attempt number fourteen ♓ (action) (dictated)
[ Claire has spent the last week in the gym every day, either with Lois or even all by herself if she'd rather not go, beating the hell out of the same punching bag. Granted, she's still not doing much damage, because three months is far from enough time to go all Karate Kid (no matter how many musical montages one is given) but it's pretty evident by the way the bag is swinging that she has a lot of rage she's working out. Or at least a lot of emotions being channeled into it.
Burying everything she's feeling -- the guilt over letting it happen and knowing it should have been her, the sadness of losing someone, the rage with not getting a chance to actually punch Isis in the face for it -- it's easier than actually confronting it. So, she's stayed as busy as possible by being in this exact spot whenever she's not eating or awkwardly dog-sitting (is it still dog-sitting if the person is dead?) Koromaru or working in the Lux.
She takes another swing at the bag with her right hand, not paying attention to the way that the bag is burning her un-gloved knuckles. After all, the torn up damage will just be healed as soon as she gives it a rest. By the looks of it, that time is now. She drops her hands to her side, and heads over to grab her bottle of water from where it's lying next to her open journal at the edge of the mat, not even sitting down as she takes her 'break' to get a drink.
For all the ~burying it~ that she's doing, she's at least wearing those snazzy workout clothes Lo got her for Christmas. D'awww. ]
You know, it's funny, three months strong and I'm just now starting to think that I might actually be getting better at this.
[ooc; /drops post /runs to class. TAGS WILL COME SOON I PROMISE.]
Burying everything she's feeling -- the guilt over letting it happen and knowing it should have been her, the sadness of losing someone, the rage with not getting a chance to actually punch Isis in the face for it -- it's easier than actually confronting it. So, she's stayed as busy as possible by being in this exact spot whenever she's not eating or awkwardly dog-sitting (is it still dog-sitting if the person is dead?) Koromaru or working in the Lux.
She takes another swing at the bag with her right hand, not paying attention to the way that the bag is burning her un-gloved knuckles. After all, the torn up damage will just be healed as soon as she gives it a rest. By the looks of it, that time is now. She drops her hands to her side, and heads over to grab her bottle of water from where it's lying next to her open journal at the edge of the mat, not even sitting down as she takes her 'break' to get a drink.
For all the ~burying it~ that she's doing, she's at least wearing those snazzy workout clothes Lo got her for Christmas. D'awww. ]
You know, it's funny, three months strong and I'm just now starting to think that I might actually be getting better at this.
[ooc; /drops post /runs to class. TAGS WILL COME SOON I PROMISE.]