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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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brain_ninja
2009-02-01 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Andy woke up to the sunshine streaming through the windows and a dully throbbing headache from the alcohol the previous night. Rose... Andy cringed. She'd be feeling it way worse than he was, he suspected.

With a groan of displeasure and discomfort, Andy pulled himself out of bed and got into the shower to try and wash away the previous night's embarrassment.

After showering and dressing, Andy left his room, noticing the note on the door as he did so. As he walked down the stairs, he read it and grinned. "Sweet..." he said, happy to see that there was another group activity with his name on it. Seemed like it had been forever since the last. He folded the paper and shoved it unceremoniously into his pocket, looking at his watch, and made his way to the cafe to get a cup of coffee and a bagel. Andy wasn't much of a breakfast person, but he figured he'd need something to tide him over.

He ran back up to his room to leave Illyana a note to let her know that he'd have to meet her later for the tree house, but it seemed she'd beaten him to the punch. Good, at least she wouldn't be waiting on him; then he'd feel badly.

Once he replied to her to let her know what was going on and how their plans would have to change around it, Andy headed to the fitness center only to find that there were already two women there. One looked as though she knew exactly what she was doing; the other, however, looked to be having the same difficulty Andy was sure he himself would experience.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked around to find a golem standing behind him, pointing to a bunch of skating equipment. Andy chose a pair of roller blades, since that was the last thing he'd ever tried skating on, even if that was probably ten years ago. He looked up at the two women as he strapped on a pair and decided that if they weren't using pads and helmets, he wasn't gonna be the tool that did.

When he stood, it was slowly, and with little confidence as he wobbled slightly and used walls and chairs as leverage until he got out to the rink. The second he let go of the wall, his legs seemed to move of their own accord, flailing uselessly beneath him and, with wide eyes, he only just managed to grab the wall in time to keep from landing on his backside. "Jesus Christ!" he gasped, heart pounding in his chest as he pulled himself back up and hung onto the wall as if his life depended on it.

He looked over at the older of the two women who also seemed to be hanging on to keep her balance. "At least I'm not the only one who doesn't remember how," he said sheepishly to her, nodding his head in the direction of the woman who seemed to be having no problem at all skating around. "Hi, I'm Andy. I'd offer a hand to shake but I think I'd end up on the floor," he joked. As if to prove the point, one of his feet slid again and he struggled to pull himself out of what was slowly becoming a split.

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