abby maitland (imareptilegirl) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-12-08 15:32:00 |
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Punching bags were really nice sometimes. Really, really nice. They were useful, and smelly (okay that part really wasn’t so brilliant), and well really useful. Abby loved that Connor and Becker were here, but she hated feeling like she was missing so much about who she’d been when she’d been here before and well getting used to the states as it was. Abby just hated feeling like she was caught between lives that she didn’t really understand. She missed the UK, she missed the ARC as insane as that place always was, she missed Rex, she missed tea time. She missed… she missed a lot of things, as stupid as that was. Given the fact that she wasn’t dodging dinosaurs trying to eat her. Finding the gym had been something really, really nice. Extremely nice. So it wasn’t her flat and her bag, but it was something. She was muttering as she took different shots at it, a few kicks, a few punches, not all very well places, but some very well placed. Abby just felt a little like exploding. She didn’t feel like she had enough to keep her busy here just yet. She’d find it, she had to. She took one last really hard punch and watched the bag fly out to the left in the direction of someone else. “Shit!” She said and tried to rush to catch the bag, that was awkward which actually ended up with her having it hit her horribly awkward. Not painfully, just awkwardly. “Well, sorry about that.” She said actually meaning it, although she wasn’t sure it came off that way, or if the other woman had noticed her at all. ~~~ While Martha hadn’t officially been a soldier with UNIT, she had still been a field operative and as such had dealt with all kinds of fitness tests. And even aside from those, between the Year That Wasn’t, and the fighting in Lawrence, she had spent several years now making sure she was in good physical condition, working out as often as her schedule allowed. Besides, the various nights curled up with Tony and eating pizza did demand she burn off some calories some of the time! So, she hit the gym fairly often. Besides, it was a good way to focus and channel energy. She was just leaving, stretching her neck and shoulders a bit as she walked, when the bag came swinging towards her. Martha started slightly, before wincing in sympathy at the way the bag swung back at the blonde. “No worries,” she smiled slightly as she stepped around the bag and looked at the other woman. “Are you okay?” With the bag out of the way, Martha had a clearer look at her. “It’s Abby, right? I’m Martha, I know Connor and Becker.” ~~~ Maybe going after the bag the way she had, hadn’t been the best. Abby was probably in better shape than she ever had been, but fighting to stay alive and always needing to be alert had helped with that. She’d gotten used to fighting with Connor, or well practicing and keeping sharp, so why did she feel so out of it now? Probably because she was feeling out of place in some odd ways. “Yeah, I’m okay, I’ve seen worse.” She said with a slightly forced smile. It wasn’t as warm as Abby could be usually, but she did just have a run in with angry punching bag. That wasn’t really fair though. Martha seemed perfectly friendly, and actually welcoming, like everyone had been. Abby just needed to pull herself together. “Yeah, it’s Abby. It’s nice to meet you Martha.” She said smiling. “I’d offer you a hand, but sweaty boxer glove hands aren’t really kind to subject anyone to.” She said trying to be a little bit more friendly than her first comments. “How long have you been here?” She said. “I mean in Lawrence.” ~~ Martha could tell that it wasn’t bravado speaking, that Abby really had seen worse. Even if she had known nothing about her world, she could see it in the way the other woman held herself. There was a strength there, despite the small frame. Also, good point about the boxing gloves. Martha smirked and held out her fist. “A bump instead of a shake then?!” She could appreciate how weird this must be for Abby, for someone to arrive in this insanely weird place and have these strangers know her. Martha had experienced it herself, being the second or third version to be in Lawrence and yet having no memory of what had happened before. So she did what she could to make Abby feel at ease, smiling without being overly familiar, welcoming without crossing that line into pushy. “More than two years now,” she answered after a moment’s pause to think about it, her eyebrows raising as she realised just how long it had been. “And it’s still completely weird at times. If that helps, the way it never actually starts making much sense around here. It’s got good sides too though. Even if they take time to show through.” Admittedly she had had it easier than most, the TARDIS being around, people from her world to help her adapt. “How are you finding it so far? Beyond strange, I’m guessing, even with the whole dinosaurs background thing.” ~~~ “I like it.” She said offering her fist, much better, and really she didn’t want to subject anyone to how bad her hands smelled right now. Abby also knew she probably smelled a lot worse when she showed up here after a year without real soap, but she didn’t need to bring that up. It was nice not to have a feeling of being uneven in meeting Martha, although given that she just said she’d been here for two years, it was possible, very possible that Martha knew her already. “Wow, more than two years? That’s a long time.” Or at least it sounded like a long time at first thought. Laughing she shrugged. “I’m finding it strange, which I suppose is the norm around here, but really just the knowing that I was here before and there is so much I don’t know about what I did here, or even… who knew.” She said with a small frown. “Mostly just trying to figure out what to do with myself next, I don’t really seem to have any dinosaurs to worry about daily…” ~~~ Really, Martha was not one to judge about anyone looking or smelling a mess, not after her year running from the Master. Amazingly, being the figurehead for a resistance movement left little time for things like hair care. “I think it’s actually the longest I’ve been in one place since uni,” Martha shrugged, though really, it was cheating for her to say that, she’d traveled in the TARDIS after all. “I think the SEAL has been active for about five years though. Maybe a bit longer, I’m not completely sure. There’s definitely people here who have been around longer than I have, plus the natives from this world like the Winchesters.” Ooh yeah, strange was definitely the norm, and Martha’s rueful smile showed that. “Definitely the same thing everyone feels here,” she nodded. “I had the same thing, there was at least one me here before the me now, but I have absolutely no memory of that. But the good side is that everyone here is used to that, so people should give you the space to figure things out again. And Connor’s here, which must help, right?” Connor was, after all, one of the good guys. “I admit, I’m jealous, never got to see dinosaurs at home. Aliens, yes. Time travel, yes. But never made it to dinosaurs.” Would have been fun really. “As for what to do, what would you want to do? Anything at all you could choose from, what would it be?” ~~~ Abby started to wonder what would happen if an anomaly opened right where the seal dumped them when they arrived. It was probably better not to over think that, but she would talk to Connor about it later, that was something he’d probably already thought about and such anyways. “It’s a bit strange think about how long people have been in some ways stuck here.” Nodding she couldn’t argue that. “Actually everyone has been really great about it, it’s still strange for me, because I wish I knew, I feel horrid when I see people who a previous me was good mates with but I don’t remember it. I can’t imagine it’s easy for them either, they probably just want their friend back and I’m not that friend, I think I could grow to be that kind of friend, but it’ll always be different… Experiences do sometimes shape our friendships and outcomes.” … Although sometimes there was always something that brought some people together… She thought to herself for a moment. “Aliens?” She said blinking. “I don’t know how I’d handle them!” But given the future creatures were probably pretty alien, she figured she’d figure it out. “Well, I’d love a zoo, but there isn’t one close to here really, and preserve previous me already worked at and they think I just left.” Abby thought for a moment. “That’s just it, I’ve not really thought about it, whatever I do, I’d like it to be with animals.” The girls talked more about possible jobs, what life was like here and agreed to meet up for another workout in the not so distant future. ~~~ |