i hope ur miserable until ur dead

[morethan084]

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 @ morethan084 or write something below.]

Comments

infirmary (cw needles n illness inevitable)

[firstroar]

[the sounds of drawers and cabinet doors being opened, their contents being pilfered stirs the body behind one of the curtains; without his psionic sense, Blue isn't sure if he's dreaming it up or if it's truly someone there - not until he opens his eyes and squints long enough to see a shadow moving about over where the lights are still on.]

...Yzak...? [the guess is already out his mouth before realizing it couldn't be; Yzak would've announced himself. perhaps it's the Doctor, doing other business.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy's just found the advil when she hears a familiar voice speak up, and turns with the bottle in her hand expecting to see Yzak in here.]

Oh, uh--

[She realizes that Blue must've thought she was him.]

He's not here. Do you need me to get him?

[firstroar]

No, I... [he pauses, trying to place the face to the voice behind the curtain while he works to sit up.]

That's... Daisy...? Yes?

[morethan084]

Yeah.

[Daisy stands there awkwardly, wanting to just go back there room but…]

Can I open the curtain?

[firstroar]

Please.

[he can't reach it from over here. so while Daisy does that, he finishes sitting up, exhaling heavily. he's looking pretty thin, more gaunt in the face, and his hair's lost a lot of luster.

despite that, he smiles small, apologetic upon seeing her.]

Did I startle you? I'm sorry.

training room

[callada]

[For some reason he had almost expected Newton to be in here, hearing that loud music blasting through the room. He was all ready for a warm smile and some air guitar directed his way.

Instead, he can see it's Daisy who has tuned the rest of the world out while she works that punching bag into a pulp. And for a moment he almost turns away to go do something else, but then decides, no. Fuck that. She doesn't get to have this whole room to herself just because she's bizarrely still angry at him.

So he walks on in and rather than call out or mute her music, he just grabs the punching bag by its chain mid-swing and digs his heels in against the floor so it doesn't knock him over with its weight, and peers down at her, one eyebrow raised.]

Little hard to concentrate in here, you know.

[He's half expecting her to just swing at him instead. Hell, that might even be fun.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy's about to take another swing when suddenly her bag is being held by someone, and she knows who it is before her eyes even reach his. Jaw tight she keeps her hands up but doesn't make a move to punch the bag again.]

Wear ear plugs then.

[She replies snarkily, expecting that to be the end of the conversation.]

[morethan084]

[Pulling back the curtain, Daisy's holding the bottle of advil still in her other hand. Depending on his angle he might see her bruised knuckles, but goes out of her way to hide them from view.]

No. Just didn't think you'd be awake.

[It's not surprising to see him in here, but he doesn't need to be able to read minds to see the concern on her face. He looks awful.]

This is becoming a habit. Us meeting like this, in here.

[callada]

I have a better idea. Winner controls the volume level.

[Because like, he could just mute the thing and render it useless to her, but the idea of sparring is oddly appealing. If they're both annoyed at each other, and both perfectly capable of holding their own in a fight, why not blow off steam? Got to be better than her punching bag and his boring target dummies.

He lets go of the bag and steps back, but gestures in front of him like he's offering an opportunity, which he is. The question is if she'll humor him and take it or not.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy huffs a laugh, irritated that he won't just leave her alone. Is he really that desperate for a conversation with her? Or does he just want his ass handed to him that badly?]

Doesn't seem like it'd be a fair fight considering you trip over nothing.

[There's no teasing there like there once was.]

[callada]

No powers, then, if you're offering something fair. You might even be surprised.

[Well, she's seen him fight plenty often, so maybe not - but most of that wasn't hand to hand. It's a good skill to keep sharp, though, and yeah, sure, he's clumsy, but his limbs are also a hell of a lot longer than hers.

Anyway, it's not really about who wins, not to him. The opportunity to throw a few punches at each others' faces might do them a lot of good. Worked well in the Marines, back when he was a wiry little shit of a recruit himself.]

[morethan084]

[Is he for real? In the most condescending tone she can muster,]

You think I need my powers to overtake you? That's cute.

[She lowers her hands and instead crosses them over her chest.]

[firstroar]

This must be...our secret meeting spot. [his mouth twitches on one side.]

...Secret to our intentions, at least.

[his gaze flits down to her hand briefly before it returns to her face.]

Is it...for lingering pain? From the mission.

[callada]

I don't see you doing anything more than talking right now. C'mon.

[Of course, if she wants to give some excuse and back out, then she's free to do so. She can bluff all she wants and he'll leave her to her punching bag.]

[morethan084]

Why are you so desperate for me to punch you? Is this some kind of repentance for your fuck up back on that planet?

[Even if she's no longer defending Aleksander she still doesn't agree with what he had done.]

[morethan084]

Ah, no.

[She holds up her hand for him to see,]

Went a little too hard on the punching bag. Did they say how long you'll be in here for?

[callada]

What the hell? No.

[He has nothing to repent for. All fuckups on E-23b were mild at best, and if he thought otherwise he'd say so with his words and not an invitation to do some sparring.]

Look, if you're not up for it, then fine.

[Why does he keep trying? Well, he knows why, it's because he misses them being friends. She's like a goddamned brick wall of stubbornness, unable to allow herself to see past the one label she's apparently slapped on him forever now. Should he just really give up?

Probably, but he's stubborn as all hell too, so he knows he won't. Not in the long term. For now, he huffs a short, irritable sigh and turns away to leave.

But he's totally going to tap his hand on that music thing of hers so it stops playing if she doesn't do something to stop him first, and he's half-expecting she might try to do exactly that, so he's primed to react quickly if she decides she wants to be that particular kind of asshole today and attack with his back turned.]

[firstroar]

[hopefully that bag got worse than she did; more things need to not punch her back, in his opinion.

as for the matter of his time here, he shakes his head a little, looking down at the IV in his hand.]

As long as it takes...no less...and certainly no more. [he's not a fan of this room, this ceiling.] I don't like...missing out. On the gatherings the others have.

I want to see them.

[morethan084]

I don't know if you've just knocked all sense out of you from all of those falls you've taken, but what makes you think I want anything to do with you?

[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.]

[morethan084]

[Frowning, Daisy looks down at the ground for a moment. She's been avoiding any sort of gatherings, or just people in general, since talking with Aleksander.]

Maybe see if they can get you a wheelchair?

[Daisy's been stuck in hospital beds before for an extended period of time. It's awful.]

[callada]

[Yeah, he had a feeling - but he also really can't dodge her ability anyway, or even predict it as precisely as he'd be able to if she had actually come over there and punch him, so the best he can do is try and make for a better landing as he crashes to the floor and then picks himself up with a sigh.]

...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.]

[firstroar]

[the thought clearly hadn't come to mind from the way Blue's head tilts; he's so conditioned to being confined in this way that alternatives just don't seem to exist!]

Would there be...such a thing on this station?

[morethan084]

Uh, probably.

[Daisy looks around the room but doesn't see one.]

If not, it probably wouldn't be hard to get one.

[firstroar]

Are they common? In the places you are from. [he shakes his head just slightly.] It's...not something I would've seen. From the society I knew.

kool aid mans the door

[oiorpata]

[ daisy goes uncharacteristically radio silent after the mission, even with their strange argument. it seems odd that daisy would let it go, and she'd promised not to disappear like that again too, not to be avoidant - which andy takes to mean that something even more significant happened. ]

[ that's how she finds herself knocking at daisy's door, ready to kick it over if she ignores it. when she does answer, daisy looks exhausted and drained in several different ways. ]

Bullshit. [ she holds up the drink and snacks she's brought with her. ] Are you letting me in or am I letting myself in?