John Murphy (stopaimingatme) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-08-20 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, john murphy (stopaimingatme), ~2019 august, ~40 points, ~~reileen kawakara (reileenkawahara) |
Who: John Murphy and OTA
What: Working out some frustrations
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Fight Science Gym
Warnings: TBA
Status: Open/On-going
Murphy wasn't holding up as well as he liked to pretend he was. It'd been just about two and a half months since Raven had been sent home, and five since Alex was born. Four years since he'd showed up in town. A whole lot of really shitty days to remember, all at once. There were days he felt like maybe he could at least pretend to be okay, and then there were days where it felt like he was falling apart -- and that wasn't something he was even remotely sure he could handle. The times he felt like he was falling apart? Those were the times he quietly left Alex with someone and slipped away for a while.
He missed Octavia, missed the way she'd been training him. It'd gotten pretty dirty when they fought, but she'd taught him well. And Fight Science Gym kept that up about as well as anything could, he felt. Or at least, it seemed like the kind of thing she'd approve of him doing. And he was pretty sure both she and Raven would approve of him doing something constructive with his frustration and his worry, and everything in between. Better that than anything else he could come up with -- and this was Murphy, he could come up with a lot of things, some of them were probably of dubious legality.
He'd just finished a workout and had stopped to catch his breath. There were times where he needed to fight with someone and there were times where he needed to just run through the paces of what he knew. That could sort him out as much as anything sometimes.
Not always, he noted with an inward sigh as he skimmed fingers over the raven tattoo on his left wrist that'd finally stopped itching. But sometimes.