<USS Avalon> log part 1
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- Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2003 18:37:41 GMT
Past Patterns
by. Caine Reilly McKinsley and Lt. Commander Javan Sierra
Caine waved again to Hannah who had looked back over her shoulder before
disappearing around a corner. She was a sweet little girl, a bit odd, but very
sweet. Walking back into her office, Caine looked at the time. She had an
hour before her next appointment, her stomach made a noise of hunger, but Caine
ignored it and instead decided to go work out. She needed to let off some
steam, but it seemed to be the only thing she was doing lately, working off
steam, working, and sleeping. Not the healthiest combination, but it helped
her get to sleep. She figured that by totally exhausting herself, she would be
able to sleep better and not toss and turn all night. So far her theory had
proven wrong but she just couldn?t help but hope it would work one night.
Changing into black spandex pants and a black tank top, Caine slipped on a
black sweater and headed to the holodeck. Her stomach growled in protest of
missing another meal, but Caine ignored it. She hadn?t been eating much, ever
since the night Javan had walked out on her, she just didn?t want food.
Caine was aware of the different people who had been talking about her and
Javan on the ship. She knew she had been classified as another one of Javan?s
rejects and she hated it. She had never wanted to be just another girl.
Walking onto one of the holodecks, she rid herself of her sweater, and began
one of her programs. The room suddenly looked like a doju with a punching bag
in the middle, wrapping her hands up she began to stretch. Heavy metal music
blared in the back ground and Caine began take her frustration of the world out
on the punching bag.
Her thoughts went back Javan and being just another one of the many girls in
his life. She knew it was her fault, she was the one who had the stupid dream,
she was the one who couldn?t separate dream world from reality, she was the one
who had thought that maybe she would be able to handle some kind of
relationship; hell, she didn?t even know if they had really been in a
relationship or what. With each thought she hit the bag harder. She could
feel sweat beading on her forehead, but she didn?t want to stop, not yet.
She began to hit the bag harder and harder as she thought about her past. That
asshole had screwed with her head pretty bad, it had taken her awhile to try
and get over some of the things he had done to her and yet she still struggled
with them. What a great counselor I make, I have more problems then my
patients, she thought. As different memories came back to her, things she had
tried for years to suppress, she hit the bag harder and harder wishing she
could do this to the Baron?s face, wanting to pay him back for all the pain he
had caused her.
"Man, what'd the bag do to you?" A voice called from behind her.
Caine jumped and turned to look behind her, Javan was standing there, in the
door way to the holodeck. She was unsure of what to do, this was the first
time she had seen him since the fateful night he had walked out her door, so
she stood there in silence, just looking at him.
Javan, clad in his sleeveless black t-shirt, leaned in a laidback manner. His
nylon black wind pants, which a white strip down the side, normally swished in
his movement and made a cacophony of sound, but they laid silent. He had his
arms crossed and his brown eyes pierced the room, the dojo, and stared deeply
into hers. He smirked, "Taking the aggression out on the bag is one thing, but
damn Caine, don't ruin the equipment for the rest of us."
Caine looked down at the floor, it wasn?t that she was completely scared of him
still; it was more of that she was embarrassed of her treatment of him and how
she would never get a chance with him again. ?I am sorry. I didn?t think that
one could ruin holodeck equipment, I?ll stop now and you can have the place to
yourself.? Caine walked over to the side and grabbed her zip up sweater, fully
intending to leave.
"Caine, it was a joke." He moved over and took the sweatshirt from her and
placed it delicately on the bench. "You're doing it all wrong though. If you
want the proper workout and the knowledge that if you ever in a situation of
danger you can cripple a Klingon warrior with a flick of your wrist." Javan
winked and moved over to the bag, motioning to it as he grabbed and steadied
the swinging apparatus.
Caine stared at Javan. He was being so nice to her, after what had happened.
She was so unsure of what to do with herself now. Seeing that Javan wanted her
to follow him over to the bag, she did, wondering what in the world was
happening.
Javan made a pose, an offensive posture, and put his right arm out further than
his left. "OK, copy this. Open palm with the left hand, but a closed fist
with the right. Then, with your feet, have the right out in front of the left
as you would mimic your hands." He stood there waiting for her to follow his
lead, but yet he wasn't sure whether or not she was going to. He felt, in a
passive scan, that she wanted eagerly to leave.
Caine looked at him, trying to figure out if she should. She had been so
scared of him just a few days ago, and then he walked out and she was no longer
scared. Now he stood just a few feet from her and all she wanted to do was to
hug him and have him wrap his arms around her. She knew that there was nothing
she could do, he probably hated her and was only trying to be nice, but even if
he was only playing nice, Caine would take him up on it. Getting in to
position across from him, she waited for his next directions.
"Now," he started, "when you go to attack you throw your weight to your left
side, but strike out with the right. You use this to counterweight in the
event the defender attempts a pitiful reversal. And if you do connect with
your right and don't do enough damage then you can lash out with your left -
which has all your momentum behind it." He smiled and made a quick hit and
cross to the bag.
Caine nodded and tried to do exactly what Javan had just told her and shown her.
"Excellent! Don't be so timid when you punch, though. If you hold back than
you're not going to get the same effect. Time for some real sparring?" Javan
perked his eyebrows and moved to her left about seven feet, "Computer, another
punching bag with the exact parameters as the one currently in use in holodeck
one." It shimmered before his eyes.
Thrilling under his praise, Caine watched his movements. She wanted to know
what he meant by real sparring, but she wasn?t going to ask, she didn?t want to
look stupid in front of him; not that she didn?t already. Caine stood waiting
for Javan to do his next thing.
Without a glance Javan started firing shots into the bag and it bounced and
weaved in many difference directions. He'd completed a set of almost twenty
straight shots before he paused and turned to his disciple. He smirked and
motioned to her bag, "You're up. Just do what I did and throw in some of your
own moves." He steadied his bag
Nodding, Caine moved into position. She began to imagine that the bag was the
Baron?s face one more time, and she began to hit it. Doing what Javan told her
too, she added in some of her own moves, and it felt great to be imagining that
she was doing the one thing she wished to do for most of her life.
"Go! Go!" He made gestures and shadow movements as he moved over to grab the
bag as it frantically went every which way. "Keep going! Punch! Cross!
Hook! You're doing great!"
Caine did, she kept hitting. It felt so good to hit something, to let her
frustrations be taken out on an inanimate object. One that she knew would
never feel pain, never have to deal with all the shit of life. For once Caine
felt no remorse as she let the years of pain a torment that she had kept
bottled up, out on the punching bag.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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