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[quote][b]Wick (Sep 24, 2002 12:26 a.m.):[/b] The week and a half she and Jorry had been on the Command Post had been more than long enough for them to settle into the routine they would be on for the rest of their six month training period, and Wick already had enough free time scheduled to suffer boredom. Jor's preparatory classes were mostly in the afternoon, and hers primarily in the morning; they normally ate lunch together, but his group had been asked to come in early; there was no homework for her to complete, and she'd made no other real acquaintances on the station, and so it was that she found herself wandering the recreational facilities and looking for something to do. She thought of going to the library to do some research, but there was little her final polishing coursework was teaching that she didn't already know; her future in the laboratory in the field of chemical demolition had been assured years ago. Still, she didn't know everything, and it would be the perfect opportunity. Jor's training didn't involve a lot of text work, so it made sense to get any library trips out of the way. Unfortunately, she wasn't interested in studying at the moment, and so instead decided to use the opportunity to explore the arcades and the exercise areas. The arcades were too loud, and the pool was too crowded, though Wick made a note to bring Jor back when she had the chance. That left only the ball courts and the gymnasium, and the courts were full, so she found her way into the weight training area and then past it to the sparring section. To her surprise, the room was virtually empty; at what should probably have been prime gym time during the height of one of the scheduled lunch hours, the place only had one occupant. Wick identified her after the second step, and stopped on the third, just inside the door. The girl working the bag had red hair with blond highlights pinned in a messy pile of curls high on her head where it wouldn't lay on her neck, and she'd already worked up enough of a sweat to shed her jacket. Her taped fists pounded into the old leather again and again, the jerky rhythym punctuated by kicks when the bag swung far enough from her. Her muscles were wiry, her reflexes really too fast to get a real workout from something slow and inertia-ridden like a punching bag, but it looked like it was a good stress reliever. Even as she watched, the girl seemed to become more absorbed, her blows becoming more strength and less aim. Wick didn't know for certain what fury drove the attack, but she thought she could hazard some very accurate guesses. With one final vicious clip to the bag, the girl spun and stood glaring at her, and Wick blinked and smiled at Katera Quistin, a small smile of appreciation for the comforting fact that some things never changed. "Ho, Kat," she called out pleasantly, and began to walk towards her, icy eyes settled onto Kat's as the angry green gaze betrayed surprise and then grew dark and menacing. Wick didn't let that faze her, but she stopped just outside the girl's immediate reach just the same. It had been a long time since she'd seen her sister, but she knew her too well to underestimate her. The sweat and the violence made Wick think of another encounter she'd had with Kat in a similar state, and that memory whipped her tongue into action to erase itself from her mind. "Practicing for a new toy?"[/quote]
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