body upright. She could hold that pose for quite a long time were it not for the blood rushing to her brain making her heart pound in her ears. She flipped herself back upright just so that she could tumble backwards again, tumbles evolving into full blown flips as she caught momentum and landed mostly on her feet. Nicky wobbled quite a bit, not having done that in a while, but she was able to keep herself standing. What the tumbling flips did manage to do was that they knocked one of her earbuds out so that she had to stop to try to pick it out of the grass. "Fuck," she mumbled under her breath as she tried searched for the tiny piece. She wasn't about to continue with that missing. |