Boredom + Training = Thinking too much
((Summary: Alex is bored out of her mind and decides to use the Shinra HQ facilities for some much needed training. Oh, and some thinking.))
Five bloody minutes...
Alex was bored. So extremely bored. Her activity for the last five minutes had been sitting at her desk, head resting upon one perched elbow, staring at the clock before her. Why? Because she was absolutely, positively out of things to do. Drawers were cleaned. Furiture dusted. Even the dreaded mountain of paperwork it takes to replace one measily torn uniform had been written, stamped, signed and delivered. Alex was so incredibly bored, she was beginning to go a little insane.
A cooped up Turk was never ever a good thing.
Standing with an air of annoyance, Alex decided she was going to use the training facilities within HQ. It was either that or stare at the clock for another five minutes, something that would likely ensure a one-way ticket into the nearest asylum.
WIth a sigh, she entered the grimy locker rooms. The bench was still that institutional gray, paint dulled to ages of use to uncover the metal surfaces beneath. She scanned the names on the locker doors until she found hers. Alex never knew why Tseng and the others bothered to assign them lockers, as Turks are as likely to train on their own as Tseng is likely to go out cruising for chicks. But with recent events buzzing in the air, perhaps training wasn't a bad idea afterall.
Upon exiting the locker rooms, Alex began to properly stretch prior to the workout. It was strange to be out of her Turks uniform, but she wasn't going to risk having to complete more paperwork just to get another uniform, if she were to get a little too worked up. Clad in a white tanktop and a pair of red shorts, sneakers laced and hands bounded by white handwraps, she was ready. Besides, if anyone made a comment about her attire, she would just beat them to the ground.
So it began, first with the air punches, then the jump kicks, then a combination of both. She would move onto the punching bag next and do the same repitions, increasing the difficulty of the jump kicks until she could hit one from across the room. Adrenaline pumped through her as the workout began to speed up in pace, body reacting to the familiar movements she had practiced often. The burns, amongst the feeling of sweat trickling down her back, brought a satisfied smile to her face. It was good to feel like she was finally doing something again.
As her workout continued, Alex's mind turned inexplicably to that of the past. Of Icicles, her master, and Phelios. The thought of Phelios made her quicken her pace and punched harder. The man was the definiton of irritation. If everyone was destined to have a bane in their life, Phelios would no doubt be hers. He was the one man who knew of all her weaknesses, whether it be physical or mental, and brandished the knowledge carelessly. If he asked her the weak ankle one more time, Alex swore to throw him onto the pavement and make jam out of his family jewels.
Shaking mentally to free herself of further thoughts of the most infuriating man she knew, Alex could not help but think of a certain mop of auburn from the past. She grinned at the memory of him. He was infuriating in a completely different manner, but one that was memorable nonetheless. Alex pondered on his whereabouts and his wellbeing, but quickly stopped her mind from wandering further. These thoughts were but a distraction from her physical workout. Deep contemplations were bad in Alex's books.
With renewed mental concentration, Alex continued onwards, until the burns were numbed and the mind was freed.
Five bloody minutes...
Alex was bored. So extremely bored. Her activity for the last five minutes had been sitting at her desk, head resting upon one perched elbow, staring at the clock before her. Why? Because she was absolutely, positively out of things to do. Drawers were cleaned. Furiture dusted. Even the dreaded mountain of paperwork it takes to replace one measily torn uniform had been written, stamped, signed and delivered. Alex was so incredibly bored, she was beginning to go a little insane.
A cooped up Turk was never ever a good thing.
Standing with an air of annoyance, Alex decided she was going to use the training facilities within HQ. It was either that or stare at the clock for another five minutes, something that would likely ensure a one-way ticket into the nearest asylum.
WIth a sigh, she entered the grimy locker rooms. The bench was still that institutional gray, paint dulled to ages of use to uncover the metal surfaces beneath. She scanned the names on the locker doors until she found hers. Alex never knew why Tseng and the others bothered to assign them lockers, as Turks are as likely to train on their own as Tseng is likely to go out cruising for chicks. But with recent events buzzing in the air, perhaps training wasn't a bad idea afterall.
Upon exiting the locker rooms, Alex began to properly stretch prior to the workout. It was strange to be out of her Turks uniform, but she wasn't going to risk having to complete more paperwork just to get another uniform, if she were to get a little too worked up. Clad in a white tanktop and a pair of red shorts, sneakers laced and hands bounded by white handwraps, she was ready. Besides, if anyone made a comment about her attire, she would just beat them to the ground.
So it began, first with the air punches, then the jump kicks, then a combination of both. She would move onto the punching bag next and do the same repitions, increasing the difficulty of the jump kicks until she could hit one from across the room. Adrenaline pumped through her as the workout began to speed up in pace, body reacting to the familiar movements she had practiced often. The burns, amongst the feeling of sweat trickling down her back, brought a satisfied smile to her face. It was good to feel like she was finally doing something again.
As her workout continued, Alex's mind turned inexplicably to that of the past. Of Icicles, her master, and Phelios. The thought of Phelios made her quicken her pace and punched harder. The man was the definiton of irritation. If everyone was destined to have a bane in their life, Phelios would no doubt be hers. He was the one man who knew of all her weaknesses, whether it be physical or mental, and brandished the knowledge carelessly. If he asked her the weak ankle one more time, Alex swore to throw him onto the pavement and make jam out of his family jewels.
Shaking mentally to free herself of further thoughts of the most infuriating man she knew, Alex could not help but think of a certain mop of auburn from the past. She grinned at the memory of him. He was infuriating in a completely different manner, but one that was memorable nonetheless. Alex pondered on his whereabouts and his wellbeing, but quickly stopped her mind from wandering further. These thoughts were but a distraction from her physical workout. Deep contemplations were bad in Alex's books.
With renewed mental concentration, Alex continued onwards, until the burns were numbed and the mind was freed.