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thecapitol2013-05-14 01:13 am
celebrityskinned) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-14 01:13 am
Take a Look at My Body, A Look at My Hands [Open]
Who| Venus and Open
What| Venus in the training center
Where| Training Center
When| Immediately after her arrival
Warnings/Notes| None. Venus has just woken up in a human body. I'd really rather Venus not know about the resurrections yet.
Venus has been paid in cash. She's been paid in cruises, she's been paid in designer shoes and take-home samples straight from the music video, and at one point some schmuck who booked her tried to pay her in promises to hook her up with a 'guy' who had 'lots of connections' and 'knew Puff Daddy', as if she needed or even wanted that. But no one's ever paid her in her own body before.
The first thing she does is strip down in front of the mirror and examine herself. When she exploded, she was a child. She's grown since then, grew up, but the body is fitted just right for her. There's even a birthmark that she remembers from her childhood, a blotch on her ankle, a little scar on her knee from when she fell off her bike. Her body gets goosebumps in the chill of the room and joints pop and the blood rushes from her head when she gets up too fast, and it's still perfect. She's perfect.
She gets clothes on and flips through her map, deciding to explore the place she's living first. She runs down the stairs in bare feet and finds herself in the massive training room where she was scored in. A trampoline and a balance beam and a rope ladder all call to her. Before she goes and explores the city, she wants to try this human body out.
She does flips and somersaults and handstands. She traipses down the balance beam and easily scales the rope ladder. She boxes against the dummies and rolls around on the floor and grabs a sword and fences imaginary foes with it.
At one point her knuckles start to bleed from the boxing. She puts her hand to her mouth and tastes blood, blood and sweat, and it's marvelous because it means that she's well and truly alive. Not a bunch of unhappy molecules but a flesh and bone human being, with hair and skin and snot and spit and coppery, sticky blood.
She laughs, almost hysterically, and it's like a jar full of butterflies being opened from her mouth. The sound echoes throughout the training center, interspersed by her grunts and gasps of exertion as she tumbles and flips across the floor.
What| Venus in the training center
Where| Training Center
When| Immediately after her arrival
Warnings/Notes| None. Venus has just woken up in a human body. I'd really rather Venus not know about the resurrections yet.
Venus has been paid in cash. She's been paid in cruises, she's been paid in designer shoes and take-home samples straight from the music video, and at one point some schmuck who booked her tried to pay her in promises to hook her up with a 'guy' who had 'lots of connections' and 'knew Puff Daddy', as if she needed or even wanted that. But no one's ever paid her in her own body before.
The first thing she does is strip down in front of the mirror and examine herself. When she exploded, she was a child. She's grown since then, grew up, but the body is fitted just right for her. There's even a birthmark that she remembers from her childhood, a blotch on her ankle, a little scar on her knee from when she fell off her bike. Her body gets goosebumps in the chill of the room and joints pop and the blood rushes from her head when she gets up too fast, and it's still perfect. She's perfect.
She gets clothes on and flips through her map, deciding to explore the place she's living first. She runs down the stairs in bare feet and finds herself in the massive training room where she was scored in. A trampoline and a balance beam and a rope ladder all call to her. Before she goes and explores the city, she wants to try this human body out.
She does flips and somersaults and handstands. She traipses down the balance beam and easily scales the rope ladder. She boxes against the dummies and rolls around on the floor and grabs a sword and fences imaginary foes with it.
At one point her knuckles start to bleed from the boxing. She puts her hand to her mouth and tastes blood, blood and sweat, and it's marvelous because it means that she's well and truly alive. Not a bunch of unhappy molecules but a flesh and bone human being, with hair and skin and snot and spit and coppery, sticky blood.
She laughs, almost hysterically, and it's like a jar full of butterflies being opened from her mouth. The sound echoes throughout the training center, interspersed by her grunts and gasps of exertion as she tumbles and flips across the floor.
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"For the statue, actually, but I could stand to be named after a goddess, you know?" She pulls back and strokes her own neck idly. "Can I call you Max?"
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He nods at the question, though he finds the need for shorter names odd - she is a young enough women, however, that perhaps she is merely trying to be... what was the word they used, now? Cute?
"You may call me whatever you wish, m'lady," He says lowly.
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She points a finger at him and winks. "Alright, you're Max, then, at least for now. Everyone needs short enough names or there's no way I'll remember them all when we get to the Arena."
She isn't bothered by the idea of knowing her victims.
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"They gave you arms?" He asked, more than a little surprised. "You were wounded, before you came here?"
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