catriona hartdegen (deathstudy) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-10-22 18:12:00 |
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Catriona felt restless. There was a jitteriness that ran through every nerve of her body. She knew it was from inaction. After all her goading and complaining, she had yet to make a break from the institute. There was value to be found in a wellmade plan, but more often than not, she preferred direct, brute force. The sedative she’d been given and the warnings of others had taken a lot of wind out of her sails. This was going to take more precision than she was used to, and likely more than one person to pull it off. Catriona would have to wait and patience was not one of her virtues.
With daggers in hand, she made her way to the zen garden in her block. She had never had a favorite color, but the walls of blue made her think more about hues and shades than she had in her entire life. At least the color was calming and nowhere near as glaring as some of the others. Of the things she’d been provided, Catriona couldn’t say she hated the clothing. Well, most of the clothing. Specifically, she was a fan of the athletic wear. It was pliable in a way that nothing she’d ever worn had been. She found that her movements were faster, more swift, because she wasn’t having to move through a bulk of fabric.
Fortunately for her, no one was in the meditative space when she arrived. She set her weapons to the side and began stretching. It wasn’t that she lacked respect for the room by using it as a place to shadowbox. Using her body was how she reflected and calmed herself. Catriona was going to need all the peace of mind she could get in this place.