Phasma (phasmic) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-03-02 13:46:00 |
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The last two weeks had been significantly more downs than ups and more than once Phasma had felt at the end of her tether. It was Keldo and Noah who had largely kept her centered in those unpredictable moments, but the lack of control had started to fray her; one nerve at a time. When things were difficult and uncertain, Phasma did what she'd always done and fell back on her training. She didn't have all of the programs she needed here, but she was slowly chipping away at that as well. Some things had yet to fall into place. But it was only a matter of time and resources. In the meantime, there was only one thing that made her feel better. Punching things. And there were designated things to be punched here as there had been back in the First Order training facilities. It helped, if only because it gave her something to focus on and drained that destructive pulse of energy inside her. She'd spent hours in the gym before, but now it was almost more likely to find her there than anywhere else. She had been pummeling the punching bag for almost an hour. Her hands had started out wrapped, but the bandages had frayed and she'd simply cast them to the ground instead of replacing them. There were already abrasions forming across her right knuckles where she kept hitting the same seam over and over again, hammering so hard at the exact same spot the designs of the stitching had left an impression in her skin. She briefly wondered which would break first: the nylon stitching or her flesh, but the answer came just a moment later when she pulled her hand back to find a smear of blood and more beading at the surface. With her adrenaline still high, she ignored it. Flesh mended and the punching bag would clean. |