014 Bushels ❦ [Action for Mahogany]

[buckyouup]

[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.]

Comments

[foolishwren]

C'mon.

The weirdly-fit grandmas won't care that you look like a hobo.

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[sitdownbecider]

What's that supposed to--

[She looks down at her clothes. Oh. Yeah. Maybe she should do something about that.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[YEAH. MAYBE.]

[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.]</sub>

Much better than working out in some cold alley, right?

[sitdownbecider]

It ain't quite as private, but I reckon it's pretty nice.

[foolishwren]

Yeah, there is that.

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.]}

[sitdownbecider]

I suppose.

[She eyes the treadmill wearily. Well... she should probably just... drag herself over to that and get back to work.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Heather watches. She's FULLY aware that Applejack is practically dead on her feet. But she's also pretty sure that trying to talk sense into her isn't gonna work.]

[So if AJ tries to get on one of the treadmills, Heather won't stop her. Instead, she goes and hops onto one herself.]</sub>

Hey.

Watch this.

_{[She sets it to the highest speed.]}

[sitdownbecider]

Careful now! You'll hurt yourself!

[foolishwren]

Pfft. Watch the master and learn.

<sub>[... 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.]</sub>

YEAH, haha! WOO!

[buckyouup]

[Yeeeeah. That whole "you're going to hurt yourself" thing still stands. Just going to watch you with a confused look.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Aw AJ, she's trying to cheer you up!]

[She grins big.]</sub>

Dare me to actually try running on it?

[buckyouup]

I ain't sure I'm in any condition t'drag you to the hospital.

[foolishwren]

Oh, PFFT.

Like that'd even be necessary.

<sub>[SHE'S GONNA DO IT.]

[--SHE'S DOING IT!]

[SHE'S RUNNING!]

[SHE'S KEEPING UP-- NO SHE'S NOT.]

[thud.]</sub>

Ow.

[buckyouup]

[AJ stumbles forward to try and help Heather up.]

Told y'so.

[foolishwren]

_{[She waves AJ off officiously as she clambers upright, apparently not all THAT hurt from her spill.]}

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?

[buckyouup]

I suppose so.

[The second question. Not the first. You looked pretty crazy doing that.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Grin returning, she stands upright and brushes off her legs.]}

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?]}

[buckyouup]

Alright, alright. You've convinced me.

[foolishwren]

Good.

<sub>[At least she's good for SOMETHING.]

[She hops up onto one of the stationary bikes without another word.]</sub>

[buckyouup]

[AJ will just go ahead and lean against this wall. It's so nice and supportive. This is the best workout yep.]

Just be careful on that thing. I don't feel like gettin' kicked out before I get t'use anythin'.

[foolishwren]

Well you'd better hurry up and use something then, 'cuz I make no promises!

_{[... 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]}

[buckyouup]

[AJ has long learned that you should never underestimate Heather's ability to hurt herself doing something stupid reckless.]

...Maybe I'll get on in a little bit.

[foolishwren]

... Y'know, if you're too tired, maybe you should get some sleep.

[buckyouup]

Sleep? Me? It's too early.

[She has no idea what time it is.]

[foolishwren]

_{[At that, Heather looks over her shoulder at AJ, oddly.]}

... Applejack, it's past midnight.

_{[The only reason places like this even stay open this late is because Pokemon trainers are nuts and Pryce believes in having training and workout facilities available at all times.]}