Aug 19, 2008 18:51
Elena's not going out on tonight's happy fun Torchwood adventure, because her depth perception's still fucked beyond fucked, thanks to the eyepatch. Thanks to her trying to claw her fucking eyes out. Thanks to the stupid fear gas.
She's accepted this news calmly, politely, and with absolute grace. And then went to the training room to hit things and curse at the top of her lungs in English and Spanish.
She's not doing that so much anymore. She's worked the tantrum out of her system, though she'll still growl a curse or two as she punches the bag. Punch. Punch. Turn-kick-PUNCH. And sometimes she misses where she was aiming for, and sometimes she has trouble going far enough or too far, and she hates it. Wishes she'd learned to fight blind. Always wanted to, and now she might have to. Depends on how things go with the eye.
PUNCH.
She kinda wants company, 'cause damn if she isn't miserable.
She really wants someone to spar with, because there's no way Romana's leaving her behind when they hit the Gauche, which means she'd better be able to fight.
Not much time. Gotta keep training. Gotta get better.
elena guerrero