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Martha Jones ([personal profile] selfrespecting) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-04-16 07:08 am

in the morning light [OPEN]

Who: Martha Jones and OPEN.
Where: The grounds, near the gardens. (Also the clinic!)
When: 4/14 - 4/18
Rating: PG
Summary: Martha's determined to stay fit and be more prepared for any future dangers. The answer to that? T'ai chi.
The Story:
It's not that Martha's meant to slack off on her morning exercises. It's just that sometimes she has to work and ends up too lazy to get out of bed early enough to exercise before her shift. Either that, or there's an event that comes around and completely distracts her and throws her off of her routine.

Since February there haven't been any serious dangers that have hit the mansion, but that only makes her more convinced that something's coming, and soon. She's already given up one death out of five now, and she doesn't intend to let her life slip away from her again.

T'ai chi is more of a defensive form of martial arts, but it's a place to start, at least -- and with help from Blake, she's gotten decent at it. So each morning on this particular week, Martha forces herself out into the dewy mornings to train her body. She usually picks a spot out on the fields, not too far away from the gardens. It's also a way of clearing her mind, a meditation of sorts, and she finds that it puts her in a good place for the rest of the day.

Does she need to learn some actual offensive methods too? Most likely. But she hasn't quite worked herself up to ask around for that yet.

Later on in the day, Martha can be found in the clinic, as usual. She's just gone out of her way to make her shifts the afternoon ones, at least for this week, so that she can become more serious about her own training. Wonderland offers plenty of free time and she would rather make the most of it.
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[personal profile] jivitadana 2014-04-16 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Minato has heard of the clinic, but hadn't had a chance to stop by with all of the past events and chaos that happened recently. Now that things had settled, he decided to stop by and check it out. He had heard too that Martha was the one who was running it, but he didn't know who else helped out as well.

Luckily though for him, someone was indeed at the clinic. He went inside, hoping it was okay that he didn't exactly have an appointment or anything of the sort. And luckily too, he had met Martha before, though the circumstances then weren't all that great. It might be better now.

"Hi." He offered Martha a smile. It had been some time since they last spoke. "Sorry to bother you... Are you busy now?"
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[personal profile] justrunsasaloon 2014-04-16 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a stupid mistake. She probably wouldn't have made it if she wasn't so damned hungover. Which... she really hates this damned place. Good idea her ass.

Her hand wrapped in a clean towel, Ellen heads for the clinic. She's been there once when she first arrived, but like most hunters, she knows how to take care of most wounds - including bullet, stab, and axe wounds - by herself. The problem is this one is on her dominant hand and she's never managed stitches with her off hand. Plus, she needs someone to make sure she got all the glass out.

Ellen pokes her head in the clinic. "You're Martha right? Got a sec?"
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[personal profile] seekinghome 2014-04-16 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ed finds out outside training and folds his arms as he watches. "Sticking with only the defensive stuff?"
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[personal profile] seekingbrother 2014-04-16 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Al sees Martha going through her routine on a morning jog of his own, slowing down and watching her for a minute or so before walking over. "What style is that?"
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[personal profile] effervescing 2014-04-17 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
Since everything seems to be back to normal now, Anna has started to explore the mansion. Things sure got weird there for a while. Sure, she would have thought of all those things, but now that a few days had passed she realized they might not have been as smart as they sounded. It's on her morning
(okay, late morning. That one time she got up early to say hi to everyone was enough) that she finds Martha.

She pauses when she sees her, never having seen something like this before. She watches Martha move, trying to commit everything to memory. Of course, that's easier said than done, but it looks interesting enough. After a moment she attempts a move that very vaguely resembles Martha. "So, what exactly do you call this sort of exercise, anyway?" she asks.
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[personal profile] eatsyourscience 2014-04-18 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Souji hasn't talked with Martha in awhile, so when he sees her on the grounds he heads in her direction. He doesn't want to interrupt her, though, so he waits nearby while she goes through the forms, watching. Most of his combat training has been pretty impromptu, so he's always impressed by people who take the time to learn and work on this kind of martial art.

When Martha seems to be at a stopping point, he claps quietly.
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[personal profile] monopolies 2014-04-18 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Reconnecting with everyone in Wonderland after his decades-long absence has been a larger task than America had initially thought. For a place supposedly in a stand-still, time goes by so quickly. Hours bleed into days spent getting reacquainted with his surroundings, setting his room just right and finding all the dreamy little spaces he'd carved into far-away rooms with Luke. Then there's the inevitable oddities of events, the continuous tides of people coming and leaving... finding his old tablet with the movies loaded on it and watching Captain America over and over again...

The good part of Wonderland, he thinks, is that even this fast paced life won't leave him behind the humans. Everyone is stuck in their current age, just like him, lives stretching out infinitely as long as they're in this world. Which is pretty weird, but also kinda nice.

Sleep hadn't come easily last night. Not for any particular or dramatic reason; America just kept finding new, fun things to do: watching Captain America (again), cleaning up his room, Luke, Luke (again), getting way too engrossed in some generic young adult book, wanting to wake everyone he knows up to talk about said book but getting distracted by the sun breaking over the horizon. At that point he decided fuck it. It's already tomorrow, he may as well keep being awake. Grabbing some coffee from the kitchen, America ambles his way out to the grounds to give his raptors an early morning walk.

He shuffles around on the dewy grass in a beautiful shirt and pajama pants like a college student on his way to an 8am class. This is hardly the longest he's gone without sleep, but he can still feels like he's treading an uncomfortable line between alert and intoxicated. It's with bleary eyes and slow recognition that he spots Martha. She's dancing, or beating up the air, America doesn't really know and he's not putting much effort into thinking. He'll just go ahead and interrupt whatever it is to ask her himself.

"Whatcha doin' up this early? Got a vendetta 'gainst oxygen?"

He grins and snickers like he's made an incredibly clever joke. In a sleep-deprived mind, it is.
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[personal profile] alwaysnext 2014-04-21 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
Luke spots Martha from his window, on one of those mornings where he can't be bothered to lay in until noon like a normal teenager. She's doing... something that looks intense and athletic, but it doesn't occur to him that she might not want to be disturbed until he's halfway out to the garden.

And now he's here, in sight of her, it's too awkward to turn on his heel and go back. But interrupting her would be rude. And watching her wave her limbs in the air without saying anything is creepy.

The absolute worst thing he can do is try to copy her as she does some kind of slow, one leg kick with arms in the air. But he does, anyway, and it leaves him wobbling like a baby giraffe on a trampoline.

"Wow. How long does it take you to learn how to-" is as far as he gets in the way of conversation before he has to hop fervently to keep his balance. "Geez, do you have legs made of steel?"
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15th!

[personal profile] halfwinchester 2014-04-22 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam might not be a daily presence in the clinic, but it's one of the few places he's grown accustomed to and that's more than he can say for most of the rest of Wonderland. He doesn't really frequent other spots as much as he does the clinic and Jo's training room; it's nice to have a place to go to busy himself when he's not being beaten up by Jo.

More than that, there's almost always people in the clinic, people keeping things moving, and they're not half-bad to spend time around, like Martha. Even if no one's talking, company is company. Just the presence of someone else has been a lot better than what's been waiting for him in his room the last few months, which is nothing. That, above all, has been really nice.

He could do without a serial killer who looks like his half-brother in the other room, but he's not really in a position to complain about that, much as he'd like to some days. He's had more than a few bad days himself, some due to hangovers, some due to not being self-medicated and still trying to learn from her in steely silence, a wild light in his eyes.

Stability's been good, and he appreciates it more than he can say. Sometimes, like now, it's nice to hang out once his work is over with a medical text or two. Hitting the books is something that still relaxes him.]