trans_9 | 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.

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"Honestly, I don't even know. Other then the fact that school desks and keyboards are surprisingly comfortable. And I've learned that I can sleep through club music. Not that it makes my girlfriend happy." He felt a twinge of guilt and pain bringing up Dana. He hated to disappoint her, and he hated the fact that she wasn't on the ship. What he wouldn't give to show her the truth about himself now, and to make sure she was saved when the world ended.

"You might be one of the first people to get more sleep here, then. I don't know what it was like last time you were here, but no one makes anyone go to school around here now." He climbs up a low branch and sits in the crook of a tree, kicking his feet. "How old are you, anyway? You're so serious business."

Terry gave a hollow laugh. "Yeah, the world ends, but I finally get the chance to sleep in."

He had to think about that question. At he did, he ran a hand through his hair, only to realize, with a bit of a shock, just how long it had gotten. After all, he'd been here quite some time, and hadn't really had a hair cut. No wonder the inside of the mask had felt a little bit itchy.

"I was almost eighteen when Stacy grabbed me," he said after a few moments, "and then I was around here for about a year. I don't know when it happened, but I probably had a birthday in there. And I'm pretty sure the pods stop people from aging, or at least slow it down a whole lot. So I guess I'm getting close to nineteen."

Slag, he thought, I'm getting old.

"Silver linings, am I right?" For Howard, it's almost weird how much less sleep he gets here than back home. Then again, he expects that living here is such a step up from back home that this is just part of the process of processing.

"I been here like, six months, so I'm probably still fifteen. Not looking forward to finding out what happens when I turn sixteen. Back home, you disappear on your birthdays." That's a gross oversimplification, but 'a hallucination comes and tempts you to vanish and possibly eats you' might take a little explaining.

Terry's brow furrowed. "Your world sounds..." he struggled to find the right words to say in response to that information. "Interesting," was the word he settled on, but it was really just because he thought calling someone else's home world weird might be a little insulting.

"My world is really, really, really, really stupid." Don't worry, Terry. There's no love lost there. "Not that yours doesn't sound dumb too."

"Don't get me wrong, I know my world is stupid. We have clown themed gangs and people that inject animal DNA into themselves. It's pretty crazy," He said with a grin. "I'm just the only one who gets to say that about it."

"Clown gangs." Howard takes a deep breath, reminds himself that Terry won't understand a reference to Insane Clown Posse, and then nods. "Alright. Why not? Nothing could go wrong with clown gangs, and you can save on transport with a ghetto clown car."

"It's not as fun as you think it'd be. They aren't just clowns, they're Jokerz. As in, they based themselves off of a complete psycho that dressed like a clown and caused a lot of..." he struggled to figure out what to say here, without bringing up the subject of Tim to a total stranger. "A lot of damage to a lot of people."

"I'm not saying I think it's fun. The craziest stuff out there is only fun in hindsight. I nearly got eaten by talking coyotes and that is so not fun." The Jokerz sound like exceptionally stupid cult members to Howard, but he's never understood following causes like that.

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