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Post by Helen Thrace on Nov 2, 2012 11:41:22 GMT -6
Starbuck was wailing on a punching back with so much force the chain bolted into the ceiling seemed to shake as if it might come undone. Some bloody stupid people from the department had given her mother yet another medal for something, her valor. It was shit. She was dead! Five years had passed. She didn’t deserve a bloody medal, or anything for that matter!
Starbuck fumed as her fists hit the bag over and over again. It was late. Most everyone had gone home. The training room was completely empty. Starbuck yelled in frustration as she hit the bag again and then held onto it with both arms, smashing her face against the soft leather as tears began to roll down her cheeks, the soft sounds of her cries were the only thing that broke the silence. She would never cry in front of anyone. In fact no one had ever seen Starbuck cry.
((ooc: Anyone?))
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Post by Billie Fry on Nov 2, 2012 15:41:55 GMT -6
Billie walked down the quiet corridor, loosening her scarf slightly. She'd gone home about an hour ago, but had left her phone in her locker and wanted to quickly grab it before going out for dinner and drinks. Not expecting anyone else to be around, she quickly unlocked the door to the training room and slipped in silently. Someone left the light on, Billie figured, before she was suddenly taken aback by the sight of Starbuck crying -- no, that couldn't be right. Even thinking it didn't feel right. Surely she was working so hard even her eyeballs were sweating, right?
Billie tried to sneak away before the woman could see her, but tripped over a loose rope and knocked over a stack of boxes. Utterly horrified, she froze in place. "OhmyGodIleftmyphonehereI'msosorry!" were the first jumbled words that managed to make it out of her mouth.
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Post by Helen Thrace on Nov 19, 2012 12:43:26 GMT -6
Starbuck unceremoniously wiped the back of her hand across her face as if she were wiping off sweat. She turned on the girl, her brown eyes narrowed into a harsh glare. “Then go get your phone and stop standing there like a fucking idiot Fry,” the way she said her name made it sound like an insult. “And clean up that mess,” she pointed to the boxes now strewn around her before turning back to the punch bag like nothing had happened.
She wiped her brow again before forcibly hitting the bag again and again hoping Billie would just go away. She cursed at herself silently because she knew Billie must have seen her crying. Helen Thrace did NOT cry. She was fucked if anyone knew she actually had ‘feelings,’ especially in regards to her mother.
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Post by Billie Fry on Nov 19, 2012 20:39:55 GMT -6
Getting told off by her hero felt like a punch in the gut. Billie bent down, pushed her hair out of her eyes and silently picked up the boxes. She walked to the locker room, which was only about ten feet away, but felt like miles as she steadily avoided Starbuck's glare. Billie bit her lip and grabbed her phone from her locker. She was stressed out, angry and sleep-deprived. She was constantly afraid that she wasn't living up to the expectations she set for herself and frustrated by the antics of her fellow trainees, who didn't seem to take training as seriously as she did.
She walked briskly toward the door, held it open and looked back for a second. She had to hold herself back from attempting to offer comfort or sympathy, which she was pretty sure would only make the situation worse. "Look. I didn't do anything wrong. And... I won't say anything to the others. You're human. Big fucking deal. You probably don't care what I think, but I still respect you a hell of a lot more than I do anyone else."
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Post by Helen Thrace on Nov 27, 2012 17:54:08 GMT -6
Starbuck smirked, and stopped punching the bag. She turned toward the girl, “Firstly, you should always assume that you’ve done something wrong, even when you haven’t, you’re a nugget. Nuggets are always wrong.” She motioned for Billie to come here.
Then offered up her extra set of gloves. Starbuck preferred wrapping her hands as opposed to wearing gloves, but when actually fighting someone else gloves made both your hands and their face hurt a little less… well maybe not their face but it was a help to the person wearing them anyways. “Are you busy or do you actually want to learn something, unlike in those puff piece classes Lewis is teaching nowadays,” she asked, her voice still a little harsher than she would have liked. “No offence to the guys, he’s smitten I guess,” she added gruffly.
Starbuck wasn’t the most tactful person alive, some found her rude and offensive on principle, but she was the rawest, truest, most genuine version of herself unlike most of the other Aurors who were hiding their true natures away behind glass walls and scars. The only thing most everyone didn’t know about her was that she bloody well HATED her mum. Hate was probably a strong word, and she didn’t really hate her mum, she hated what her mum did to her. As messed up as it might sound Starbuck would always love her mum, but she disliked that the memory of her mother was only half of what everyone saw. They saw the strong, ambitious Auror, never the abusive parent. No one knew what Constance Thrace did to her kid when she came home at night. Maybe that’s why she felt justified in hitting others if they threw the first punch, or maybe it was just instinct. If anything her mother taught her that pain was a part of life, and you just had to endure it.
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Post by Billie Fry on Dec 3, 2012 11:02:08 GMT -6
(ooc: Okay, so I changed Billie back to Antonia Thomas! Indecision, thy name is Lia.)
"Wait, seriously?" Billie asked with a stunned look as she accepted the boxing gloves. She wasn't exactly expecting a one-on-one training session, but she wasn't about to turn it down, either. Billie shoved her hands into the gloves and sent a test punch towards the bag, just to get a feel for it. Either Starbuck truly cared about Billie's training after all, or was looking for an excuse to kick her ass with no witnesses. And honestly? Billie was willing to take that risk.
"Are you joking about Lewis, or do you actually think he's changed?" she asked curiously while kicking her coat and bags to the side of the room with one foot. Billie was a proudly emotional person who loved love, and she hated feeling like the other Aurors would judge her for being weak when she knew she wasn't.
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