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voidtreckerexpress2020-07-28 12:59 pm
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Who: Sonya Blade (gentle nudge Cassie Cage) and you
Where: Kitchen carriage, garden, training gym
When: Grasshopper days 25-30
What: Her daughter's birthday/ dealing with insomnia/ PT
Warnings: mentions of character death and ptsd
Kitchen Carriage:
The name of the months in this place made no sense; fiddlesticks..Grasshopper. Of course, Sonya knew not all worlds kept the same record of time as Earthrealm, but being stuck on a train like this, it wasn't like she had anything as a reference. All she had to go by was the month of when she arrived in this place.
That was why she was in kitchen carriage, keeping an eye on the oven timer, while mixing a batch of cream cheese icing. Cassie's birthday was July 30th, and while she knew she might be off by a week or so, there was almost-no..she couldn't call it an obligation. Baking was a skill she kept hidden from most, but if she was ever lucky enough to spend a birthday with her, she would bake Cass a birthday cake. Of course, it wasn't exactly like it would've been if they were home; a deep tray instead of a cake pan, and lacking any food coloring, she couldn't make the red velvet cake that was her favorite.
The icing was cooling in the walk-in, while she kept an eye on the timer. Still sore from therapy and being on her feet, she was forced to wait it out in her wheelchair, going through a book on piano instructions.
Garden (timed for late at night):
Thirty years in the military, five of those spent in actual warfare, Sonya was well acquainted with nightmares and insomnia, even without the counselor's diagnosis. Some nights were better than others of course; some she was blessedly too tired to dream, while other nights, sleep either wouldn't come, or it would, and the nightmares so vivid. She told everyone she kept a cot in her office because it was easier than driving home, but it wasn't entirely a lie either. She had no such luxury in this place.
Not for the first time since arriving here, she woke up gasping from a nightmare, only just managing to not scream outloud. The dream sent her back to Quan Chi's fortress, back to seeing Johnny choking on his own blood, Jax who wasn't Jax..and she being unable to fight back.
Fifteen minutes later would find her in the rock garden carriage, a blanket thrown over her bedclothes because she was too out of her head to change into something else. She couldn't even bother using her wheelchair, the steady ache in her legs almost welcomed compared to what was going on in her head.
Inwardly, Sonya hoped the ruckus didn't wake anyone up, but given her luck, it was unlikely.
Training gym;
Slowly, she was getting on her feet. While her shoulders and ribs had recovered enough for her to do basic upper body exercises, her lower body was still in recovery; just walking on her own was training enough.
She needed to do more though. At her age, she didn't rebound as fast as she would've liked, but that was no excuse for her to be lazy about things either. Whatever knots, aches, or stiffness that came with combat and age would only get worse if she allowed herself to settle-and no one, least of all herself, could afford to settle.
Admittedly, for the present moment, she was taking it easy-for her anyway. She'd gotten into yoga when she was pregnant with Cassie, and though it was by no means a habit anymore, the stretching and muscle coordination was just the warm-up she needed.
Where: Kitchen carriage, garden, training gym
When: Grasshopper days 25-30
What: Her daughter's birthday/ dealing with insomnia/ PT
Warnings: mentions of character death and ptsd
Kitchen Carriage:
The name of the months in this place made no sense; fiddlesticks..Grasshopper. Of course, Sonya knew not all worlds kept the same record of time as Earthrealm, but being stuck on a train like this, it wasn't like she had anything as a reference. All she had to go by was the month of when she arrived in this place.
That was why she was in kitchen carriage, keeping an eye on the oven timer, while mixing a batch of cream cheese icing. Cassie's birthday was July 30th, and while she knew she might be off by a week or so, there was almost-no..she couldn't call it an obligation. Baking was a skill she kept hidden from most, but if she was ever lucky enough to spend a birthday with her, she would bake Cass a birthday cake. Of course, it wasn't exactly like it would've been if they were home; a deep tray instead of a cake pan, and lacking any food coloring, she couldn't make the red velvet cake that was her favorite.
The icing was cooling in the walk-in, while she kept an eye on the timer. Still sore from therapy and being on her feet, she was forced to wait it out in her wheelchair, going through a book on piano instructions.
Garden (timed for late at night):
Thirty years in the military, five of those spent in actual warfare, Sonya was well acquainted with nightmares and insomnia, even without the counselor's diagnosis. Some nights were better than others of course; some she was blessedly too tired to dream, while other nights, sleep either wouldn't come, or it would, and the nightmares so vivid. She told everyone she kept a cot in her office because it was easier than driving home, but it wasn't entirely a lie either. She had no such luxury in this place.
Not for the first time since arriving here, she woke up gasping from a nightmare, only just managing to not scream outloud. The dream sent her back to Quan Chi's fortress, back to seeing Johnny choking on his own blood, Jax who wasn't Jax..and she being unable to fight back.
Fifteen minutes later would find her in the rock garden carriage, a blanket thrown over her bedclothes because she was too out of her head to change into something else. She couldn't even bother using her wheelchair, the steady ache in her legs almost welcomed compared to what was going on in her head.
Inwardly, Sonya hoped the ruckus didn't wake anyone up, but given her luck, it was unlikely.
Training gym;
Slowly, she was getting on her feet. While her shoulders and ribs had recovered enough for her to do basic upper body exercises, her lower body was still in recovery; just walking on her own was training enough.
She needed to do more though. At her age, she didn't rebound as fast as she would've liked, but that was no excuse for her to be lazy about things either. Whatever knots, aches, or stiffness that came with combat and age would only get worse if she allowed herself to settle-and no one, least of all herself, could afford to settle.
Admittedly, for the present moment, she was taking it easy-for her anyway. She'd gotten into yoga when she was pregnant with Cassie, and though it was by no means a habit anymore, the stretching and muscle coordination was just the warm-up she needed.