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in a world you've grown | OPEN

WHO: Agent Carolina + OPEN (+ state-named castmates)
WHERE: various
WHEN: Jan 5-9 or so?
WHAT: get adjusted + making friends
WARNINGS: n/a for now

a | check out the new training room fixture

[ in terms of familiarity, she'll take what she can get. the training areas are a damn good place to feel at home on a strange ship, so she's going to wind up a regular within her first few days.

there's a lot of time in the rooms set up for martial arts training, beating the shit out of a punching bag or pushing herself through drills. there's even more time on a treadmill, eyes ahead and focused on just keeping herself moving so this feels less strange unless someone takes up a space somewhere around her, when she'll give them a nod. if you're here two days in a row at the same time she is, she might comment on it. if you look like you know what you're doing with any particular skillset... well, she's probably going to comment on that, too. ]

b | being a loner in the atrium

[ it's been so long since carolina really had to be social. chorus doesn't count, being a warzone and all, so there was never anything as bustling as the common areas of this ship there. and besides, a war zone means never having to bother being out of her armour, but it's too weird to wear it here and so she isn't, but then she just kind of winds up feeling naked. there's no way to not feel weird about being here.

the shopping centre reminds her of having a life back before project freelancer went to shit. the residential areas remind her of the mother of invention. she can't live at the gym and her new job. so she's here, looking terribly awkward as she wanders the atrium, eventually finding a place to sit next to a pond and dip her hand into the water. if she looks like she can't quite remember how to enjoy a scene like this... well, it's because she can't. ]

c | she leaves wash alone for like ten minutes and this happens [ closed ]

[ at first it's just the this feels like the moi sensation that has her thinking that the man down the hall, a leash around an uncooperative cat, is someone she knows. surely, surely, wash isn't here and trying to walk a cat. but then he talks to the cat and oh god, it is him. on one hand, it isn't entirely out of the question that if she were dragged here, he would be too - they'd been fighting together back on chorus, along with the local armies - but on the other: really? ]

Washington. [ it's the explain command tone, coming from behind him, carolina's arms folded across her chest. it's not meant to question his presence here, just the cat. ]

d | fun police wildcard

[ maybe you're running in a potentially dangerous public area. maybe you're messing up a store's front display. maybe you're just being loud outside her room when she's trying to sleep and it's really getting to her. regardless of circumstance, you're suddenly getting a hand on your shoulder or a glare-down by a scary-looking redhead. ]

You need to stop.

[ or! if you're lucky, carolina's just lecturing someone else. hopefully she doesn't make that one npc cry in front of you. could be awkward. ]

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Always am.

[ anything with eye contact before now has only gotten a neutral expression from carolina, but now she's actually got a bit of a grin for him. she was only using the mats to stretch before heading over to the punching bags but this seems so much more appealing, so she just finishes stretching out her back, one arm raised and bent back over her head before dropping her shoulders to roll them. ]

What's your background?

[ Jim eases a bit when she grins. Not that he's the kind to get particularly intimidated, but it's pretty nice to know his approach isn't unwelcome. Even if he's pretty much offering himself up to get beat up.

Toeing off his sneakers, he steps onto the mat, lips twitching a little in amusement as he answers her question. ]

Bar fights.

[ Well, not just, which she'll likely be able to tell as soon as they start. But he's sure that she wouldn't be familiar with Starfleet if he mentioned it anyway, so. ]

[ she doesn't bother to fight the way that her expression just looks a little more... almost delighted for a moment there. the more unconventional the fighting background, the more fun it'll be for her anyway. she really likes a challenge.

taking a few steps into the centre of the mat, carolina adopts a ready position- legs slightly spread, her hands in fists and up, but more to either side than in front of her, as if she's used to fighting in bulky armour and having that extra space between her arms and her torso. ]

Alright, Bar Fights, let's see what you've got.

[ Jim is ever so glad to please. And while it'll be obvious he does have some training when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he's always enjoyed throwing a bit of unpredictability into the mix. Not like his opponents are gonna fight clean when they're off a training mat.

That said, she will likely wipe the floor with him. He won't mind that much, though.

Pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows, he slips into a neutral stance of his own, more relaxed at first but still alert. Since she seems more interested in seeing what his moves are first, he tries for a basic approach, an initial strike with his forearm just to see what her reaction will be. ]

[ it's an easy block for carolina, one of her own arms coming up to stop his as she rocks her weight back on one heel. a few easy hits to figure out pacing seems like a good idea, so once she has him blocked, she'll aim a relatively gentle (for her, at least) punch to his side.

as much as she'd hate to admit it, it's been a while since she last sparred just for the hell of it- most of her fighting is real or else she's just putting someone through training paces, entirely unforgiving because she knows their enemy won't be. so it may take a few hits for her to figure out how to be nice about this without being a pushover. ]

[ Jim expected no less, from having seen her around, and he's already alert for her next blow, even if he can't quite react fast enough to either dodge it or block her fist before it gets into contact with his side. It's not too hard a blow, but it's not careful either, and Jim's somewhat surprised at the way it squeezes a huffed breath out of him.

He grins, though, apparently pleased by the force behind the blow. One hand comes down to grip her forearm, while the other arm pulls back and he aims his knuckles at her upper arm, just below her shoulder, trying to impact and loosen the muscles, and lessen the force behind her own strikes. ]

[ that catches her off guard enough that his fist connects right where he means it to and carolina is impressed enough that she doesn't bother tempering her response. she steps back on the side of the arm he's holding, tugging it from his grip as her other leg swings out, at a good angle to catch him in the back of the shins if he's not careful. there's not the impact there that would be in armour, when that's something she could knock someone on their ass with, but unless he dodges it, it might get him off balance. ]

[ The kick is not only quick and well-aimed, it's also strong, which at this point doesn't exactly surprise him. It still catches him off-guard, though, and he lets out a gasp as he loses his balance, knees folding and only barely managing to stop himself from falling by moving one foot forward, then another, wobbling a little until he hops to a decent standing position again. ]

Got moves. I like that. [ And at least sparring is a vast improvement from picking fights with random strangers on bars, right? Right.

Moving closer again, he tries for a lower blow aimed to the side of her waist, trying to use his shoulder to shield himself from some moves she might try to pull to deflect his approach. ]

[ it's the moment of smugness that comes with his commentary that slows carolina just enough that she can't do anything to counter his next attack, so she takes the blow as gracefully as she can, rocking back on one foot to absorb some of the impact and give her a second to breathe.

but it's only a second, of course. then she presses forward to swing for his jaw this time, her fist coming wide from the side he isn't guarding with his shoulder. ]

[ Okay so, that's unexpected. He hadn't said that with the intent to slow her down or distract her, but he's not about to complain that it gives him an opening. Or he wasn't, but then she goes and responds to that blow with a very well-aimed fist to the side of his face, and Jim doesn't even have time to breathe before the contact, letting out a cry when her knuckles smack into his jaw. ]

Ow— shit! [ He groans while cupping his jaw, taking a few good steps away from her. Just in case. But he's also grinning wide so it really is arguable whether or not he liked getting punched in the face. ] That's a low blow.

[ she takes a step back herself, light on her feet despite what's obviously a soldier's build as she keeps in a ready pose. and she's... grinning now, a decidedly pleased light in her green eyes. ]

I thought you liked bar fights.

[ Well, good. He'd hate it if only one of them was having fun with Jim getting beat up. Because that's definitely what's happening, let's be real. ]

Touché. [ And though it hurts a bit, it's not like she's broken or dislodged anything. Besides, Jim's never been the kind to shy away from pain.

Since she's going that route, then he'll respond in kind, aiming a punch to the nook of her shoulder. Though it's not his aim to really hurt her, he's also not going to shy away from whatever amount of force because she's a woman. She's clearly more than capable of defending herself, and then some. ]

[ figuring it fair to let him get a hit or two in, carolina lets her body rock back to absorb the impact of his punch. back on one foot, forward on the other to aim a punch at his bicep. it's been a long time since she sparred out of her armour and without that thousand pounds of equipment, she feels lighter but slower. she has to remember how to accommodate that, how to be as quick as she wants to be without relying on the suit.

a friendly spar is helping her gauge and recalibrate herself. she appreciates it for more than the company and will be more than happy to trade blows with him a while longer, not aiming for his face again, but certainly not going easy on him. ]

[ He has a feeling she's just letting him get a few punches in, but honestly he doesn't have an ego so sensitive that he takes it to heart. It's not like it's some competition, after all, and they're just sparring for a bit of fun —at least he is. If she happens to be faster, stronger or more skilled than he is, he'll just count his blessings that they're not in a serious fight.

Though landing seemingly light blows, Jim's sure that he's going to be a little sore and a couple of bruises might bloom on his skin later on. Not that it bothers him at all, but after a while he switches things up a little and tries to grip her arm, the palm of his other hand pressing to her elbow as he moves his leg in a low sweeping move, in an attempt to trip her up and land her on the sparring mat. ]

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