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| Topic Started: Feb 2 2015, 07:17 PM (185 Views) | |
| Carmilla Black | Feb 2 2015, 07:17 PM Post #1 |
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Not Viper
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February 2, 2015 6:08AM, Training Gym There were a few perks about having such a heightened metabolism. With the supercharged lymphatic system came a need for less sleep than the average individual. Two to four hours was Carmilla’s average night’s sleep, sometimes less, depending on how wound up she was. It meant that she was often up and moving around long before the usual crew of people that worked aboard the Helicarrier. There were still a few places she wasn’t allowed in, yet, her clearance level not being as high as some, but the gym was always a welcome spot. Rarely did she ever find anyone else in there this early – she’d passed one person in the halls, and the poor man had looked half asleep already, exchanging a nod that she was pretty sure he wouldn’t even remember once he’d had a few hours of sleep. The few bleary eyed people who were waking up didn’t seem very keen on early morning conversation, though, so Cara kept her steps light and quiet as she made her way into the gym. Black leggings and a simply dark green tank top were comfortable enough to move in, vibrant emerald hair pulled into a ponytail, a matching green towel flung over her shoulder. Dropping the water bottle and towel by a bench as she entered, Milla pressed a button on the heavy silver gauntlet that covered her left hand up to the elbow. With a quiet noise, the metal plates shifted, shrinking into a small silver bracelet at her wrist, the smaller version of the full protection. Her fingertips were only vaguely green, the glow fading as the bracelet kept her powers locked down safely. Moving to a mat, she began stretching, warming up slowly. Under her breath as she moved, Carmilla muttered a few different poisonous compounds, their side effects, and cures. Refreshing her memory, often keeping her movements in time with the syllables of the words. An unusual practice, but then, she was always learning more about toxins and chemicals, a necessary skill for her particular mutation. After a few minutes of warm up, she tumbled across the mats, gaze slightly unfocused as she went through different gymnastic moves, sounding quite strange as she murmured toxic information to herself. It was easy enough to keep to one corner of the gymnasium, unwilling to risk getting her possibly toxic self anywhere but the far mats. The cuff had yet to fail, but after so many years worrying about accidents, it was a difficult habit to break. And while she’d be more comfortable with the full metal gauntlet wrapped around her stinger, she knew she needed to get used to the feeling of the bracelet version. It was much less conspicuous, after all. She just…Wasn’t used to her arm being so uncovered. It took some adjusting to. |
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| Spitfire | Feb 12 2015, 10:53 PM Post #2 |
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Superspeed with Pyrotechnic Effects
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Spitfire had had an overnight mission and following a debrief and early breakfast, was ‘free’ for the next few hours at least. She could go back to the Flatiron, really, but then she would have to do laundry or something mundane seeing as she was living there once more. People wouldn’t even have been up for long, if at all anyway. Bucky probably would, but that was different. Sticking around on the Helicarrier wasn’t so bad though; there was a finite amount of trouble that she could get herself into. Heading for one of the gyms, she’d changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, her yellow suit stowed in a duffle bag over her shoulder. Drink in one hand, Jac strolled through the door and flipped back the cap to take a sip. It still weirded her out that she was just strolling around the place in gainful employment when it had now been two years since she had been incarcerated. Time was a funny old thing. Making her way through the gym, Spitfire looked around. Mostly empty. Though seeing as the Helicarrier was never ‘off’ there was usually someone about, as the crew worked in shifts, so a totally empty room would be unusual unless it was about 3am or that fuzzy mid morning block before lunch. Her stomach gave a small growl thinking about mealtimes and Jac answered it with another swig of juice. Today was a leg day… Settling on the type of workout she wanted, Jac made a beeline over to work on some leg presses. The good thing about SHIELD equipment was that it ran to all sorts of specifications and levels for the super type, so setting it for 500lbs was just something of an effortless warm up. Dumping her bag on the floor, Jac dropped down on the seat, resting her juice conveniently, before double checking the settling. For a small speedster, she had pretty powerful legs, so it was a fairly brainless exercise. On the wall were a few TV screens, mostly always playing music or news. Right now it was music, but… “Hey, do you mind if I change the channel?” Jac called out to the other woman who was a couple of feet away on the mats. “I want to see the British news,” Spitfire always tried to keep up with what was going on at home. |
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