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ximilialog2022-07-24 06:59 pm
morethan084) wrote in ximilialog2022-07-24 06:59 pm
i hope ur miserable until ur dead
CHARACTERS: Daisy Johnson and OTA
LOCATION: Throughout the station
DATE: A few days post mission-until the next mission
CONTENT: Catch all
WARNINGS: Nothing atm.
[Daisy’s been isolating herself from everyone the past few days since finding out the truth about Aleksander. Keeping enough food in her room to avoid going out, and skipping out on the movie/TV night Newt had put together. She doesn’t respond to messages, but it’s hard to avoid someone if they come knocking on her door. Even if she isn’t so quick to answer, she eventually does, looking worn out.]
Hey, now’s not a great time. I’m trying to work on something.
[It’s a pretty lame lie, but she’s too mentally drained to care as long as they leave her alone.]
[It’s late at night when she makes her way to food storage needing to stock up more on snacks to bring back to her room. She doesn’t think anyone else would be up this late and thinks about sneaking back out when she spots someone already in there, but then they acknowledge her just as she’s about to turn around. Playing it off as if she wasn’t trying to avoid them she steps into the room,]
Couldn’t sleep?
[A great way for her to get her anger out ever since joining SHIELD was to work out. Which is what someone might find her doing if they end up in the training room. She has music blasting as she punches a punching bag, making it hard for her to notice someone trying to get her attention. It might be smart for them to just shut off the music in that case.]
[After going harder than she should have on the punching bag on one occasion, Daisy ends up going to the kitchen to grab some ice and the infirmary to grab some advil.]
[OOC: If you have any other ideas feel free to PM/message me on plurk @![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
morethan084 or write something below.]
LOCATION: Throughout the station
DATE: A few days post mission-until the next mission
CONTENT: Catch all
WARNINGS: Nothing atm.
[Daisy’s been isolating herself from everyone the past few days since finding out the truth about Aleksander. Keeping enough food in her room to avoid going out, and skipping out on the movie/TV night Newt had put together. She doesn’t respond to messages, but it’s hard to avoid someone if they come knocking on her door. Even if she isn’t so quick to answer, she eventually does, looking worn out.]
Hey, now’s not a great time. I’m trying to work on something.
[It’s a pretty lame lie, but she’s too mentally drained to care as long as they leave her alone.]
[It’s late at night when she makes her way to food storage needing to stock up more on snacks to bring back to her room. She doesn’t think anyone else would be up this late and thinks about sneaking back out when she spots someone already in there, but then they acknowledge her just as she’s about to turn around. Playing it off as if she wasn’t trying to avoid them she steps into the room,]
Couldn’t sleep?
[A great way for her to get her anger out ever since joining SHIELD was to work out. Which is what someone might find her doing if they end up in the training room. She has music blasting as she punches a punching bag, making it hard for her to notice someone trying to get her attention. It might be smart for them to just shut off the music in that case.]
[After going harder than she should have on the punching bag on one occasion, Daisy ends up going to the kitchen to grab some ice and the infirmary to grab some advil.]
[OOC: If you have any other ideas feel free to PM/message me on plurk @
no subject
[Some of her anger is misplaced, but she won't admit to that. And for some reason,
that has nothing to do with Aleksander, something as petty as shutting off her music player just sends her over the edge and she uses her powers to roughly push on his back from where she's standing.]no subject
...Have fun with your punching bag.
[He has, in fact, muted the music player entirely with a calm placed on it, so she'll have to attack the bag in silence. Or, fuck, sing to herself, not like he cares. He'll lift it in half an hour or so if she doesn't come stomping after him to throttle him first. She's earned worse, but he can't bring himself to be worse, so that will have to do.
He doesn't bother to glance back, either, as he resumes walking on out.]