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riverviewlogs2018-01-13 09:39 pm
childofaxios) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-01-13 09:39 pm
[ open ] Help I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
who: Cadet Chyler Silva + YOU
what: Monthly log/catchall
when: January, wibbly wobbly time
where: Currently, Perimeter Guard places and communal housing. More TBA.
warnings: None atm.
i. perimeter guard - boot camp/general
a. obstacle course
[ This is, at the earth kids say, Chyler's jam. She's in the lead, hopping barriers, climbing ropes, crawling on her back underneath barbed wire like she was made to do it. She's a standout at the team obstacles in particular, encouraging those around her, waiting until last at the wall to be pulled up to the top, boosting others up with more strength than a sixteen-year-old girl has any right to possess. (Which doesn't mean she can boost people up without help.)
She comes off the field with her eyes bright and the implication of a smile on her face, even if she's breathing hard. This is familiar. It's safe. It's almost like home. ]
b. firing range
[ She doesn't miss. It's the one thing that stayed true from drill to battlefield. When Chyler pulls the trigger, she hits her target. She had the school record for accuracy at Corbulo, with rifle and small arms both.
When they hand her an assault rifle, t's a relief to handle something so familiar, even if she has to learn a slightly more primitive system. She's not as perfect with it as she wants to be. Which is why she's at the firing range in the evening after the rest of her class has gone to their barracks, with one of the instructors looking over her shoulder. There are others there practicing as well, but none of them seem to care much that someone so much younger is tagging the target like she was born with a gun in her hands. ]
c. hand-to-hand
[ Chyler isn't quite as good here as she is at the firing range. She's small. She's not heavy. She has to push herself that much more to succeed, and she thrives on the challenge of it. It's something new to do, something different to perfect.
Except she has a partner who won't hit back. His blocks are weak, his blows worse. The longer they drill against each other the more aggressive Chyler gets, drive giving way to frustration. Each hit lands harder. Her blocks start to push against his attacks. She backs him out of the line without meaning to, thinking Come on, come on, do something.
She's about to yell at him when the instructor yells at her.
"Silva! Ease up. Everyone, take a break. Cool down. Then we'll switch partners."
Chyler's caught between the shame of being called out and aggravation of the same. She braces her hands on her hips and does a circuit of the room, winding her temper in, finding her control. ]
ii. communal housing - rooftop
[ She wants to find a Spot. Somewhere like Lasky had at Corbulo. She liked that she was able to dangle her feet when they shared his. That she was in some sense able to leave the ground.
It's why she tries to roof of communal housing first, one late night after boot when she can't sleep. Not without nightmares.
She should have gotten some of that purple incense. She still can, if she wants to, but there's some risk now of someone she knows seeing her do it. She doesn't want the pity that might come with seeing her need the help.
So here she is at the railing, leaning over the edge until her feet almost leave the ground. There's no suicidal intention in it. Chyler just wants to get as much of her face into the updraft climbing the building as possible. The wind feels good. Clarifying. She needs that. ]
iii. wildcard
[ Other ideas? HMU. Might be adding more prompts later but these are the ones my brain was capable rn. ]
what: Monthly log/catchall
when: January, wibbly wobbly time
where: Currently, Perimeter Guard places and communal housing. More TBA.
warnings: None atm.
i. perimeter guard - boot camp/general
a. obstacle course
[ This is, at the earth kids say, Chyler's jam. She's in the lead, hopping barriers, climbing ropes, crawling on her back underneath barbed wire like she was made to do it. She's a standout at the team obstacles in particular, encouraging those around her, waiting until last at the wall to be pulled up to the top, boosting others up with more strength than a sixteen-year-old girl has any right to possess. (Which doesn't mean she can boost people up without help.)
She comes off the field with her eyes bright and the implication of a smile on her face, even if she's breathing hard. This is familiar. It's safe. It's almost like home. ]
b. firing range
[ She doesn't miss. It's the one thing that stayed true from drill to battlefield. When Chyler pulls the trigger, she hits her target. She had the school record for accuracy at Corbulo, with rifle and small arms both.
When they hand her an assault rifle, t's a relief to handle something so familiar, even if she has to learn a slightly more primitive system. She's not as perfect with it as she wants to be. Which is why she's at the firing range in the evening after the rest of her class has gone to their barracks, with one of the instructors looking over her shoulder. There are others there practicing as well, but none of them seem to care much that someone so much younger is tagging the target like she was born with a gun in her hands. ]
c. hand-to-hand
[ Chyler isn't quite as good here as she is at the firing range. She's small. She's not heavy. She has to push herself that much more to succeed, and she thrives on the challenge of it. It's something new to do, something different to perfect.
Except she has a partner who won't hit back. His blocks are weak, his blows worse. The longer they drill against each other the more aggressive Chyler gets, drive giving way to frustration. Each hit lands harder. Her blocks start to push against his attacks. She backs him out of the line without meaning to, thinking Come on, come on, do something.
She's about to yell at him when the instructor yells at her.
"Silva! Ease up. Everyone, take a break. Cool down. Then we'll switch partners."
Chyler's caught between the shame of being called out and aggravation of the same. She braces her hands on her hips and does a circuit of the room, winding her temper in, finding her control. ]
ii. communal housing - rooftop
[ She wants to find a Spot. Somewhere like Lasky had at Corbulo. She liked that she was able to dangle her feet when they shared his. That she was in some sense able to leave the ground.
It's why she tries to roof of communal housing first, one late night after boot when she can't sleep. Not without nightmares.
She should have gotten some of that purple incense. She still can, if she wants to, but there's some risk now of someone she knows seeing her do it. She doesn't want the pity that might come with seeing her need the help.
So here she is at the railing, leaning over the edge until her feet almost leave the ground. There's no suicidal intention in it. Chyler just wants to get as much of her face into the updraft climbing the building as possible. The wind feels good. Clarifying. She needs that. ]
iii. wildcard
[ Other ideas? HMU. Might be adding more prompts later but these are the ones my brain was capable rn. ]
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It was home. It could have been a good place, if people could be made to stop fighting. It could even be fun sometimes, when my parents were alive.
[ The look that always comes across Chyler's face when the talks about Mamore--closed, calm, eyes empty--dissolves into a smile when Toothless nudges his way between them. She rubs her hand across the dragon's head, unguarded again. ]
I don't think we have any planets with dragons, not that I've heard about anyway. [ Her smile lasts even when she looks from Toothless to Hiccup. ] I think I'm jealous.
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Toothless purrs, pressing into her hands when she pets across his scales, ear fins flattening in pleasure. He's good at bringing the mood back to something more comfortable.] You're missing out. They're amazing. He's amazing. [He breathes out a laugh.] Maybe if you're free on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I should ask you to dragon-sit.