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strangetrip2018-02-21 01:09 pm
st_oryinsilence) wrote in strangetrip2018-02-21 01:09 pm
[GP] training day
There was a trope that in prison there wasn't much to do except work out or read. As colorful as Madonna Inn might be, it was still a prison. And look, somebody had put together a library.
Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.
... Probably not quite that popular.
There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.
In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.
Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.
... Probably not quite that popular.
There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.
In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.
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He had... never really thought about that, but she was kind of right. Probably other people thought about that. Logan probably thought it was poetic.
"Neither of them are here though," Meaning Manticore or the Academy. "So," He shrugged. "Not a bad place, huh?"
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"But it is acceptable."
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"Serenity your home?" With a name like that, he had to wonder if it was really peaceful or if that was just a hope of something that would never be.
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She paused, "A massacre."
Well, no one from the Alliance would have called it that, but Mal and the other Independents would have - or they thought it.
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One of those 'never forget' things, he figured.
"That happen a lot back home? Massacres?"
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"Guess that's something most worlds have in common, huh? People don't like to get along with one another." Alec knew it didn't even have to be between nations, either. People, in general, sucked.
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"People suck." He wasn't even as optimistic as 'they try'. "Listen, I should go." He promised Pike he'd help her with bread and for some reason he didn't like letting her down. "But you ever need anything -" She reminded him of some of the transgenics who were young and needed a family and, though he'd never admit it, he felt the need to protect.
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Then she wandered back to the barre.