But the ghosts that we knew {OPEN};

[youfallback]

Who: Carolina and you!
What: Training at all hours of the day. Like sane people do. c:
When: 0400-1200 and 1400-2200 (the gym), 1200-1300 (the kitchen), 2200-2300 (the kitchen)
Where: The gym and the kitchen
Rating: PG-13 maybe for language and/or violence


[Most nights, Carolina couldn't sleep. The near-constant feeling of not being secure or safe enough to shut her eyes kept what adrenaline she had left pumping through her well enough to keep her awake. That said, she can't run on fumes all week long and when she does sleep, she dreams about home. About twin voices screaming her dead mother's name in her head, when plugging her ears only amplifies the sound. About a teammate taking two axes to the chest, from a soldier Carolina had never trusted, never wanted to trust. About another teammate grabbing her around the neck, yanking the AI chips from the back of her neck, tossing her from a cliff like a piece of garbage. About waiting in the snow. About never being good enough. About throwing a lighter.

It's one of those nights when her body forces her to sleep long enough to recharge enough of her battery to somewhat function, but the nightmares don't stay away. They never do. And she wakes up early, in a cold sweat, shaking, screaming. It's enough to keep her awake for another couple days, she hopes, that her body got enough to last her. Two days awake is always too short a time, but she can't get herself to stay awake longer and the four hours or so of sleep are always too long.

So, she's out of bed in an instant, tugging her armor on before all but sprinting down to the gym at 0400, needing a distraction and a purpose to her life.

Or what she could call a life in guilty conscience.]

(ooc: I will have open threads, just tag wherever! Just specify the time please so there can be multiple threads per location. c:

Current threads: South's is around noonish. Church's is before 1400. York's is at 1400. )

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[youfallback]

[Carolina doesn't rush South, instead she prepares to strike back. Her stance is more defensive than she likes but her anger will change that soon enough.]

[i_got_this]

[South's keeping low, aiming for Carolina's center of gravity with an intended tackle.]

[She's not thinking logically at this point, just intent on releasing the angst that's been building up since North showed up and Carolina left.]

[youfallback]

[Once she notices what South's doing, Carolina barely has a moment to attempt to handspring up out of the way, using the remains of the counter as an attempted vault. She's never been designed to take hits and she knows just how few will take her down.]

[i_got_this]

[South rams the counter where Carolina had been, splintering wood and spilling the contents, and then turns and throws a late kick out where she thinks Carolina's headed.]

[Her failure to land anything was only further frustrating her.]

[youfallback]

[The late kick catches Carolina around the ankles just before she's supposed to land on the chairs on the other side, causing her to crash down, breaking more than a few chairs and spilling yet more splinters across the kitchen.

But she's back up on her feet a moment later, a little dazed but still concentrating.]

[i_got_this]

[Okay, that was satisfying. South stands and rolls her shoulders.]

Not so hot anymore, are ya?

[youfallback]

[And that's more than enough to spur Carolina on.] You were never hot to begin with.

[With that, she darts up toward South, attempting to deliver a series of swift kicks to the woman's torso, trying to send her sprawling toward the sink.]

[i_got_this]

[South has little time to brace herself for the attack, drawn up with vitriol by Carolina's words. She does her best to block, but she can't keep up for the whole volley, and in the end is successfully crashed against the sink.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina doesn't follow up on that, not like she would have if she were on the battlefield. Instead she steps back, watching. ] We're done here. [Except hey probably aren't.]

[i_got_this]

[South leans slightly back, touching a gloved hand to her nose and then looking at the blood evident on her fingers. She glances to the side and see the micrwave and the cord in easy reach, and tries blending a grasp for it in a slight, slow turn as if she's acquiescing.]

Yeah, maybe you're right -- but I can't let you go without one last parting shot!

[She jerks the rest of the way, yanking on the cord in an attempt to swing the microwave at Carolina.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina doesn't turn her back on South for a moment, honestly not trusting the other woman to not try something devious, but she's not expecting the microwave. Of all the things. It's seriously heavy and the last thing Carolina wants is to get in its way. She watches the swing coming toward her and ducks underneath the appliance as it whistles overhead.] South. Stop.

[i_got_this]

[It was only a one-shot attack, as the microwave continues on its arc and smashes into the cabinets. South drops the cord and lets out a long sigh, eyeing Carolina and deciding it wasn't worth the risk to continue. She uses a clean dishrag to sop up her nose, then discards it in the trash and grabs her helmet. She goes to brush past Carolina on her way out of the kitchen.]

Fine. Just stay out of my way.

[youfallback]

[Carolina growls in response, despite her attempts to reign that anger back in.]

You don't tell me what to do.

[i_got_this]

[South shoots her a glance, entirely unable to keep her mouth shut, either.]

Yeah? Looks like I just did.

[youfallback]

Get the fuck out of my sight. [Carolina orders, her expression a thick mask of pure rage.]

[i_got_this]

[South crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.]

You put it like that I might just stick around.

[Yes, she was feeling most obstinate.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina points her finger past South to the lobby.] Get. Out.

[i_got_this]

Yeah ... No, if iy pisses you off that much I'm not going anywhere.

[youfallback]

Get out! [She points again out to the lobby.] I came here to eat lunch, not to deal with your bullshit.

[i_got_this]

I didn't come by to get ordered around by you!

[She's trying to remain stoic, but she never was the Alpha Bitch when it came to direct confrontations, and since the fight was something of a draw she's becoming less inclined to stick around, as much as she doesn't want to give in.]

[youfallback]

You should have thought of that before you swung a microwave at me. [Growling again.] Get out!

[i_got_this]

[South just stands there and glares at Carolina for a moment. She's buckling under the pressure, but she doesn't want to leave before giving one last jab. She finally turns to go, spitting out,]

Yeah, great leader you turned out to be.

[youfallback]

Some sister you turned out to be. [Carolina tries to jab back from where she's standing amidst the ruined kitchen.]

[i_got_this]

[Oh ... oh South does not need this. as if Carolina needs any of what South's been doling out but w/e w/e. She can't help turning around to tell at the other woman, still walking away.]

You don't actually know anything, so stuff it.

[youfallback]

I know more than anyone except him. I listened to you. [Carolina snorts at her.] Get out.