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The base was safe to show his face and the sparring bunker deep underground was even better. He was there in his off time between medical check-ups and missions. A breather for the wraith. A moment to clear his mind and not have to worry about those who wanted his head. Hands tightly bound in boxing tape he went at the punching bag. Each strike landing powerfully as sweat beaded down his brow. He let out breathy grunts as time went on. Pushing his body further and further despite the exhaustion that was creeping up. He had been at this for a while now. When the woman had offered to fight him, Reaper grinned. Turning away from punching bag to catch his breath with a smile. Wiping some of his sweat off with his shirt before speaking. “If you think you can handle me, in hand to hand, sure.” He grinned. It was rare for Widow to actually ask to spar with him. Most people at the base avoided him while he was down in the training rooms. He reached for his water bottle and drank a good amount of it. Capping it almost smugly. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
“That would be an insult,” she responds, stretching a little. She’s already warmed up, but she takes the time to size her opponent up. While they’re built quite differently, she at least expects to hold her own. As graceful as she is, she’s more solid than she looks.
Ambush is usually her style-- this is good practice for her. No tools. No frills. Just her body.
Widowmaker jogs in place a few moments to allow her heart rate to raise. It’s not much, but it’s crucial she allows herself to accommodate for rigorous activity.
Alright.
No need to check if he is ready. In Talon one is always ready.
Her hands are only minimally wrapped, but she raises her fists in a fighting stance, prepared to punch or dodge. With her momentum, however she lunges toward Reaper, aiming two fakeout punches toward his face, while aiming a very real kick toward his side. She needs to judge how quick he’ll be.
Why are they lying for us?
Is this what it feels like?
Is this what it feels like to lose the one you love and to find out through means other than them? I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. I should have known that I would’ve only gotten hurt in the end. I should have known this all along and I was stupid.
Utterly and incredulously stupid.
I’ve lost the only person that kept me sane.
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creatively coping • yoonji & rachel
Despite joining the company at relatively the same time and also discussing their casting to Sphere at the dinner after Lovestyle, Rachel found time to actually speak to her friend rather rare. The two were both in the same building, often in the same parts even, and yet their schedule had still managed to keep their conversation to a surprising minimum, no more than a 'hey' or 'good day so far?' when they managed to run into each other before moving on to other things.
Today however, Rachel is determined to properly catch up with Yoonji. She's sure to get to the company diner earlier than she usually does to be sure to catch the female, gathering her food quickly and surveying the area for the familiar face. Once spotted, Rachel walks to her table and sets the tray down with a smile, sliding next to the elder. "Yoooooonjiiiii~" She coos and takes a sip of her pomegranate juice. "You must be working really hard lately! I feel like we don't even see each other here a lot because of how busy they keep us."
Celebratory Camaraderie | Isadora + Marloes
Marloes can't help how pleased she is to have made a connection with someone her age here at Clearbrook. And in the most entertaining and enjoyable way possible. The prank she and Isadora played on her younger brother fell together flawlessly in Marloes' opinion. And over the course of the planning and preparation she'd gotten acquainted with Isadora some. In her estimation, they are on their way to becoming good friends.
"Did you see his face though?" Marloes laughs as she settles into the booth with a beer bottle in hand. The warm atmosphere of the Huntsman only makes the taste of their pranking triumph even sweeter. "He was--doodsbang!--so terrified!"
Looking over at her newfound friend, Marloes smiles brightly. "Isadora, if this doesn't set him straight, I'm not sure what will."
The were can't help but appreciate the chance to relax with good company. Between schoolwork, teaching, and trying not to pay attention to her need to shift, Marloes has felt herself beginning to grow thin around the edges. But right now, her smile is genuine and she lifts her glass of beer up. "Cheers to a successful prank!"
Who cares if they're adults. They deserve to have some fun every once and a while.
COMING CLEAN → DREST
TAGGING → West Anderson, Alexandre Smythe. LOCATION → Tucson, Arizona & Paris, France. TIME FRAME → Tuesday Night / Early Wednesday Morning [1/20 - 1/21] NOTES → West decides to come clean and tell Dre everything. [Skype Call]