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trans_92011-10-27 12:11 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in trans_92011-10-27 12:11 pm
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But Sooner Or Later God'll Cut You Down [Open]
'Running away' is, in Howard's opinion, the most useful thing the human body can do. And unfortunately, he has plenty of reasons to think it will come in handy at some point, or at various points, in the future.
That's why he's set up a 400 yard circular track-slash-obstacle course in Hydroponics, as well as set up markers for hundred meter, two hundred meter, and mile routes. Every other morning, before Med Bay shifts, he's here, improving on speed and stamina. He knows full well that even if he gets into the best shape of his life, he can still be outrun (or outflown) by his super-powered, magical or metahuman peers, but it's better to have that added little bit of competence if and when he ends up sprinting away from danger.
He's feeling the results, too. There's no way to time if he's getting faster, but where he was once just skinny, he's becoming lean, and the mile run that used to exhaust him leaves him considerably less winded than it did a few months ago. And he's getting much more confident going through the tunnels and up the ladders of the obstacle course.
The only thing looking worse for the wear is his shoes. At some point he's going to have to relegate his velociraptor shoes to a beloved keepsake, because the seams are literally coming apart around his toes.
Howard double-knots his shoelaces and stretches a bit before running the obstacle course again.
That's why he's set up a 400 yard circular track-slash-obstacle course in Hydroponics, as well as set up markers for hundred meter, two hundred meter, and mile routes. Every other morning, before Med Bay shifts, he's here, improving on speed and stamina. He knows full well that even if he gets into the best shape of his life, he can still be outrun (or outflown) by his super-powered, magical or metahuman peers, but it's better to have that added little bit of competence if and when he ends up sprinting away from danger.
He's feeling the results, too. There's no way to time if he's getting faster, but where he was once just skinny, he's becoming lean, and the mile run that used to exhaust him leaves him considerably less winded than it did a few months ago. And he's getting much more confident going through the tunnels and up the ladders of the obstacle course.
The only thing looking worse for the wear is his shoes. At some point he's going to have to relegate his velociraptor shoes to a beloved keepsake, because the seams are literally coming apart around his toes.
Howard double-knots his shoelaces and stretches a bit before running the obstacle course again.
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She shrugged to show how unbothered she was by this prospect. "You know your way around here much better than I do so it's totally possible for you to do that for awhile before I realize. Either way, it means spending time with me, Howie. Which, let's admit it, you're not too fond of."
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The Warehouse is looking quite messy these days, with Howard's half-finished 'projects' littering the front lawn, mostly dismantled furniture and bicycles, reams of tape and screws everywhere. The house itself is a little cleaner. Emergency Rations darts out from under the porch and rubs up against Howard's legs.
"Oh, and this is Rat."
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Her eyes look around the messy hang and she steps over some of the bits and bobs that've been left everywhere then looks down at the cat.
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Diana rolled her eyes in an expired manner. "I get it. You've said as much before. Don't get so defensive."
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He gives her a little glare. "If I'm going to beat any horse to death it should be that one."
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She glares back. "I understand what you mean when you stake a claim on it. I don't need reminding. Unless there's something else you're trying to say?" Because she's not the thief here, Howard.
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"Forget it." She turns her head away and occupies herself by ringing the bell on a rusting bicycle frame.