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reverielogs2018-06-10 11:57 am
onlydoubts) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-10 11:57 am
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( open ) i am desperate if nothing else
» WHO? bodhi rook + yourself!
» WHEN? after the gravity comes back
» WHERE? the bar
» WHAT? bodhi gets a reminder from home
» WARNINGS? spoilers from rogue one - possible canon typical subjects such as planetary destruction, death, as well as nightmares...
[ He's heard about people getting things from home, sure. It's been brought up over the network a few times, but it's still startling to Bodhi, when one morning he reaches into his cupboard to pull out the standard issue jumpsuit and his hand brushes over fabric that's different but familiar - and he freezes for a moment before pulling out the uniform. The grey flightsuit with it's scuffed symbol of the Galactic Empire - with it's tattered sleeves and places he'd chosen to mend the material rather than get rid of it...
"It's a reminder... of what I had to do to get here." is what he'd told Jyn. That hasn't changed. It still has that meaning, but it's also a reminder - he doesn't know what happened. On Scarif, to the others - but he's sure that he didn't make it.
With a sigh, Bodhi pulls the uniform on. ]
a ) the bar - an ungodly hour
[ Though, is it really? Time passes differently in space, there are not really cycles of day or night - only the aforementioned time on the device. So, yes. It is late. Closer to breakfast, than dinner. And he couldn't sleep, and when he did - he couldn't stay asleep. So here we are. Bodhi has never been much of a drinker, not really. On occasion, when he'd had the opportunity to stop at a decent cantina while planetside - but these trips got less and less frequent when he'd been transferred to make runs from Jedha to Eadu.
He's wearing his uniform -- his Imperial uniform, just having gone from one jumpsuit to another. But the goggles are not on presently, perhaps due to the large gash that ran from the bridge of his nose, and diagonally above his left eye, almost up to his hairline. A result of debris nearly smashing his helmet when he'd been on his space walk. Instead, he has them in his hands, fidgeting with the straps, a half drunk glass of something that is definitely not Corellian brandy in front of him, and a faraway look in his eyes. But if you sit by him, he'll look up after a moment or two. ]
Hey. Evening. I mean... morning.
b) elsewhere
[ Later, Bodhi can be found wandering the halls of different decks - he's still exploring the ship, looking for the others he was with before. Even if every day he doesn't find them, he's a little less hopeful that they're here. In the mess hall, he normally sits on his own, with a cup of coffee, picking at his food.
It's rare he goes by the exercise room, warnings of muscle loss aside - he just doesn't... enjoy that kind of physical activity. Still, he tries - taking out frustration on a punching bag with forceful hits that lack any kind of skill or precision. He seems winded after barely five minutes. ]
» WHEN? after the gravity comes back
» WHERE? the bar
» WHAT? bodhi gets a reminder from home
» WARNINGS? spoilers from rogue one - possible canon typical subjects such as planetary destruction, death, as well as nightmares...
[ He's heard about people getting things from home, sure. It's been brought up over the network a few times, but it's still startling to Bodhi, when one morning he reaches into his cupboard to pull out the standard issue jumpsuit and his hand brushes over fabric that's different but familiar - and he freezes for a moment before pulling out the uniform. The grey flightsuit with it's scuffed symbol of the Galactic Empire - with it's tattered sleeves and places he'd chosen to mend the material rather than get rid of it...
"It's a reminder... of what I had to do to get here." is what he'd told Jyn. That hasn't changed. It still has that meaning, but it's also a reminder - he doesn't know what happened. On Scarif, to the others - but he's sure that he didn't make it.
With a sigh, Bodhi pulls the uniform on. ]
a ) the bar - an ungodly hour
[ Though, is it really? Time passes differently in space, there are not really cycles of day or night - only the aforementioned time on the device. So, yes. It is late. Closer to breakfast, than dinner. And he couldn't sleep, and when he did - he couldn't stay asleep. So here we are. Bodhi has never been much of a drinker, not really. On occasion, when he'd had the opportunity to stop at a decent cantina while planetside - but these trips got less and less frequent when he'd been transferred to make runs from Jedha to Eadu.
He's wearing his uniform -- his Imperial uniform, just having gone from one jumpsuit to another. But the goggles are not on presently, perhaps due to the large gash that ran from the bridge of his nose, and diagonally above his left eye, almost up to his hairline. A result of debris nearly smashing his helmet when he'd been on his space walk. Instead, he has them in his hands, fidgeting with the straps, a half drunk glass of something that is definitely not Corellian brandy in front of him, and a faraway look in his eyes. But if you sit by him, he'll look up after a moment or two. ]
Hey. Evening. I mean... morning.
b) elsewhere
[ Later, Bodhi can be found wandering the halls of different decks - he's still exploring the ship, looking for the others he was with before. Even if every day he doesn't find them, he's a little less hopeful that they're here. In the mess hall, he normally sits on his own, with a cup of coffee, picking at his food.
It's rare he goes by the exercise room, warnings of muscle loss aside - he just doesn't... enjoy that kind of physical activity. Still, he tries - taking out frustration on a punching bag with forceful hits that lack any kind of skill or precision. He seems winded after barely five minutes. ]
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Getting increasingly more and more frustrated, and vaguely aware that the women who'd come in a short while ago seemed to share a similar issue with him. He peeks around the bag to see Karen shaking her hand out. ]
No, it doesn't seem like we are. [ Bodhi grins shakily, pulling his hair out of his face. ] It's ...more difficult than it looks.
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[It's gently pointed out as she grabs hold of the bag she's been punching so she can make it go still. ]
Is there a reason you're wanting to punch things?
[If he's not very good at it, he might have had something happen that has driven him to trying. And Karen being as nosy as she is, she's always in the mood to try and help a stranger work through something.]
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[ getting to put out his frustration had kind of played into it, but seeing as he was now more frustrated than before... ]
Guess I didn't have the right idea.
no subject
It's the right idea. It just takes work. Not everything comes easily the first time you try it.
[Supporting him with words only goes so far, and she knows it. So with a smile, she motions for him to step in closer to her. She's been taught how to throw a punch, and even if she isn't very good at it, she can pass that knowledge down to him.]
no subject
Thanks. I'm Bodhi.
no subject
[She introduces herself, smiling as she shifts so she can stand beside him. She may have just met him, but that doesn't stop Karen from carefully stepping in close enough that she can reach out and put her hand over his. Her fingers curl, trying to press his into making a fist.]
It'll be easier to hit if your put your hand like this. Trust me.