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Tweak says, "Life is pain."

Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-01 13:26:00

Entry tags:

andy gallagher, complete, day 31, edward elric, group activity, laura moon, sarah jane smith

Who: Laura Moon, Edward Elric, Andy Gallagher, and Sarah Jane Smith (Posting Order TBD)
What: Group Activity - Skating
When: Day 31, Morning
Where: Commencing at Fitness Center
Rating: G
Status: Closed; Dropped

The problem with not sleeping, with neither being able nor needing to, was that time ceased to exist. Time, Laura had come to the conclusion, was a construct of the living, and among all of the living creatures in the universe, only humans really needed time. For Laura, undeath was just one long day; sometimes it was dark, sometimes it was light. She preferred the dark times, and she preferred to keep to herself when the light was up. The other problem with not sleeping was that you saw, literally, everything coming. Nothing was really a surprise. You couldn't wake up in an unfamiliar place, and you couldn't be awakened by a visitor first thing in the morning. With that in mind, it was not difficult for one to understand why Laura was fairly unsurprised when the golem arrived.

Laura had taken the note, read it, and looked up at the stone being. "Seriously?" she had asked, brows arching. It had simply nodded in reply, and, resigning herself to her sentence, had gone along with him. There was no fight, no fleeing, no real resistance. She wasn't about to fight the golem when there was absolutely nothing better that she had to be doing. The fact of the matter was that she wasn't sleeping, she didn't have any plans, and was, therefore, apathetic towards the whole situation. Laura Moon had enjoyed skating in life; maybe she'd still be good at it. The only part of the situation that rubbed her the wrong way was that she had to be out in the daylight. Hopefully her group would be an oblivious bunch and wouldn't notice her obvious physical failings. She could pass as human at night; in the daylight, though, it was difficult for her to pretend to be even remotely well. People liked to pick at her pale, almost bluish complexion and the permanent dark circles under her eyes.

The golem led her to the fitness center and showed her where the equipment was located. As was the planet's custom, she found a pair of rollerblades that fit her perfectly and strapped them on. She ignored completely the pile of knee pads, elbow pads, wrist guards and helmets. While she didn't necessarily heal from damage that was inflicted upon her, she certainly wouldn't feel the pain of a break if she fell, and she would not bleed by any means. The likelihood of her falling was also slim. She stood up effortlessly and immediately began skating small circles around the area, waiting for 'her group' to show up. There was no need to put a dead woman with superhuman speed on wheels, but the planet had, apparently, seen the irony in the situation. She could definitely appreciate that.

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got2haveasmith
2009-02-01 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Sarah Jane had gone out to grab a quick breakfast in the restaurant area, and had noticed the note pinned to her door. She read it over and found she couldn't quite hold back the urge to laugh. She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief as she read it several times, just to make sure she hadn't read it wrong. "Skating?" she said, folding the note and heading down the corridor. "It's been years since I've been skating. Decades!"

She ate quickly, declining small talk with the few residents who were up that early, and headed back to her room to change before going to the fitness centre. She didn't want to ruin a decent pair of trousers, after all, even if the Planet could just give her another pair. That was just wasteful. So, she changed into an older pair, the ones she wore when working out in the garden or on her car, and headed out the door.

She paused as she stepped out of her room, however, and glanced at Luke's closed door beside hers. She slipped back inside for a moment and scrawled her son a quick note, letting him know where she'd be if he wanted to come and have a laugh at his dear old mum. He'd been so good at leaving her notes when he'd gone off places, she'd feel horrid if she went swanning off and didn't return the courtesy. She slid it underneath his door, then turned and headed out toward the fitness centre.

There was a golem standing just inside when she entered, and it pointed her toward a bank of skates of various types. Sarah Jane ignored the roller blades for something more old-fashioned, and plucked up a pair of 80s-style skates, like the ones you could rent at roller rinks. She too ignored the padding, because you didn't use pads when Sarah had last been on skates, and she decided that a woman her age using skates would look foolish enough before adding the knee and elbow pads and that ridiculous-looking helmet.

As she laced up, she noticed another woman already whizzing around on her own pair of skates - no, roller blades, not skates. "Hello there," she called, bracing herself against the wall to pull herself to her feet. It had to be at least twenty years since she'd done anything of this sort, but it couldn't be too difficult, could it? Like riding a bike, surely the muscle memory would come back once she started up again.

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