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Tweak says, "GET THAT PEN OUT OF YOUR MOUTH"

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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spitandviolets
2009-02-09 07:59 pm UTC (link)

The dark haired woman nodded. They didn't need her help. She was glad, though, that everyone seemed to be getting along all right. With the exception of the blond shorty, they were all at least conversing. And at least they were all standing.

"Muscle memory," she replied, turning in a quick circle. She would have preferred ice skating. That way no one would notice that she was frigid if they had needed her help. "When you're like me, your body just remembers how to do things and it does them." Having no limitations was helpful. Her hair fanned out around her as she turned again.

She was worried for the older woman. Looking at her, Laura was reminded of her mother. That woman had barely ever liked her; she wasn't her older sister, and her mother knew that. Still, Laura had loved her mother, and she had always done her best to be a good daughter. She was not a great daughter, but she was at least decent. She had obeyed her mother in all things except for marrying Shadow. Now, seeing Sarah Jane on skates, she kept hoping that this woman wouldn't get hurt. She looked fairly young and in good shape, but one never knew about their elders. They were very good at hiding pains and infirmities. Laura decided to keep her distance, but there was something comfortable in knowing that she could move quickly if needed to, quick enough to save her from taking a nasty fall.

Her silent attention drifted to Andy. His face was familiar somehow. Ah, the journals. That was it. Andy? Andy. That was what he'd called himself. "I know you," she stated, her icy gazed locked upon him. Her eyes studied his face. No, not a younger Shadow, but there was something there. It was going to continue to bother her.

She skated away a bit after a few moments, tracing circles in the middle of the rink once more. "It'd be more enjoyable if we tried to enjoy it." The logic was sound. She shrugged and closed her eyes, feeling the wind of movement whip at her face. She wasn't quite sure how fast she was going, but she hoped it wasn't perceptibly superhuman.

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