014 Bushels ❦ [Action for Mahogany]
[Applejack has been quiet for the last few days. Hardly in the mood to talk, the southerner has been taking advantage of the warmer weather to get in some training. Never wanting to sit still, she takes every opportunity to run or fight or do something, but outside of her pokemon, she insists on being alone. She has to keep herself busy. So she doesn't think. So she isn't reminded.
One year. One whole year. And that's just the time she remembers. That's not counting the time she's been here before. She hasn't seen her family, her home, her orchard, in a year. She knows that time works strange here, that for her, time isn't moving back home, but that doesn't quite translate to her emotions. To her, she's spent a whole year of her life chasing strange animals while her family and her farm is without her. Stuck in some strange land, located who knows how far away from home. If she was never brought here, what would she have experienced at home? Would this year's haul be a good one? Did Apple Bloom get her cutie mark? She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think at all.
If you happen to be wandering in a secluded part of town, you may notice Applejack training. She may be running laps, or doing sit-ups, or training her pokemon, but one thing is instantly noticeable: she looks like shit. Her clothes are torn and her body is dirty and covered in scrapes and bruises. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She doesn't want to. She dreams of home.]
One year. One whole year. And that's just the time she remembers. That's not counting the time she's been here before. She hasn't seen her family, her home, her orchard, in a year. She knows that time works strange here, that for her, time isn't moving back home, but that doesn't quite translate to her emotions. To her, she's spent a whole year of her life chasing strange animals while her family and her farm is without her. Stuck in some strange land, located who knows how far away from home. If she was never brought here, what would she have experienced at home? Would this year's haul be a good one? Did Apple Bloom get her cutie mark? She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think at all.
If you happen to be wandering in a secluded part of town, you may notice Applejack training. She may be running laps, or doing sit-ups, or training her pokemon, but one thing is instantly noticeable: she looks like shit. Her clothes are torn and her body is dirty and covered in scrapes and bruises. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She doesn't want to. She dreams of home.]
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Some nights you just need to beat the hell out of something that isn't gonna hit back, and a legally-provided punching bag is a healthier alternative than some of the other stuff I've tried that on.
[Like a brick wall. Her knuckles still have the scars.]
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Now that's an idea I can get behind.
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The weirdly-fit grandmas won't care that you look like a hobo.
[Seriously AJ you need a shower and sleep BUT HEATHER WILL HUMOR YOU FOR NOW.]
[She troops right on inside. The place is more or less completely dead aside from some night staff and an office Meowth asleep by the potted plant in the lobby.]
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[She looks down at her clothes. Oh. Yeah. Maybe she should do something about that.]
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[But who gives a crap when you're working out. Heather just heads right into the gym area. It's no dojo but there's some weights and stationary bikes and the like.]
Much better than working out in some cold alley, right?
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But hey, at this time of night, it might as well be.
[There's a couple of insomniacs on the treadmills watching their little embedded TV screens and minding their own business, but other than that, the place is empty.]
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[She eyes the treadmill wearily. Well... she should probably just... drag herself over to that and get back to work.]
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[So if AJ tries to get on one of the treadmills, Heather won't stop her. Instead, she goes and hops onto one herself.]
Hey.
Watch this.
[She sets it to the highest speed.]
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[... Yeah this will end well.]
[She clamps both hands down on the rails and then moves her feet onto the track. ... Or, well, a couple inches above the track. She proceeds to pump her legs as if she's actually running as it whizzes underneath her.]
YEAH, haha! WOO!
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[She grins big.]
Dare me to actually try running on it?
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Like that'd even be necessary.
[SHE'S GONNA DO IT.]
[--SHE'S DOING IT!]
[SHE'S RUNNING!]
[SHE'S KEEPING UP-- NO SHE'S NOT.]
[thud.]
Ow.
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Told y'so.
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All right, all right, keep your hat on. Still, must've looked pretty cool, huh?
[No Heather it looked ridiculous.]
SO! We can agree on the fact that it's better than training in an alley, right?
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[The second question. Not the first. You looked pretty crazy doing that.]
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SO.
What do you say?
Work out here?
[And tire yourself out in a controlled environment so that you can then presumably be coaxed into getting some sleep?]
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[At least she's good for SOMETHING.]
[She hops up onto one of the stationary bikes without another word.]
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Just be careful on that thing. I don't feel like gettin' kicked out before I get t'use anythin'.
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[... Not that she's keen on getting kicked out or anything, and she's also pretty sure there's virtually no way to hurt herself on one of these, but. :I]
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stupidreckless.]...Maybe I'll get on in a little bit.
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