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Post by ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER on Jun 4, 2010 21:50:01 GMT -5
Seven days a week, at least once a day, Anne exercised. And not in no weakling way, either. Her workouts could kill the average dude. not literally, of course. But they were intense, focused, and generally, one day of the week was devoted solely to exercise, not any particular sport training. Weightlifting, running, endurance, everything pretty much, fast and seemingly endless. Anne liked the sense it gave her; power. Sheer power. No one faced her and got away. Well, if she felt like admitting it, people did, but it made her feel immortal, all-powerful. Godlike. And now that spring had spring, she was free to sprint wherever she pleased, for however long she pleased. So time to get out of this workout center. She put down the weights she'd been lifting and stretched her over muscled arms. Showing off a little? Yeah. Any dude liked to show off their muscles, and Anne, reproductive system regardless, was just the same. She liked her physique, thank you.
Anne left the center in exactly what she came into it in, long guys shorts and a male's camo sleeveless shirt. She grinned as she looked at the streets ahead of her, and began at a quick jog, before working her way to a sprint, then back down again, stopping every once in a while, as she made for the lake. There was always a nice cool breeze, and while it wasn't anywhere near unbearably hot, a cool breeze was nice. Probably one of the few things New Orleans had over the Bronx in Anne's eyes. The lake. She ran along the lake, or really, as close to it as the sidewalk was, veering around the pedestrians that didn't veer out her her way, which basically earned them a scowl. How stupid could they get, standing in her way? Seriously? What was that about? She came barrelling through and all they did was stand in her way? Anne continued on, eventually taking a small break at a viewpoint of the lake. She could see the marina and people down at the lakeside from where she stood, sweat dripping off her chin. It was only noon, but she'd been at it since six this morning. She leaned on the railing, letting the breeze cool her off as she caught her breath, and then set off running again. This time, she was one of two who didn't know she was being followed.
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words| 420
tagged| Alex / Cris
notes| They'll get better, I swear. D :
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Post by alexandra on Jun 9, 2010 7:38:44 GMT -5
After dumping her work gear at home, Alex started a brisk walk through the streets in a pair of above-the-knee black shorts and a red tank top. She took nothing with her except the essential items; even her drugs were left at home. Usually the hospitals rotated the doctors shifts around so everyone got a variety of shifts. After her last shift on the night shift rotations, Alex would do anything to keep her awake so that she would be able to sleep later that night. She liked going for a jog along the lake as the breeze would normally keep her awake. Sometimes she would hit the gym or pool after. If she had an absolutely horrendous shift that night (which can be expected with where she was based in the hospital) she would sometimes abandon the idea of considering exercise and escape reality without falling into a deep slumber during the day time.
As Alex escaped the streets, she picked up her speed and worked her way to a slight jog. When she hit the lake she sped up to a long-distance jogging speed. The wind gushed through her face as she maintained that constant speed, to the point where she barely noticed the sweat seeping through her clothes. She would do several laps around the lake until she realised that the sun was burning into her skin. Then she would stop and go elsewhere.
Alex constantly bounded along the path following the river, barely feeling tired and absent-mindedly weaving in and out through the other pedestrians who preferred to take it easy instead. She would work herself into such a trance that these pedestrians seemed more like obstacles on a race track to her rather than people taking a nice routine stroll. When it came to this routine, Alex would never push herself more than she had to - it was merely an activity to keep her awake and for some reason it worked better than the caffeine pills. Other times, before an evening shift for example, Alex would push herself a little harder while she was at the gym.
When Alex approached the bridge for at least the second or third time, she snapped out of her trance. Her focus snapped back to the fact that she was breathing so hard, yet she also noticed a familiar figure - a tall, athletic woman who Alex swore she could've encountered at one of her cage fights recently. As she neared the bridge she slowed to a brisk walk, feeling her heavy breathing, and then a stop. She strolled to the railing, wiped the sweat with her top, and gazed out into the lake, avoiding eye contact with anyone else. Once her breathing had returned to normal she took off again, barely noticing that she was jogging at the same pace as the woman she had possibly recognised.
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tag: Anne
notes: tired, so i might've gone off on a tangent in some parts-.-
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Post by ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER on Jun 10, 2010 21:50:25 GMT -5
Anne didn't notice the other lady at first. People ran, walked or toddled about, but so long as they weren't in her way she didn't care. This wasn't a game, she didn't need to know where everyone was, would be, and what could happen. She couldn't wait for the next game, though. Another game where adrenaline and spirits would soar, where it was her and her boys, no Blaire. God that girl...there was something odd going on with that girl, and she didn't mean gender-wise. Something odd going on, in that she had made Anne mad...mad out of hurt. That hadn't happened in the same sense for a long time. Yeah, people hurt her, and yeah, people insulted her, but for some reason, Blaire saying that she couldn't show affection hurt more than she has thought it would. Granted, Blaire had already pushed things by kissing her. Just thinking about all that emotional crap made her confused...more confused, at any rate.
She kept on running, then saw that the lady was still keeping pace, and furthermore, she knew the lady.
It was that lady from the fighting club, the illegal one, at any rate (she didn't catch its name). Anne had attacked her just to prove herself the better fighter, but then the cops came to call and the two had ended up relying on each other to get out sans a criminal record. They had, but then left after a such a short conversation that Anne didn't even remember the other woman's name, but that she did work at the hospital. "Don't I knowcha?" Anne asked, knowing that she would probably be recognised. "Dun remember your name, I'll admit tha', but you care ta catch up?" What harm would a race do? It was clear in her tone that it was a friendly race, not something that was a major win nor loss for the other. The redhead didn't wait for a response, she kicked it into high gear, weaving around people, a stroller and some dude selling food on the street. Around people, over almost everything else. She vaulted a garbage bin, ran up onto a bench, over it and down on the other side, like a regular old delinquent. She was over eighteen, so not exactly a delinquent, but a troublemaker, punk, whatever suited people seemed to get tagged on. She could see that the lady was following, and keeping up, she learned, after a second. Whether or not she'd taken the stunts was debatable, but not required; Anne was just showing off, and some young, proper-looking woman would be frowned on more than her if she started vaulting garbage bins. They came to a less populated portion rimming the lake and Anne slowed down, to speak with the lady at a more civil pace. "Not bad, not bad at all. Keeping in shape to run from the coppers?"
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tagged| Alex / Cris
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Post by alexandra on Jun 14, 2010 2:40:27 GMT -5
Alex pondered why she was following the other woman when she was quite sure it was the same person who attacked her that night after her cage matches. As much as she didn't want trouble from the other woman, she wanted to know for sure who she was, otherwise it would bother her for the rest of the day.
"I think I recognise you too. I'm Alex, if that rings a bell, and it's okay, I'm hopeless with names and can't remember yours either..." Alex wanted to say more but was cut off mid-sentence as the other woman raced ahead. She huffed out of frustration as the other woman took off. Alex picked up the pace, allowing her body to carry her as fast as it possibly could. She followed the other woman, refusing to accept another awkward departure like their last encounter, and more importantly, refusing to be beaten again by the same person. While it wasn't a career-related rivalry she seemed to have with this woman, she still disliked being outdone in anything.
As the adrenaline burned throughout her body, Alex forced her legs to switch a couple of gears up until she was following closely. She followed suit and flew over the bench and garbage bin, not caring whether someone was watching or not. As long as Alex knew in her mind that she wouldn't be attacked this time, she would rather people didn't stare. At the same time, she was always doing things that were out of suit for a woman her age, so she was beyond caring what people thought of her. Even though she was in her mid twenties and perhaps expected to settle down a little by others around her, she would still do all sorts of crazy things when she wasn't being a doctor.
Alex followed the other woman into a quiet portion, far away from the bulk of the people that seemed to be occupying the lake area at the time. She slowed down just as she accidentally ran past the redhead, getting the vibe that perhaps the other woman was ready to talk. Alex took some heavy deep breaths as her legs burned and sweat dripped down her long dark hair. Her heart pounded so hard it was ready to burst out of her chest. She took a few more deep breaths before responding to the other woman's, without sounding too annoyed at the question.
"Nah.... I don't bump into... the coppers often and honestly... I'd rather not bump into the bastards... if I can help it. I just do this out of habit... to keep me awake after work... it works much better than coffee" Alex said between breaths as she jogged to keep pace. She started to feel slightly better not having people around them, watching their every move. It also meant Alex felt more free to say things she'd never dream of saying at work.
"What about you? It looks like you're really fit or something else.... I've never seen anyone crank up a routine jog around the river so much." Her breathing started to slow down to a more steady pace as she jogged at a more constant pace.
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Post by ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER on Jun 15, 2010 22:02:28 GMT -5
Alex. Anne caught the name but the rest of the words faded as she bolted away, determined to give Alexa run for her money. If the lady wanted to talk, she'd follow. If not, no point hanging about. Besides, Anne was curious. She wanted to see more of what this lady was capable of. Judging by the footsteps behind her, she'd been taken up on the challenge. Good. Nothing Anne disliked more than people who gave up...eh, no, that was a lie. People who barked up the wrong tree for half their lives were more annoying than people who gave up.
The run was fast, but Alex followed well. Anne was impressed; doctors generally did not run like that. It made her wonder if this lady had had some sort of (legal) career. It made her wonder that if this was the case, why was she out of it so fast? Even in her sport, which was brutal, there were a few players around forty - that was a twenty year career, not, what, five? Well, there would be only way to find out, she knew, as she walked another garbage can. If she kept up, they'd talk. And keep up she did. She rocked past Anne as she slowed down, clearly fatigued. Anne was breathing rather quickly herself, but that sprint was not uncommon in her job. Still, Alex kept pace at the job, despite the sweat, and speaking while she panted.
"Yeah, a run can wake ya up better than coffee." Anne agreed. Coffee was much more convenient for people, but a run could get a rush going, got you active, got you moving, and caffeine just addicted a person to it, and make you pee too much, anyways. Anne was guilty of a cup of coffee now and again; but she wasn't any sort of addict. "Starbucks dun have no iron hold on us, yeah?" Anne was glad of fewer people around, it meant that people wouldn't overhear, and it meant she didn't have to worry as much about stampeding over someone. Their jogging melted into a more sane pace, their steps falling together, so neither one was ahead of the other. It made it easier to talk.
The ginger grinned slightly when Alex mentioned the run, and chuckled. "It's a day at work, Doc," She replied, looking over at the other woman then over the lake. "I'm the 'alfback for the Saints, so I just run like the game depends on it. So that run is just a day at work, but where'd you learn to run like that? Doctor track an' field?" Anne laughed at the sudden image that came to mind. "The stretcher relay, an' hospital bed hurdles!" The fighting strength was something Anne understood; Doctors had to list patients, pull stretchers and work with some machinery that would have to be carried around. They'd have to stay on their feet for hours in a surgery - something Anne had no patience for, but respected all the same - and no doubt that translated to a bit of muscle.
"Name's Anne Baurer." She added, looking over at Alex. Since a handshake would mean stopping, Anne gave something between a nod and a half-salute, a sign of peace. Given Alex's physical power, Anne figured a friendship could be beneficial to them both.
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Post by alexandra on Jun 17, 2010 2:20:02 GMT -5
Alex was relieved to know Anne preferred to make conversation rather than pick a fight, knowing that she would have to take time off work if she was forced in a position where she had to defend herself. She could've sworn that Anne must be a pro-athlete of some sort, but since she was so fit and strong in every way a person can be she just couldn't pick which sport she played.
"Not now it doesn't...thank goodness. Though the morning Starbucks is the hardest one to escape, but it sure does have an iron grip once it gets a hold of you." Alex smiled slightly amused at the comment. She used consume her morning coffee and a few energy drinks when she was studying since she was "working" during the nights. Now she consumes a lot less caffeine and will stick to her morning coffee and may be one during late morning or lunch time. Sometimes she would return to old habits depending on how much she slept the previous night. Sometimes her addictions stopped her from sleeping.
"Wow... no wonder you're so fit. How far do you usually run?" Alex was impressed at Anne's physique, but was even more impressed that she could somehow match up to it in some way, even though a jog around the lake wasn't a typical day at work. She laughed at Anne's comment about hospital track and field.
"I work in emergency so I'm used to working at a fast pace, that and I'm always on crash cart duty but I dunno how much that has to do with track and field training. Other than that, I did cage fighting while I was studying and a lot of sports back in high school."
Alex nodded back as the name clicked in her mind and was okay with skipping the handshake. After all it would be too much effort to stop jogging and then have to and start again. She felt a lot more at ease with Anne knowing that they were having a somewhat relaxed conversation and were keeping up to pace with each other. Behind the friendly rivalry, she somewhat appreciated Anne's sense of humour as well. Even though perhaps friendship would probably be the extent of their relationship, it was a good break for Alex to know people outside of work.
"Nice to meet you again, Anne. You seem like a pretty cool person when you're not attacking me."
They jogged further and Alex would use her tank top to wipe the sweat off her face every now and again. She then realised that Anne was the second person to know what Alex really did with herself. Most people either knew her as a cage fighter or a doctor. It was even more bizarre that the second person to know her true activities happened to be the person who attacked her once.
"By the way... how far are you into your exercise routine?" she asked.
"I usually do this after my last night shift just so I can sleep at a decent hour." Alex was quite intrigued by Anne, but at the same time she knew to keep some distance just in case.
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Post by ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER on Jun 20, 2010 16:14:16 GMT -5
Anne knew better than to attack along a busy riverside, and besides. Now that she'd gotten over the initial urge to beat her up - which was Anne's natural response to most athletes - she figured she'd have a decent friend. Doctor by day but definitely no rule lover. There was something interesting about it. Something unusual, since Alex seemed to upkept, so normal; and then again,. she wasn't. She wasn't one of those people that looked like what they were; and while people who were totally like that were rare, it was the vast difference that she found interesting. She nodded at the statement about coffee, even though she did like tea better, but didn't really say a thing. Instead, she let Alex go on, replying when she mentioned running distances. "Eh, it 'pends, really.." She shrugged. "Mostly it's not how far but how long I wanna. Days like t'day, when I got no formal practices for nothin' I'll keep goin' for a couple hours."
Anne grinned when Alex laughed, glad she found it funny. "That's intense." Anne mused, thinking of what it would be to work in an emergency room. Hectic was the first word that came to mind, and busy. All sorts of medical disaster would be going through there. "I still say MD track an' feild would be sweet. Think 'bout it; you've got firefighter games and shit, and the cops are bound to 'ave something of the like...I'd come just to watch a stretcher relay!" Indeed, the redhead would. It would make her life, to watch that go. Bonus points if the stretcher had someone on it as they ran, but you'd end up with a major penalty if you dropped them. "Whatcha play in 'igh school?" Anne asked, trying to keep a conversation going, and besides, sports were one of the things that honestly held her interest. Video games were okay, biology was okay, but it was sports that did it for her.
"Nice ta meetcha too." Anne said in response to Alex's next words, but chuckled slightly at the comment of not being attacked. Yeah, well. It was sure nicer when cops weren't on their heels, either. They jogged on, now in some silence, until Alex asked about the exercising again. "Well, I intend to go all day, really. Not solid runnin', but I got out of the gym a little while ago." She'd probably take a break later, mow her lawn and do that fun stuff before staring up again. Many people found it odd that she had no planned exercise routine (well, she did, but it wasn't as precise as a lot of pro athletes were) but she never found too much of a difficulty. She had the discipline to work out when she needed and pull long hours practicing - the fact of the matter was that she had to, and she was not losing her career for a couple hours doing what? Sitting and watching TV? "Well, if I get too lazy I'll hit the skate park." She admitted, but that was about it as laziness was concerned.
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tagged| Alex / Cris
notes| This one sucks. D :
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Post by alexandra on Jun 26, 2010 19:51:28 GMT -5
Alex started to settle a lot more when she knew there was no chance that Anne would possibly attack her. She gradually started to feel the effects of her night shift kicking in, deciding that perhaps it might be time to stop soon before moving onto the next thing on her workout agenda.
"That's impressive. I'm not sure that I can keep jogging for a couple of hours these days." Alex commented, nodding in Anne's general direction.
"Yeah it does get intense, but even with such an intense environment there is still some element of routine in it." Alex giggled at Anne's persistance to watch a stretcher relay. She knew the hospital had team sports such as tennis and volleyball and a few others, but perhaps a stretcher relay might be a fun idea but without real patients in the stretchers. Knowing that there were a few athletes in the hospital here and there, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to plan one.
"You know what? I think a stretcher relay might sound like a fun idea. Not sure how many people would join, but I know there are a few athletes in the hospital here and there." In her mind, Alex thought of possible places and times to have this 'event.' Although it may not be as adrenaline-stimulating as her cage fighting she at least knew it would be a little bit of fun, and Alex knew that in a hospital environment a fun day or night usually pays off and keeps people in the job.
"I played all sorts of stuff in high school. Did more boxing though, cos that's the only martial artsy type of thing my school offered. Other than that, I did swimming and track, a bit of tennis and hockey...basically any sport my school offered. With some sports I'd only join if they needed an extra player. What about you? I take it you would've done quite a lot of sports in high school?" Alex quickly returned the question as she realised that she had started rambling agian.
Alex pondered the thought of stopping for a drink or something with Anne just so they could talk more without talking between huffs and puffs. Why not? Alex could definitely use another friend she can talk about non-work related things with. She liked variety in her life and actually hated talking about nothing but work-related things every single time she had a conversation with someone. When the people at her local shops found out she was a doctor, she figured that perhaps it was better for her to hide that fact about herself when in the public.
"Skate park sounds good, as long as it's not crowded with little shitheads. Haven't done skating in a while. I might end up hitting the boxing gym from here. Otherwise I'll stop shortly, sit down for a bit and have a cold drink of some sort, then go boxing. Feel free to join me."
Alex didn't mind Anne's company at all. She seemed like such an interesting person to the point where Alex wondered what else she did with herself, behind all the sports. Her mind then switched to their last unfortunate encounter which almost ended up rather messy.
"By the way, I should ask... did you get home okay last time we met?"
tag: Anne
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notes: sorry this is late, having a crazy week -_-
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Post by ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER on Jun 28, 2010 17:51:35 GMT -5
Anne threw Alex a questioning look when she said she might not be able to go on for hours 'these days'. Okay, so obviously Alex was older than she was; she'd have to be, to be a doctor, first of all. Med school took a long time to complete. But she'd seen this kid fight. Weird. Whatever. The look was the only thing she 'said' about that. It would be rude to do or say anything more, and for once Anne was concerned about rudeness. She would hate to be asked that question, so she didn't ask it.
"Routine and money. They make the world go 'round." She chimed instead. Everything did have some routine - even if the routine was to do something different each day. That, in itself, was a pattern. Eating meals at roughly the same time each day was a routine. There was just no escaping it, no matter how much anyone wanted no routine. "If you set a stretcher relay up, you had better damn tell me when it'll be." She added, with a hint of a threat in her voice. A good natured, threat, anyhow. It would be something worth watching!
When it came to high school, Anne found herself somewhat surprised. "Boxin', huh? Betcha I could do you in." She laughed as a response to the question, but didn't send a punch Alex's way. "Well, obviously I played football in 'igh school. I boxed, but our school didn't offer it, so I just headed off to the dudes club. Still box, too. Did some martial arts until I got my belt, since all th' discipline is shit, rugby for a while, but I hadta focus on football, so tha' went out. Oh, and mma stuff." It was quite the list fighting wise, but not very diverse in nature like Alex's had been. Frankly, for Anne, most other sports she didn't like that much. "Me an' tennis never got alone, though. much more fucking fun to hit people with the rackets." God, tennis...what the hell sort of sport was that?! She never saw the point, and did her best to either injure people with the racket or get out of it however possible in gym classes. Gym classes. Now those were weird. She played all her sports with the boys - and the school allowed it - but for some reason, she had to do girls gym. It was boring. The best thing she could do with her time was get in trouble, since she overpowered most of the girls. Although there had been one other on the football team - that had been a nice change. "Never tried hockey, though. Sounds 'alf-decent." That was one sport she'd have liked to try but there weren't a ton of skating rinks nearby her Gram's place. That and after all other sporting endeavours, hockey was just too expensive.
Skateboarding had been a far more practical way of spending what little spare time she'd had left over. Transport and pretty cool. "It's always fun to watch them wipe their face on concrete, though." Anne said between strides and breaths. Jogging wasn't, by any means, and ideal place for conversation for a long period of time. Not serious jogging, anyhow. Alex suggested they grab a drink, and then she was going to go boxing. Huh. Tempting offer. She was about to reply to it, when Alex asked her question. Did she get home okay?
"The hell? Dur. I wouldn't be here if I didn't and m' career would be dead. If I didn't, ya might be dead." For some reason, Anne didn't like kindly comments like that. Made her seem weak, but maybe it was just the sheer clarity of the answer she'd have. "Any'ow, " She went on, "Tha' sounds good. The drink, at least, 'less we head back." She sized Alex up curiously, slowing her step for a second to do so. "'Cause I dun have my gloves, and neither d'ya, by the look of it. Otherwise, I think that'd be fun." She added. She didn't regard Alex as a challenge, but there was nothing wrong with a couple punches between friends...if they were.
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Post by alexandra on Jul 10, 2010 20:27:56 GMT -5
Alex smirked at Anne's obsession with the stretcher relay.
"Well I'm back on day shifts as of next week so I think I may as well look into it." At least a random stretcher relay would be something to make her work slightly more exciting than it already is, and perhaps her work colleagues could see more to her than just the plain old hard-working Alex
"I really only ever played tennis if they needed someone. Funny you mention hitting people with rackets, I've actually done that by accident once - went to dive for a shot at the net and accidentally threw mine forward, it hit the other person in the face." Alex giggled at the fond memory of high school. She remember feeling so guilty when it happened, worried that she may have broken the other girl's nose, but it always made her chuckle when she looked back at some of those fond high school memories she had.
"You might enjoy hockey, it gets pretty rough but I guess not as rough as football. I'd always come home from hockey with pretty dark bruises all over my shins from being hit with the hockey stick, sometimes a few near my ribs if we played a particularly brutal team. My ex used to hit the roof when she saw them so I cut back to playing whenever they needed someone in the team. Funnily enough she couldn't stop me from competing in boxing competitions. Sometimes I wish she did." Alex reminisced on the glory of beating another team, particularly in the finals at one stage, and then realised that perhaps she may have said too much about herself. She looked away quickly and concentrated on jogging, in an attempt to hide any emotions her eyes may have been expressing as she spoke of her former lover. She missed her ex and wished that she had listened to her while they were still together, then she wouldn't have these health-taxing problems with her addictions. Even though she knew she wouldn't live a long life because of these addictions, she was at the point of not caring about the quality of whatever life she had remaining for her.
"So, that drink definitely sounds good. Do you know anywhere good to go for drinks?" Alex quickly changed the topic, realising that perhaps Anne didn't want to hear a word of her emotional baggage. At the same time, butterflies raided her stomach as Anne sounded almost threatening talking about that night.
"It looks like a nice day to hit the skate park and laugh at people wiping their faces on concrete. I tend to pass by home to grab my gloves on the way to the boxing gym, otherwise they have crappy sweaty ones there we can borrow." Alex secretly had a tendency to settle the score for good between them at the boxing gym, even though they seemed to be talking at a friendly level now, but at the same time she knew that her body was in no state to face Anne after working a night shift.
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notes: sorry this is so late (and if it sucks a bit), muse decided to die D:
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Post by ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER on Jul 14, 2010 20:47:06 GMT -5
While Anne could readily have gone on about a stretcher relay for ages, she decided to let the subject drop. Besides, it would probably never happen. Someone might sue someone over improper use of medical equipment or some stupid thing like that. You never knew people these days. They'd be quite willing to go great - and dumb - legal lengths for something, though if it ever happened, Anne would be the first in line to buy a ticket to see such a relay.
Instead, she moved onto tennis, which made her mildly angry. Most sports like that always did. So did giggling. But Anne decided to stare on ahead, pushing back the urge to do something about it. That was her, all right. Wanting to 'do something about' nothing at all. She'd have to get used to those things, and so she did her best to force it back. "Eh. It's so much more satisfying when you hit them on purpose, instead of the damn ball." As far as she was concerned, tennis was barely a sport. It was closer to a board game than a sport. A board game that girls in skirts played and acted so athletic when they did. Pah! Stupid useless tennis. Now hockey, on the other hand, hockey sounded good. Anne listened to Alex's little story, not understanding how her ex could stop her playing hockey but not boxing; they were two violent sports but boxing involved a lot more hits to the head than hockey did. She may not have really played the sport, but she knew that much. "Yeh. Hockey would be fun ta try, but back ‘ome there wasn’t a lotta ice or greenbacks. " Now money was the one of the things she didn’t really worry about. She sat in the elusive million bracket and now, if she wanted, could try hockey. "If you can ‘round up a gang ta play with, I might give it a shot. Make a bloody fool of myself, but y’know. " It could be worth a shot. Besides, anyone who dared laugh if she didn’t want them to would get their teeth broken out and head broken open with a hockey stick. THAT would be what they’d get for laughing at an angry, armed Anne. She jogged on for a little longer, somewhat curious why Alex, who seemed almost a tamer version of herself, would have wanted to stop fighting.
"Hey, why would you wish to stop fightin’? " Anne dared question. "Tha’ is, if you don’t care about me being nosy, it just seems fucking weird not to want to fight ta me. " She added on, almost as a disclaimer. She could take this kid if she wanted but kinda wanted another friend to add to the group.
The topic then changed abruptly, talking about drinks. Assumingly not the alcoholic kind. Anne did not want to see herself drunk, because she’d probably get mean or sadistic or something, and she wasn’t that bad a person to risk it. "From ‘ere, hm. Oh, I know. There’s a good stand down by the spray park up that way. " She pointed up a path. "Kids practically live there, but it’s got frickin’ awesome lemonade that it’s worth it. It’s no coffee shop but it’s still good. Yes or no?" Anne came to a stop, arms crossed. She’d love some of that lemonade, and thankfully had her wallet on her. "Plus, they’re pretty cheap. I mean, it’s a shack sort of stand. " Big enough for a couple employees inside, but all orders were taken outside and received outside. "Now, I say this as a gal who’d love ta be a pro boxer, but I reckon lemonade is better than boxin’ in shit gloves. Or we could do both, and swing by both our places, yeh?" For that they could take a box or something, if Alex wasn’t up to the run. Anne was pretty sure she could handle it with fuel left over.
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notes| It's no problem, your post was fine. =)
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Post by alexandra on Jul 18, 2010 21:04:39 GMT -5
Alex smiled smugly. To some extent, Anne was like an exaggerated part of her. Some days she would get so frustrated that she would just want to hit people on purpose, only difference is she would hold back on the urge to do so. Alex picked up that Anne preferred not to talk about tennis so instead she moved onto talking about hockey.
"I haven't done hockey in years. It's pretty easy to pick up. I never had any formal training, I just used to have a few good friends to play with and that was it. If I ever manage to get a group together, you're more than welcome to join. It's always more fun when it gets a bit rough." Alex reminisced back to the time when she got out of being sent off the field after tripping over one of the girls in the opposing team during a school tournament. She had purposely tripped the girl over with her hockey stick because she was being a brute and didn't get sent off despite how much the other team pushed for it. Alex would always start reminiscing and tuning out whenever she would go for these jogs along the river.
The reminiscing silence came to a halt when Anne asked her about fighting. She then thought about the best way to word her response even though it was a very negative experience which had led her to think about wanting to stop fighting. Alex figured that Anne didn't seem like the person to spread rumours, so she took a punt and decided to be honest with her, which is something she didn't do much of with anyone who wanted to know something more meaningful about her. After all, it seemed like they both needed some decent friendships.
"I used to enjoy it back in high school, but after high school I've only used it as a means of supporting myself in some way or another. When I was studying to become a doctor I did it to support myself 'cos no one else would. It was what I was good at and I actually made a decent income out of it, for someone studying in college, rather than working in some shop or restaurant. Even now, I do it more for emotional support, I guess. I don't have anyone to come home to after work, so I can just chill out and talk to them so this is what I do to fill that gap. It's just become a part of my life now that I want to get rid of." Alex paused for a moment to carefully choose her words again, and then continued. "After all... it's what split me and my ex up in the end. If I listened to her and realise it had started to change me as a person, then I would still be with her and things would be more bearable after work. Instead of picking up extra patients, cracking the shits after those patients because they usually keep me back for ages, then hitting the cage, I would come home to someone who cares. I know, it sounds weird." Realising what a dampener of a story she had told Anne, Alex decided to stop moping for a moment until Anne wanted to find out more. "If you had fought me a few years back, while I was still in college, I would have probably kept coming back for rematches."
Alex felt bitter about the decisions she had made in the past now that she had brought the topic to the surface, but then her mood brightened up when Anne mentioned drinks. She stopped just as Anne had stopped jogging.
"That lemonade sounds like a great idea and I'm up for that, then I'll see about boxing after. You'll have to show me the way 'cos I don't think I've come across it before." Alex figured that perhaps after taking a rest she might feel up to a somewhat friendly boxing session with Anne.
words: 698
tag: Anne
notes: where do we do this lemonade shack scene?
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Post by ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER on Jul 19, 2010 15:39:10 GMT -5
"It's only fun when it gets rough. Well, mostly." Anne corrected Alex without missing a beat. She thrived on when it did get rough. True, it probably shaved a great among off her life span, but she didn't care. There was no point living to be old if you were unhappy with how you got there. Nothing against old people, hell, she owed everything to nan old person. But she didn't want, in some five years, to be like Alex, a more muted version of herself. It was funny. They were similar, but yet so different. "But yeh, I'd be happy to join in. I'll have t' give ya my phone number of somethi' then." Well, how else would Alex get ahold of her if it came to be that they played hockey? This was a chance run in, not an everyday happening.
Not an everyday happening was also a good way to describe the following. Anne usually did not give a shit about what people thought about or did. They just did it and she responded; very rarely did she care why. And to a fair extent, she didn't care that much about Alex's stuff. If she hardly cared about what went on with Blaire, Alex wasn't in a much better state. But they were similar yet different, and that was what perhaps drew her in. So she listened to what Alex had to say. She didn't understand why in the name of god Alex didn't want to fight, but maybe that was just her. Maybe. Or maybe it was that Alex didn't like it, but if she didn't like it, she wouldn't have done it...not even to support herself, right? Maybe. It was pretty punishing, after all. But Anne came back plenty of times to a dorm, and now her house, and no one was there after a fight or a game. She didn't see the big deal. "Well, find someone who'll deal with yer fightin'. Easy as that. Dude, I suck at advice." Anne laughed. "I rather be able ta beat the crap outta people. Barring Gram, anyone I 'ad to come 'ome to thought me a demon. Blahahahaha, I dress like a guy, I must be devil spawn!" She might have laughed, but at the core it was a sensitive and very, very painful subject.
"If ya fought me back hen you were in college...hell, I'd need to be armed?" How old would Anne have been? Fifteen or fourteen? That probably would have been bad news for Anne, seeing as Alex was good now, nevermind when she did it much, much more frequently. Yeah, she'd have to have been armed to even stand a chance. Funny what a few years would do. Not that she would ever admit anything more to that than she just said. Oh no. Never.
The conversation switched again and Anne nodded, heading for the stand. It really wasn't far away, so she just walked. "Yeah, no problem, but no effing stalking me. I actually had someone do that." Blaire. Sheesh. The girl somehow had found her everywhere.
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words| 572
tagged| Cris / Alex
notes| How about here? It's just an imaginary place right off the lake.
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Post by alexandra on Jul 24, 2010 19:45:35 GMT -5
"Okay! I'll give you mine as well," Alex figured it would be fair if she gave her number as well as Anne had made the offer. She was quite happy to encounter someone who didn't mind playing things rough, it was something she found very hard to come across in females - they were too busy trying to play nice so things would get a tad boring on the field sometimes. Even in the cage she would occasionally get females who played too nice and wondered how they ended up in the cage in the first place.
Alex didn't expect Anne to really care about what she had to say. The fact that she could tell Anne about bits and pieces of her life hinted that perhaps there was some element of trust between them, even if it wasn't a huge deal of trust. After all, Anne could have left Alex to be thrown in prison last time, but instead she took her away from where the cops were heading. Alex was curious why Anne took her away before the cops could get her. At the same time she figured Anne would probably be angry if she brought up the topic again so she held her thoughts. Alex had already quickly learnt that Anne wasn't the person you would want to make angry.
She pondered what Anne had told her - about finding someone who tolerated her fighting. Alex cringed slightly at the possibility of finding someone who would tolerate her fighting. Usually they would be bad boys, and Alex wasn't into men at all. Then she figured that perhaps there were some women who were into fighting, even if they were few and far between, and then decided that Anne was right about that, to some degree. "Hmm, I guess you're right about that. I know they get worried, well at least mine did. I guess I don't enjoy it because it's what broke me and her up." Alex started to ponder. "Having said that, I guess it's just a part of my life, even...when things used to be good." Alex managed a smile at Anne's laughter. "Well I've met you now, when you're not in the zone to beat the crap out of me yet, and so far so good. Besides I wouldn't have told you all that if I thought you were devil spawn. Alex herself preferred to keep sensitive topics out of conversation, but whenever she figured she had some sort of genuine connection with someone who won't gossip she figured it was worth the pain bringing it up.
Alex laughed at Anne's remark of Alex possibly stalking her "Don't worry, I won't. I know how much it sucks, I've had guys from that venue who have tried stalking me home. Usually they're guys I've fought during the night." Alex recalled the last time she was followed home by one of them and how much damage she had done him when he tried. "They try to be so subtle but I find them before hitting the main road. I just beat the crap out of them again." Alex followed Anne to the stand, relieved to be doing so at walking pace now.
words: 568
tag: Anne
notes: sounds good =), wondering where it'll go from here (muse is playing up a bit)...
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