☆7 [action] starting at House 10, ending up all over Luceti

[skaterbrain]

[Since people are out and about, Beat's been skateboarding a lot more, but... Well, he does feel a little bad that he basically skipped town on Shiki's lesson and then had Roy wheelbarrow him out of there. To make up for it today, he's sitting in his room and reading. Or trying to. The journal just might pick him up as he tries his best.]

..."My hat is"...goh-neh? What? Uh...Goon?

...

"Gone. My hat is gone. I want it back."

...The hell?

...Uh. Aight.

"Have you..." ...uh...

...Dammit.

[OOC: Beat is going to be chased around Luceti looking for a place to read in peace. Feel free to have him show up anywhere including in your kitchen for who knows what reason. o/]

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[fleurdesel]

Distracted, I think is the word you mean to use. And it's fine Beat. When I am focused I tend to ignore most of my surroundings in favor of what it is I am doing.

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[skaterbrain]

[........Yeah, but he should be getting better at that. It's how she got--]

Nngh......... Dis-torac-ted, yeah, that thing.

....

Blondie, you drink coffee at this hour, you ain't never gonna sleep.

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[fleurdesel]

Dis-trac-ted. [Calm and without much thought, she'd helped the children of her siblings learn their English, it was somewhat habitual.]

I slept enough earlier, and there is some paperwork from the clinic I need to go over before tomorrow's shift.

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[skaterbrain]

....You know work ain't all there is to life, yeah?

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[fleurdesel]

I took yesterday for myself Beat. I take one such day every week to sleep, rest, and relax. I just...do not care to feel idle.

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[skaterbrain]

That ain't a weekend. You gotta take a weekend! How else you gonna get stuff done?

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[fleurdesel]

...So I should take two days to myself at the end of the week, rather than one whenever the work is not quite so heavy? A consistent period of time off?

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[skaterbrain]

Ch'yeah, then you got two whole days to do whateva'. Skatin' or hangin' out wit' people. It's pretty chill, yo.

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[fleurdesel]

It must be a sad commentary on my life that I have never taken such time for myself regularly, if at all.

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[skaterbrain]

Naw, just mean you gotta start now. You n' me are gonna go chill out on a weekend. Do nothin' special, jus' chill. Got it?

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[fleurdesel]

[Adele has to turn away to pour herself a mug of the finished coffee, cradling the ceramic between her hands once it's full. A faint tilt of her head before she takes a sip and turns back to Beat. Mulling this over.]

I suppose it would not hurt. I am not accustomed to it but...I could try.

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[skaterbrain]

Man, Blondie, you really gotta learn to unwind, yo. If you ain't used to fun, then you ain't livin' life.

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[fleurdesel]

There has always been work, or something to study, or something to research. I developed the habit...

[Shortly after her father died. Strange. She's never considered that before.] When I was young and never thought to do otherwise.

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[skaterbrain]

If that yo' hobby, aight, but if it ain't, Blondie, you gotta find somethin' else to do or you gonna burn out.

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[fleurdesel]

I take time for my hobbies.

[Less and less as of late. If she performs at Cloud Nine, it's because Ginia would want her to were she present. She stretches and only runs through her barre exercises if she has time after the fencing and jitte drills. It's not all clinic work, but it is, without a doubt, work.]

...not enough as of late, though. [She was weary the past few days. But she takes one for herself a week. Perhaps two, soon. That was enough. It had to be.]

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[skaterbrain]

....What you pushin' yo'self for, Blondie? You got somethin' chasin' you?

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[fleurdesel]

[Her initial response is to brush him off. Ignore the question. Say it isn't any of his concern. But of those she knows, he is the first to ask so directly.]

I do not care to be helpless, Beat.

[It was the simplest way to explain this disquiet.]

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[skaterbrain]

Why you think you helpless here? Jus' 'cause we can't get out?

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[fleurdesel]

I cannot defend myself. I am a surgeon, Beat, violence does not come easily, nor does defending myself against it.

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[skaterbrain]

That ain't bein' helpless. That makin' a choice - a good one - not to fight. Not everyone gotta talk wit' their fists, just idiots like me.

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[fleurdesel]

I would not go out of my way to fight; I just- I want to be able to protect myself.

My friends, if need be.

It would not be my first choice but I would rather have that option instead of knowing there is nothing I can do.

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[skaterbrain]

Aight, so punch me. Le's see what you got.

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[fleurdesel]

What? [She's more than a little startled by the sudden shift in gears but, well, she sets her coffee mug down to oblige him.

Thin as she is, and with the life she's lead, all her real strength is in her core, her legs, though the drills every morning has lent her some to her arms. One last puzzled look before she makes a fist and snaps it out, aiming for Beat's stomach, rather than his jaw or the center of his chest.

The bone there would have been too dense. Better to strike for where there was less chance of breaking her own fingers.]

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[skaterbrain]

[And he isn't going to dodge. He just wants to see how much power she's got to her. He takes a step back when the fist connects with his stomach, breathing out as it hits. Guy like him has to know how to take a few, and after rubbing his abs a bit, he thinks.]

You pretty good, Blondie, but you gotta aim like you goin' through 'em. Lean into it. You got solid stuff, you just gotta use it like you mean it.

See?

[And this is Beat not thinking. He turns and punches full on straight into the wall, denting it. And...weirdly enough not breaking his hand. Fun bit of being a video game character.]

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[fleurdesel]

Follow through like I would for- Beat, wait-!

[Adele tries to get around to pull his arm back but can't quite match the young man's speed. She stands, blinking at the dent in the wall, sighs, and turns to demand his hand for an examination but...

It's not broken.




What?]

Use it like I mean it. I think this might be better suited to the training room we have upstairs? There is a punching bag...I for one, cannot strike the wall like that without shattering something.