for Elena ;; smithnjonesJanuary 18 2012, 04:33:40 UTC
Martha sometimes finds herself in the Kashtta Tower gym. It is a good place to get frustrations out, and there were times in her life when she'd needed it. She'd needed and wanted to hurt something, and she'd taken it all out on a punching bag. Martha still remembers a conversation she had with Wes here, one of their most painful ones.
It's funny how the city never really stops. There are breaks. There are moments that they slow down, but it never really stops.
She can try with all her might to protect the young people living in her house, but she is also aware of how she can't. Martha was aware of it when she looked at Jeremy, beaten up from throwing himself into a fight with an angel
( ... )
She is fully concentrated in the task at hand, which is, to put it quite simply, beating the shit out of the punching bag. Her hands pummel at it every which way, and her leg lifts up to get a good kick in there, too. She spins and her fist solidly connects against the bag before she's even had a chance to catch her breath.
Once she can barely feel her arms, she momentarily stops, dropping her hands to her sides.
She's tired.
The voice draws her attention, and she turns at the sound of it, recognizing Martha before she's even gotten a look at her. She swallows and attempts to catch her breath before she answers.
"Hey," she says, still panting. Elena glances down at her hands, adjusting the gloves on them. It does help to take her frustrations out on it, since she can't do it elsewhere. "Yeah, it does. I was hoping to get some time in before I had to get to class. Do you come here often?"
Martha notices how much in deep concentration she seems to be, but she maintains her distance for the moment, letting her have that moment of complete focus
( ... )
"Sometimes it helped. It was a method of getting frustrations out, and I don't think it helped in the long run but at the moment, it would help."
It would help to not let herself be overwhelmed with feelings. "I'd eventually have to deal with those feelings whether I wanted to or not... Or I never would have been found in all that... darkness."
She ended up in something very, very dark, something that was hard to see out of. Martha nearly did. She did, and she almost didn't come back from it. Several times, she almost never came from that very dark part of her heart, the anger and the pain and the desire to use it all and forget it all at the same time
( ... )
Elena falls into silence. The punching bag swivels back and forth, and her hands come up to hold it in place as she looks over at Martha. "What happened?" she asks quietly. There is always the understanding Martha does not have to answer, but she wonders. What happened, what did help in the long run
( ... )
Martha breathes in at the question, shaking her head as she steps back against the wall. "I... was able to deal with it in other ways eventually, and you do have to deal with it or you spend months going on like you're fine then it sneaks up on you again," she says as she looks over at Elena, and there's a small, sad smile. "The darkness. The pain and the anger and all of it
( ... )
It's funny how the city never really stops. There are breaks. There are moments that they slow down, but it never really stops.
She can try with all her might to protect the young people living in her house, but she is also aware of how she can't. Martha was aware of it when she looked at Jeremy, beaten up from throwing himself into a fight with an angel ( ... )
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She is fully concentrated in the task at hand, which is, to put it quite simply, beating the shit out of the punching bag. Her hands pummel at it every which way, and her leg lifts up to get a good kick in there, too. She spins and her fist solidly connects against the bag before she's even had a chance to catch her breath.
Once she can barely feel her arms, she momentarily stops, dropping her hands to her sides.
She's tired.
The voice draws her attention, and she turns at the sound of it, recognizing Martha before she's even gotten a look at her. She swallows and attempts to catch her breath before she answers.
"Hey," she says, still panting. Elena glances down at her hands, adjusting the gloves on them. It does help to take her frustrations out on it, since she can't do it elsewhere. "Yeah, it does. I was hoping to get some time in before I had to get to class. Do you come here often?"
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It would help to not let herself be overwhelmed with feelings. "I'd eventually have to deal with those feelings whether I wanted to or not... Or I never would have been found in all that... darkness."
She ended up in something very, very dark, something that was hard to see out of. Martha nearly did. She did, and she almost didn't come back from it. Several times, she almost never came from that very dark part of her heart, the anger and the pain and the desire to use it all and forget it all at the same time ( ... )
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