Faith Eliza Cord
Four Thousand Club
(dude you didn't even post for Kyle and Legend, you put Sheena instead of Katarina, lol...how weird, I have a Sheena, a Katarina, and an Angelina.)
Katarina is disappointed when Steven pulls away from her, and then when he further withdraws by refusing to teach her, she looks down, breathing in slowly as she tries to process this continued disappointment before he will see or Chris will sense it. It seems to her that he really doesn't want to help her at all, that he just wants to tell her one thing to do that will make her back off of him and leave him alone. Weights...what will WEIGHTS do to help her? Yeah, they're heavy, but weights have nothing to do with punching and hitting.
He thinks she's weak. He thinks she's weak and it's not worth even teaching her. He wants to leave the room and get away from her...that was what it was. He was probably right. She was weak...but...
But the more she was convinced of this, the more the first spark of anger stirred within her. If she was weak, it was time to change. If he didn't like her, she would MAKE him notice her. She would make him change his mind.
Without another word Katarina walked over to the punching bag and hit it, the punch tentative, and then, pausing, she hit it again. She has no idea of how to properly do so, has no form or technique, but she likes the hitting, likes the impact against her knuckles. She likes the pain, that people cannot look at her and call this self-injury. It only takes a few moments before she is whaling on the back, her technique sloppy and incorrect, but it improves slightly as she instinctively attempts to better the impact. Her knuckles sting, and she is beginning to breathe rapidly, but she focuses on the bag.
Thinking about Alice. Thinking about her mother's hand, wrapped around Alice's arm. Thinking about their father, bellowing in her face, his meaty fist reaching out. She pictures this and shoves her elbows into the bag as well, working herself up. She tries to lift her feet to kick as well but the weights considerably hinder this.
When she finishes up she is panting, sore, her knuckles skinned and throbbing, and she feels raw, as though someone touching her will hurt more than just muscles or skin. She leaves the room without saying anything to either Chris or Xander and slips upstairs, lying down on her back on the bed.
That's exactly what she wants to do to her mom and dad, when she goes for them. She doesn't care what Steven says. This time she will.
**
Girl?
For a moment Julian panicked, thinking that somehow Liselle and Lionel had seen Madison too in the park. Was Liselle just trying to make him admit it? She must know Madison...she MUST be her friend...
But then he realized what she meant- Jillian. Jillian was the "girl" Lionel was familiar with. The relief was almost enough for him to laugh, though he inched away from Liselle on the couch, not wanting her any closer in the moment than she made necessary.
"She's...he's...that's J-Jillian," he mumbled. "He's a boy...have you...have you s-seen him? D-do you know...when he g-gets off...I was supposed to m-meet him and I d-don't remember where."
Katarina is disappointed when Steven pulls away from her, and then when he further withdraws by refusing to teach her, she looks down, breathing in slowly as she tries to process this continued disappointment before he will see or Chris will sense it. It seems to her that he really doesn't want to help her at all, that he just wants to tell her one thing to do that will make her back off of him and leave him alone. Weights...what will WEIGHTS do to help her? Yeah, they're heavy, but weights have nothing to do with punching and hitting.
He thinks she's weak. He thinks she's weak and it's not worth even teaching her. He wants to leave the room and get away from her...that was what it was. He was probably right. She was weak...but...
But the more she was convinced of this, the more the first spark of anger stirred within her. If she was weak, it was time to change. If he didn't like her, she would MAKE him notice her. She would make him change his mind.
Without another word Katarina walked over to the punching bag and hit it, the punch tentative, and then, pausing, she hit it again. She has no idea of how to properly do so, has no form or technique, but she likes the hitting, likes the impact against her knuckles. She likes the pain, that people cannot look at her and call this self-injury. It only takes a few moments before she is whaling on the back, her technique sloppy and incorrect, but it improves slightly as she instinctively attempts to better the impact. Her knuckles sting, and she is beginning to breathe rapidly, but she focuses on the bag.
Thinking about Alice. Thinking about her mother's hand, wrapped around Alice's arm. Thinking about their father, bellowing in her face, his meaty fist reaching out. She pictures this and shoves her elbows into the bag as well, working herself up. She tries to lift her feet to kick as well but the weights considerably hinder this.
When she finishes up she is panting, sore, her knuckles skinned and throbbing, and she feels raw, as though someone touching her will hurt more than just muscles or skin. She leaves the room without saying anything to either Chris or Xander and slips upstairs, lying down on her back on the bed.
That's exactly what she wants to do to her mom and dad, when she goes for them. She doesn't care what Steven says. This time she will.
**
Girl?
For a moment Julian panicked, thinking that somehow Liselle and Lionel had seen Madison too in the park. Was Liselle just trying to make him admit it? She must know Madison...she MUST be her friend...
But then he realized what she meant- Jillian. Jillian was the "girl" Lionel was familiar with. The relief was almost enough for him to laugh, though he inched away from Liselle on the couch, not wanting her any closer in the moment than she made necessary.
"She's...he's...that's J-Jillian," he mumbled. "He's a boy...have you...have you s-seen him? D-do you know...when he g-gets off...I was supposed to m-meet him and I d-don't remember where."