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Heart, hand, and soul

May 18, 2009 09:12

You know there's a reason for the nightmares.Donna turned, every movement controlled and with the most amount of force, swinging the staff, thrusting it at an invisible enemy. Black hair swung in the light that was burning off the morning fog, muscles that were long used to lifting semi-truck trailers rippling with the force of just going through ( Read more... )

donna troy, karolina dean, dinah lance, zack fair, jo grant

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unit_girl May 18 2009, 14:18:27 UTC

Jo was impressed to come across a woman doing fighting moves like that, so she stood entranced, watching. Although it wasn't long until the woman fell over and Jo didn't stop to think before she ran over, worried. "Are you alright?"

the2ndwonder May 18 2009, 14:53:53 UTC

She was already pulling herself up, sucking in a breath through her teeth. She was getting used to things hurting, now that it'd been a few months. It wasn't so much that it hadn't hurt before, it was just that she hadn't fallen, before. It was usually that she was thrown into something, and still - she'd pushed off, usually, to throw herself back at what had hit her.

Amazons don't run.

"I'm fine," she said, even though her eyes stung with the tears from the pain of it, and she brushed sand off of where it had abraded her skin. "Just... overbalanced." That's a lie. You let yourself forget where you were, Donna. You know better.

unit_girl May 18 2009, 16:00:18 UTC

"You looked good before you fell, though," Jo said, taking her at her word. And there wasn't really anything she could do to help anyway. "Do you fight a lot? Against people, I mean, not just the air."

the2ndwonder May 18 2009, 20:22:10 UTC

"It doesn't matter how I looked," she snapped, before she closed her eyes for a moment, opening them. "... I'm sorry. I- I'm still adjusting to... here."

She licked her lips. "Not here. Back home... you could say that." You could say a lot of things, but 'fighting a lot' might be one of them.

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pretty_canary May 18 2009, 17:08:33 UTC

Watching Donna practice is magical. Their styles are completely different, but the energy and the grace are so clear in every movement and Dinah feels like she could stay and watch her all day. That is, until she stumbles.

It takes Dinah a minute to figure out what had gone wrong, but when it hits her, her heart aches a bit. She'd been trying to fly. And seeing it reminds Dinah of her own loss of power, not that she ever really stops thinking about it. Losing her Cry is like a constant hollow ache.

Coming a bit closer, Dinah doesn't offer Donna a hand up, figuring it wouldn't be welcome. Instead she simply gives a small smile. "You look beautiful when you fight."

the2ndwonder May 19 2009, 00:39:26 UTC

Her head snaps up, and her eyes darken from the clear, bright blue that was exactly the same as Dick's. "That's because I know what I'm doing." She pulled herself upright, her hand tight on her staff. "Which is more then I can say for you."

pretty_canary May 19 2009, 00:46:23 UTC

Dinah doubted she'd be welcomed with open arms but she isn't expecting quite this level of hostility and she isn't sure what to do. How to react. It's not like she can play ignorant, and she's certainly in no position to try and defend herself. If Donna wants to punish her for what happened, she's welcome to.

"I...suppose you'd rather I go," she says finally. Trying not to look quite as ashamed of herself as she feels.

the2ndwonder May 19 2009, 00:49:11 UTC

"I would rather you tell me what the hell you think you're doing." She sunk the end of her staff into the sand, and stood, her hand on one hip - and for the moment, looked like a mirror image of the woman who she called sister. "He's the equivalent of sixteen, Dinah. That's not even talking about what you did to Cassie."

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1st_zack May 18 2009, 18:04:18 UTC

It was easy to recognize the skill of someone who had practiced with a weapon for some time. There was no hesitation of movement, every step, every jab was fluid. It occurred to him, her weapon of choice, was the same as Aeris. He'd never seen Aeris use a staff. The consequences of being dead when she'd gone on her adventure. His own weapon of choice, the Buster sword, he carried on his back.

Zack hadn't realized that he'd stopped in his tracks to watch her train until she'd fallen. He thought he recognized that too. He still remembered the speed and agility that he'd had back home; those times he had leapt so high that it was almost as though he could fly. He definitely recognized the tone in her voice when she swore.

"You ok?" he asked, crossing the distance between them and offering her a hand up.

the2ndwonder May 18 2009, 20:24:12 UTC

Donna reached up, grasping the hand with a strong grip as she used the leverage to pull herself to her feet. "Yeah," she said, wincing as she brushed off sand that'd been trying to make it's way into her skin.

"Thanks," she said, looking up at the man who'd helped her up. "Donna Troy. Honestly, I can say that I wish I'd met you under better circumstances."

1st_zack May 18 2009, 21:24:25 UTC

"Zack Fair," he returned her introduction. "And why? Are you having the worst day of your life? I've seen a few those. I used to be in the IPD." He grinned slightly.

"Also... I would have thought if you were going to have one of those days, it would have been a couple of weeks ago."

the2ndwonder May 18 2009, 21:38:55 UTC

"Not nearly the worst of my life, just... disconcerting." She peered at her elbow, picking out an embedded small stone. "It... didn't really effect me. The personality thing, I mean. I ended up dealing with other people who got changed. My- my sister's boyfriend." Her brows knit.

Cassie, while her sister, wasn't... quite her sister, and it got a little difficult to explain.

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kaleidoscopeyed May 20 2009, 04:19:55 UTC

Karolina watches from a respectful distance, admiring the strength she can never hope to match no matter how much time she spends training with Dick. Raw power will never be her strength, but in Donna it's beautiful she thinks. But then she moves in a way that Karolina is intimately familiar with, result and all. Lift off. She'd tried it more than once, sparring with Dick, and ended up with her face in the sand and her head ringing for her trouble. The first time she'd almost run off in tears, reality sunk home.

Kind of like how she wants to run now. She sort of wishes she hadn't seen. Donna won't thank her for witnessing, but step forward, or step back, and Donna's not likely to miss her.

She hesitates and steps forward. "Need a hand?" she asks, brow creased.

the2ndwonder May 20 2009, 04:35:36 UTC

She's pulling herself up - slowly, and for all that she wants to curse a blue streak the quiet words make her bite her tongue. "No, sweetie. I'm alright." She brushes the sand and small rocks (some of which seem to have gotten more then a little cozy with her skin) off her forearms, and forces a smile.

When she finally settles, she looks up at the younger girl. "Not my most shining moment, I'll admit." She bent, grabbing the staff with one hand before spinning it upright, planting the end in the sand with a clearly practiced movement.

kaleidoscopeyed May 22 2009, 03:45:01 UTC

"We all have a few of those, right?" she asks, smiling ruefully. "I didn't mean to interrupt your groove or whatever. I mean anymore. I was just watching." She gives a small shrug.

the2ndwonder May 24 2009, 22:38:27 UTC

"No, you- you're not the one who did it." She forced a small smile. "Usually, I'd have my flight to catch me when I'm doing that, and I was so into it..." She trailed off. "Just something else to get used too, right?"

There was a positive way to look at it, although Donna wasn't having all that much luck.

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