Post by Mara on Jan 23, 2006 4:17:58 GMT
Mara awoke with the alarm, rolling over and hitting the snooze button with enough force that the clock shattered. "Oh bugger."
She rolled over and stared at the ceiling, registering that her sheets were tangled and half off the bed - the dreams she'd had obviously resulted in movement. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and groaned as she stretched - more for effect than real pain. Sleeping on a real bed was luxury after the jail cell. The pain was more imagined, since she had a constant tension - and it would only get worse as the week approached.
At least people at galleries are usually calm.. Her empathy made emotions feel tangible - but in the last few months, it was almost as though they *were* her emotions. It made her rages even harder to hold onto. She looked at the cut on her forearm - it wouldn't seem to heal up, and she never had problems with anything else - it was taking weeks to close and heal. "It was just a stupid silver fork.. stupid bitch.." Mara stood and went to the shower, idly touching her camera bag on the way.
She ditched her tshirt that served as her night clothes and stepped into a scalding shower. As she finger combed her curls out she laid everything she'd need to do for the show out in her head. Taking a brief look at her dobok, she sighed. You can train again in a week or so.
Throwing on a black silk shirt, jeans, and boots, she pulled her hair back and headed out the door of her hotel room, camera bag over her shoulder. Locking the door behind her, she took a deep breath, and concentrated on remaining calm.
To the Skirball Centre
She rolled over and stared at the ceiling, registering that her sheets were tangled and half off the bed - the dreams she'd had obviously resulted in movement. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and groaned as she stretched - more for effect than real pain. Sleeping on a real bed was luxury after the jail cell. The pain was more imagined, since she had a constant tension - and it would only get worse as the week approached.
At least people at galleries are usually calm.. Her empathy made emotions feel tangible - but in the last few months, it was almost as though they *were* her emotions. It made her rages even harder to hold onto. She looked at the cut on her forearm - it wouldn't seem to heal up, and she never had problems with anything else - it was taking weeks to close and heal. "It was just a stupid silver fork.. stupid bitch.." Mara stood and went to the shower, idly touching her camera bag on the way.
She ditched her tshirt that served as her night clothes and stepped into a scalding shower. As she finger combed her curls out she laid everything she'd need to do for the show out in her head. Taking a brief look at her dobok, she sighed. You can train again in a week or so.
Throwing on a black silk shirt, jeans, and boots, she pulled her hair back and headed out the door of her hotel room, camera bag over her shoulder. Locking the door behind her, she took a deep breath, and concentrated on remaining calm.
To the Skirball Centre