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daybreakacademy2019-11-12 10:22 pm
strings_theory) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-11-12 10:22 pm
[Open]
Who: Jolyne and open (closed prompt for Jonathan)
When: Sometime in November, idk
Where: Various places. Some empty room, the quad, etc.
What: Hamon training! More stupid dancing garbage! Training! Really bad memories time!
Warnings: Jolyne is Jolyne, as always. CW: drugs on the D prompt.
A. Dancing
As per usual, Jolyne can be found pretty easily outside practicing her ridiculous dance moves. Anyone who has been paying attention is probably more than familiar with her nonsense at this point. The song and dance for the day is kind of a little raunchy in lyrics but less so in the moves. A weirder one for her, certainly, and not as bombastic and loud as her stuff normally is.
As usual, she can be grabbed after she's done and taking a water break. With Stone Free, as usual, chilling out not too far away.
B. Training
Jolyne is the easiest to always find in the Legionnaire Quarters, as always punching the absolute hell out of a punching bag, swimming in the pool despite the weather outside, or jogging.
However, this time she's also seen... lifting weights? Weird and new, but why not. It seems her weights range from smaller weights up to something that would almost never be seen on someone with her body type. She doesn't seem to be having a whole lot of issues with this whole thing, especially since those who are paying attention my notice the strings wrapped around her wrists and on the weights themselves.
What the hell is she even doing?
C. Garage
Mechanics club was kind of a come or go sort of thing, Jolyne not particularly caring if someone really wanted to get involved or not. It was a formality to keep up with the whole list of those in the club proper, since she'd only really done the club in the first place to get access to parts she wouldn't noramlly get a hold of. But she's pretty easily found in there, working on her bike that... at least has a basic skeleton going on for it.
In fact, she's found in clothing that isn't her normal. Instead it seems to be a white (or formally white, now stained with oil and the like) shirt that's rolled up to her elbows and a pair of jeans that are just as covered. And goddamned black boots. Her hair is out of its usual style and instead tied back in a simple ponytail.
Anyone that bothers to check on her will find her hard at work and focused on getting the engine on this thing fine tuned. Or maybe it's better to not interrupt her while she seems something other than irritated at the world.
D. Greenhouse, potential CW: drugs
It hadn't been her idea to plant these, not in the slightest, but she'd... kind of inherited this particularly hidden little plot. A small crop of marijuana and mushrooms. She didn't know shit about how mushrooms worked, so she'd sort of let them go a bit with the least heavy hand possible while instead working on the crop she was far more familiar with.
Despite the falling out, despite the way things went, she at least was going to try and keep something alive that she was left with. And, despite everything, she actually was doing a fairly good job at keeping them alive and somehow not being found out.
She wasn't using it, of course not, but it was something to do and see how everything turned out.
Though anyone passing by might hear some music playing in the background. Certainly not something to be growing plants to, right?
E. Hamon training (closed to Jonathan)
This was stupid, the whole idea was absolutely stupid. But her great x3 grandfather had promised to teach her this whole... hamon or whatever thing. And she'd been debating on going through with it or not, she didn't mind learning something new, necessarily. But if she learned this, wouldn't this make her more of a target for them to keep her around? Ugh.
Ultimately she's determined that she might as well see how this goes, if it's utter bullshit then she can leave. It's not like a bat can stop her, anyway. She's even been nice enough to keep Stone Free unsummoned for the time being.
But she's prompt and on time, if nothing else, slipping into this empty classroom and frowning as she leans against the now closed door.
"This better be worth my time, I could be doing literally anything else."
When: Sometime in November, idk
Where: Various places. Some empty room, the quad, etc.
What: Hamon training! More stupid dancing garbage! Training! Really bad memories time!
Warnings: Jolyne is Jolyne, as always. CW: drugs on the D prompt.
A. Dancing
As per usual, Jolyne can be found pretty easily outside practicing her ridiculous dance moves. Anyone who has been paying attention is probably more than familiar with her nonsense at this point. The song and dance for the day is kind of a little raunchy in lyrics but less so in the moves. A weirder one for her, certainly, and not as bombastic and loud as her stuff normally is.
As usual, she can be grabbed after she's done and taking a water break. With Stone Free, as usual, chilling out not too far away.
B. Training
Jolyne is the easiest to always find in the Legionnaire Quarters, as always punching the absolute hell out of a punching bag, swimming in the pool despite the weather outside, or jogging.
However, this time she's also seen... lifting weights? Weird and new, but why not. It seems her weights range from smaller weights up to something that would almost never be seen on someone with her body type. She doesn't seem to be having a whole lot of issues with this whole thing, especially since those who are paying attention my notice the strings wrapped around her wrists and on the weights themselves.
What the hell is she even doing?
C. Garage
Mechanics club was kind of a come or go sort of thing, Jolyne not particularly caring if someone really wanted to get involved or not. It was a formality to keep up with the whole list of those in the club proper, since she'd only really done the club in the first place to get access to parts she wouldn't noramlly get a hold of. But she's pretty easily found in there, working on her bike that... at least has a basic skeleton going on for it.
In fact, she's found in clothing that isn't her normal. Instead it seems to be a white (or formally white, now stained with oil and the like) shirt that's rolled up to her elbows and a pair of jeans that are just as covered. And goddamned black boots. Her hair is out of its usual style and instead tied back in a simple ponytail.
Anyone that bothers to check on her will find her hard at work and focused on getting the engine on this thing fine tuned. Or maybe it's better to not interrupt her while she seems something other than irritated at the world.
D. Greenhouse, potential CW: drugs
It hadn't been her idea to plant these, not in the slightest, but she'd... kind of inherited this particularly hidden little plot. A small crop of marijuana and mushrooms. She didn't know shit about how mushrooms worked, so she'd sort of let them go a bit with the least heavy hand possible while instead working on the crop she was far more familiar with.
Despite the falling out, despite the way things went, she at least was going to try and keep something alive that she was left with. And, despite everything, she actually was doing a fairly good job at keeping them alive and somehow not being found out.
She wasn't using it, of course not, but it was something to do and see how everything turned out.
Though anyone passing by might hear some music playing in the background. Certainly not something to be growing plants to, right?
E. Hamon training (closed to Jonathan)
This was stupid, the whole idea was absolutely stupid. But her great x3 grandfather had promised to teach her this whole... hamon or whatever thing. And she'd been debating on going through with it or not, she didn't mind learning something new, necessarily. But if she learned this, wouldn't this make her more of a target for them to keep her around? Ugh.
Ultimately she's determined that she might as well see how this goes, if it's utter bullshit then she can leave. It's not like a bat can stop her, anyway. She's even been nice enough to keep Stone Free unsummoned for the time being.
But she's prompt and on time, if nothing else, slipping into this empty classroom and frowning as she leans against the now closed door.
"This better be worth my time, I could be doing literally anything else."
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Clearly.]
I'm sure just one time won't make you become Jack Torrance or whatever. [... Of course she'd know that reference. Of course she would.]
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On the other hand, Therion doesn't even have a last name.]
What? Who?
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But she's slowly blinking at him, oh boy.]
Jack Torrance. One of the main characters of The Shining by Stephen King...?
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[After a beat, he glances at her again and huffs a soft laugh.]
It's not like I did a lot of reading in English before I came here.
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Yeah, it's also a movie. A lot of his shit has been turned into movies. Like, uh... Carrie, Cujo, Christine, Pet Sematary, Misery... Just to name a few. They're all pretty fucking good, honestly.
[Ignore that second one, Therion, for the love of all that is good.]
God, I keep fuckin' forgetting that's not your first damn language. I don't know why.
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I take it as a compliment. My accent is just that good.
[It's not boasting when it's true.]
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You're such a fucking nerd, oh my god. [There's no malice even remotely there, so there's that at least?]
You should see them sometime, though, they're honestly pretty good movies. And books, for that matter...
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[He's grinning. Neither one of them fits the bookish mold, do they?]
Nerd.
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In my defense, I had a lot of downtime in jail and prison and shit, you know? [She actually was doing this way before then, but like fuck if she's going to admit to that.]
'Sides, King's novels are pretty good if you're into that sort of thing. Like, for instance, Christine is about a possessed car killing people. It's pretty bad-ass. [Raise your hand if you're at all surprised this is the one she'd fixate on.]
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Vehicular manslaughter, huh? Sounds like fun. When I have time to read, I might pick up a mystery, but honestly, I'd rather hear people tell their own stories.
[He shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets to keep them warm.]
Listening leaves my hands free to work. I don't like to sit around and do nothing.
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Vehicular manslaughter where the culprit is the actual damn car itself, it's pretty wild. Mysteries are... I don't know, they tend to frustrate me a bit. [Because she has literally no patience in these sorts of things, nor is she fond of how stupid characters can be in them.
Which is hilarious, coming from her.]
But if you're reading, you're not doing nothing? But I guess I get where you're coming from with that...
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[He rolls his neck idly. Comfortably.]
...Guess it's more like, I like to do something physical or make something. Sometimes I carve things out of wood. Or practice switching hands when I write. Things like that.
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Gotcha. I feel that, I guess reading that kind of shit is the only time I'm ever really sitting still, dunno why, because otherwise I'm always working on something or doing something physical.
But that shit can stop me in my tracks for a good few hours or something, if I let it.
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[And, hey. Audiobooks exist.]
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What weird parallel universe is this?]
Y-yeah. You do that. [Sorry Therion, she's kind of at a loss of words on this whole situation now and remarkably awkward.]
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Well, all right.]
So... I'm going to go sleep off this magic workout. See you?