The gym, early Wednesday morning
Wednesday, August 15th, 2007 09:34 amRiver had woken up early, vivid dreams still clear in her mind. They had taken her back to Miranda, to the fight against the reavers, twisting the real events so that her enemies had just kept appearing in a neverending flow. It hadn't bothered her though, quite the opposite. Upon wakening she had remembered the calm and precision, and the confidence that her she could keep her friends safe.
Down in the gym she tried to recapture that feeling, the reavers only in her mind and pompoms instead of knives. It wasn't the same, but she kept moving, kept struggling. "Weapon without a target," she mumbled to herself, synchronising the words with the movement.
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Down in the gym she tried to recapture that feeling, the reavers only in her mind and pompoms instead of knives. It wasn't the same, but she kept moving, kept struggling. "Weapon without a target," she mumbled to herself, synchronising the words with the movement.
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