Cecilia Rynbë (bloominsnow) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2015-12-14 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 012, cecilia, marco |
Who: Cecilia and open!
When: Early afternoon
Where: Gym
Today, Cecilia finally got out of bed of her own free will.
It had taken a great deal of said will. When she first got that bloody collar, her grief had been so all-consuming that she hadn't felt the slightest concern over whether or not she lived or died. She didn't want to get out of bed. She didn't want to eat. She didn't want to do anything but sleep and wait for the world to hurt less. When she'd woken up in that elevator the next day, she thought maybe she'd be able to keep going. She hadn't been. She'd gone back to the house, climbed into bed, and cried herself to sleep again. Then she'd woken up in a new place again, and had been told to fight. That had helped. To her immense surprise, it had helped. She was still miserable, but the physical effort had been a break from the world inside her head.
Today, she wrapped Neptune's collar around her left wrist, and got out of bed. The day had been pretty much awful ever since, but she was determined to keep going. Not necessarily because she had some strong desire to live, but more because she had a burning need to fight. The Them, their expectations, their desires... whatever she could. She was going to have to carry on the way she had been, and keep her grief to herself. And if ever she was alone with anyone that had put her here, she would tear them apart with her bare hands.
Good in theory, but by afternoon she was losing steam again. The heat might have actually helped in that case, because crawling back into bed was absolutely not an option. She refused to leave her door open (or hell, even unlocked), so her room was a sauna, even with all windows open. After reading the network for a while she'd started to feel her misery fighting to take root in her brain again, so she decided she needed something physical. She ultimately decided yoga was the best option. She wouldn't overheat, it was nothing too strenuous, but history had proven that it did help her feel better. Sure, it was hot in the house, but hot yoga had been quite trendy a while back. People paid for that kind of misery.
She dressed in her gym clothes and headed up to the gym, glad to see someone else had already opened the door and windows. After a few minutes she was already feeling calmer, as though the sweat pouring off of her was taking some of her grief with it. All the noise in her brain had gone silent and the world felt quiet and calm, albeit very warm, as she shifted from the scale pose into downward-facing dog. She counted her breaths, eyes closed, the world feeling very far away - until she heard footsteps in the hall.