Post by Danica Tem'Naka on Nov 3, 2020 13:42:06 GMT -4
The midterm exams were tough, but she felt like she was doing good in her classes, though she was still a bit frustrated with her quirk, it seemed to tax her stamina heavily but she seemed to have plateaued, not able to get an extra use from her quirk because she lacked the stamina, but she struggled to build up her stamina properly, even with the tips and tricks she knew and the help from her bosses, it felt like a completely uphill battle that left her quite tried.
Danica sat at the reception desk of ~the gym~, Hanako and G had left for dinner a while back and would likely be back within the hour she reminded herself as she traced the button on the desk phone. She knew her shift was nearly at its end and she already had plans to use the equipment before heading back to the dorms, she couldn’t get better if she didn’t keep pushing and she knew it. Her green eyes wandered from the front door back to the phone and then to the pad of paper with a few names and numbers on it, there was only a few people left in the gym around 6 pm, it seemed like there was always a lull around the time the receptionist hours were over. Which was ideal for Danica but not so much for her favorite bosses. Her lessons with G seemed to be helping her a little bit more physically and she was confident that she was a better version of herself compared to this time last year. Her mind moved softly from her own progress to some of her friends that seemed to have improved in such vast amounts and how little her progress seemed in the light of the others she knew. Some had even found other uses for their quirks that they couldn’t even imagine before this year. It was hard not to compare herself to other people, after all it was a competitive field, and despite the steadily rising rate of crime it seemed that there was only so much hero work out there for others.
Danica’s internal focus shifted outwards to the clock that sat at the bottom of the screen in front of her, it was after six now, and she was free to head into the gym. With her eyes slowly closing she took a deep breath and slowly let out the exhale, her eyes fluttering open again she started to pack up her books and notes she was still trying to commit to memory. Snugging the strap of her bookbag she pulled it up to her shoulder and then moved down to pick up her gym bag, it was a mid sized black duffle bag with some clearly resewn patches with mismatched coloured threads and materials that Danica just happened to have at the time to patch the holes. Lastly, she pulled the sign in and out book and placed it on the upper part of the desk for people just entering to use, as well as the pen that was chained to the binder. She quickly spun the book back around to face herself, sign her name and the time in and then spin it back to face the doors; now she was free to go about her day.
With both bags secured on her shoulder she started to move through the lobby and down the hall to the main gym area with all the equipment, she took a look about, there was someone using the leg press with a spotter and a woman riding on one of the stationary bike. They were regulars and Danica knew she didn’t need to worry about them, she contemplated using the equipment but she hadn’t much luck feeling like she had made any progress into her training with them. The thought pushed itself into the front of her mind, as she looked towards the stairs. Maybe she had hit her peek, but she knew she still needed to try to get better or else she would never really know. ~no she quickly thought, she couldn’t let that type of thought eat away at her mentality she needed to take her mind off it, she needed to have fun. To do something she enjoyed just because she enjoyed it and not because she was trying to get better.
Her body seemed to move towards the stairs without much prodding as she followed her feet up the stairs to the second floor where there was some private rooms, they were easy to sign out, and could be used for things like yoga or combat training. Most of the time this was where g was when she needed to talk to him, but tonight was a little different. The second floor seemed rather silent except for the sound of a whirling gear and the smallest click that would echo out from one of the middle rooms. It peeked Danica’s interest as she listened to the sound, was it a animal or something she couldn’t help but wonder. But as she approached, she quickly found the source of the sound. A ball machine, used to fire tennis balls across the court had been left on, and it was out of balls which was why it was clicking. There was a few rackets sitting on the wall holders, Danica smiled softly brushing her bangs from her face. ~how long had it been since she played tennis ~ she found herself wondering.
With a small nod she placed her bags on the ground beside the bench at the door and walked out to flip the switch off, tennis balls laid scattered in multitude and she had a feeling that someone had picked them all up and placed them into the machine and thought they turned it off before leaving. And in their absence, it seemed the machine had tossed them all. Slowly Danica wandered the court picking up the balls and placing them into the basket on the top of the machine. Once they were all picked up she moved towards her bag near the door, content with leaving but something stopped her. As she moved past the rackets, she felt the urge to play. It had been so long ago, and she was so much younger back then. ~ do i still have what it takes to play~ she considered before determining that there was only one way to find out.
Danica pulled the racket from the wall and pushed her bags to the wall with her foot before walking by the machine and flicked the switch up and on. She took her position opposite of the launcher with her racket held in both her hands, her form was sloppy and undisciplined, but she was ready it was game on.
The first ball launched towards her directly and she side stepped and brought the racket in behind her back knocking it back across the court. It seemed almost effortless, like her reflexes were still good, no doubt it came from constant practice of her quirk. The next click sounded and the ball launched across the court making her run long for it, it bounced once and she swung sending the ball across the court out of bounds. “damn” she muttered under breath taking position again her ears straining to hear the sound of the launcher click.
Danica sat at the reception desk of ~the gym~, Hanako and G had left for dinner a while back and would likely be back within the hour she reminded herself as she traced the button on the desk phone. She knew her shift was nearly at its end and she already had plans to use the equipment before heading back to the dorms, she couldn’t get better if she didn’t keep pushing and she knew it. Her green eyes wandered from the front door back to the phone and then to the pad of paper with a few names and numbers on it, there was only a few people left in the gym around 6 pm, it seemed like there was always a lull around the time the receptionist hours were over. Which was ideal for Danica but not so much for her favorite bosses. Her lessons with G seemed to be helping her a little bit more physically and she was confident that she was a better version of herself compared to this time last year. Her mind moved softly from her own progress to some of her friends that seemed to have improved in such vast amounts and how little her progress seemed in the light of the others she knew. Some had even found other uses for their quirks that they couldn’t even imagine before this year. It was hard not to compare herself to other people, after all it was a competitive field, and despite the steadily rising rate of crime it seemed that there was only so much hero work out there for others.
Danica’s internal focus shifted outwards to the clock that sat at the bottom of the screen in front of her, it was after six now, and she was free to head into the gym. With her eyes slowly closing she took a deep breath and slowly let out the exhale, her eyes fluttering open again she started to pack up her books and notes she was still trying to commit to memory. Snugging the strap of her bookbag she pulled it up to her shoulder and then moved down to pick up her gym bag, it was a mid sized black duffle bag with some clearly resewn patches with mismatched coloured threads and materials that Danica just happened to have at the time to patch the holes. Lastly, she pulled the sign in and out book and placed it on the upper part of the desk for people just entering to use, as well as the pen that was chained to the binder. She quickly spun the book back around to face herself, sign her name and the time in and then spin it back to face the doors; now she was free to go about her day.
With both bags secured on her shoulder she started to move through the lobby and down the hall to the main gym area with all the equipment, she took a look about, there was someone using the leg press with a spotter and a woman riding on one of the stationary bike. They were regulars and Danica knew she didn’t need to worry about them, she contemplated using the equipment but she hadn’t much luck feeling like she had made any progress into her training with them. The thought pushed itself into the front of her mind, as she looked towards the stairs. Maybe she had hit her peek, but she knew she still needed to try to get better or else she would never really know. ~no she quickly thought, she couldn’t let that type of thought eat away at her mentality she needed to take her mind off it, she needed to have fun. To do something she enjoyed just because she enjoyed it and not because she was trying to get better.
Her body seemed to move towards the stairs without much prodding as she followed her feet up the stairs to the second floor where there was some private rooms, they were easy to sign out, and could be used for things like yoga or combat training. Most of the time this was where g was when she needed to talk to him, but tonight was a little different. The second floor seemed rather silent except for the sound of a whirling gear and the smallest click that would echo out from one of the middle rooms. It peeked Danica’s interest as she listened to the sound, was it a animal or something she couldn’t help but wonder. But as she approached, she quickly found the source of the sound. A ball machine, used to fire tennis balls across the court had been left on, and it was out of balls which was why it was clicking. There was a few rackets sitting on the wall holders, Danica smiled softly brushing her bangs from her face. ~how long had it been since she played tennis ~ she found herself wondering.
With a small nod she placed her bags on the ground beside the bench at the door and walked out to flip the switch off, tennis balls laid scattered in multitude and she had a feeling that someone had picked them all up and placed them into the machine and thought they turned it off before leaving. And in their absence, it seemed the machine had tossed them all. Slowly Danica wandered the court picking up the balls and placing them into the basket on the top of the machine. Once they were all picked up she moved towards her bag near the door, content with leaving but something stopped her. As she moved past the rackets, she felt the urge to play. It had been so long ago, and she was so much younger back then. ~ do i still have what it takes to play~ she considered before determining that there was only one way to find out.
Danica pulled the racket from the wall and pushed her bags to the wall with her foot before walking by the machine and flicked the switch up and on. She took her position opposite of the launcher with her racket held in both her hands, her form was sloppy and undisciplined, but she was ready it was game on.
The first ball launched towards her directly and she side stepped and brought the racket in behind her back knocking it back across the court. It seemed almost effortless, like her reflexes were still good, no doubt it came from constant practice of her quirk. The next click sounded and the ball launched across the court making her run long for it, it bounced once and she swung sending the ball across the court out of bounds. “damn” she muttered under breath taking position again her ears straining to hear the sound of the launcher click.
