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clockbox2016-11-27 02:40 pm
fortuna_lector) wrote in clockbox2016-11-27 02:40 pm
I'm looking through you, Where did you go? (intro)
WHO: Barbara Gordon
WHAT: new arrival!
WHEN: Nov 27
WHERE: aquarium or boxing gym
WARNINGS: none expected!
aquarium
Barbara's first reaction to the aquarium was to stop the chair and stare wide-eyed at the displays. Her second reaction was more of the same; it was only after that she recovered enough to move beyond staring into starting to think.
This was definitely not where she should be. More than that: it wasn't anywhere she'd seen before. And that wasn't even going into the plush toy, book, and listening device that were mysteriously in her lap when they definitely hadn't been there before.
She took a minute to arrange them more securely, then started to search the building. At the moment, it appeared entirely empty, not to mention dimly lit and rather creepy, but Barbara had never been easily scared and she was not about to let herself start now, no matter how outside her usual experience this was.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
boxing gym
By the time she found the boxing gym, Barbara had more than enough aggression to work out. She should perhaps be more cautious than to actually use the gym, but she's long past caution and into seething anger. Everything about this place makes her feel trapped and helpless and more than anything else, Barbara hates feeling helpless.
She leaves her sweatshirt in the locker room and tapes her hands carefully before rolling herself over to the punching bag and getting started on working out some of that rage. Nothing she's doing makes her any more in control of her situation, but at least temporarily, it reminds her that she can take whatever this place throws at her.
To an experienced observer, it’s obvious that she knows what she’s doing. She works hard, until sweat has started to soak through the sports bra she'd been wearing under the sweatshirt, but she doesn’t injure herself or make mistakes. Each punch is placed with precision, despite her anger and even as she starts to tire. Someone who knew more might notice that she hasn’t always been in the chair: there are holes in this workout, places where she might once have mixed kicks in with her punches. She’s done without long enough that she’s mostly compensated for their absence, but traces of her original training are still there, muscle memory so deep she can’t entirely erase it.
She's working hard enough that she doesn't even notice when the door opens.
WHAT: new arrival!
WHEN: Nov 27
WHERE: aquarium or boxing gym
WARNINGS: none expected!
aquarium
Barbara's first reaction to the aquarium was to stop the chair and stare wide-eyed at the displays. Her second reaction was more of the same; it was only after that she recovered enough to move beyond staring into starting to think.
This was definitely not where she should be. More than that: it wasn't anywhere she'd seen before. And that wasn't even going into the plush toy, book, and listening device that were mysteriously in her lap when they definitely hadn't been there before.
She took a minute to arrange them more securely, then started to search the building. At the moment, it appeared entirely empty, not to mention dimly lit and rather creepy, but Barbara had never been easily scared and she was not about to let herself start now, no matter how outside her usual experience this was.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
boxing gym
By the time she found the boxing gym, Barbara had more than enough aggression to work out. She should perhaps be more cautious than to actually use the gym, but she's long past caution and into seething anger. Everything about this place makes her feel trapped and helpless and more than anything else, Barbara hates feeling helpless.
She leaves her sweatshirt in the locker room and tapes her hands carefully before rolling herself over to the punching bag and getting started on working out some of that rage. Nothing she's doing makes her any more in control of her situation, but at least temporarily, it reminds her that she can take whatever this place throws at her.
To an experienced observer, it’s obvious that she knows what she’s doing. She works hard, until sweat has started to soak through the sports bra she'd been wearing under the sweatshirt, but she doesn’t injure herself or make mistakes. Each punch is placed with precision, despite her anger and even as she starts to tire. Someone who knew more might notice that she hasn’t always been in the chair: there are holes in this workout, places where she might once have mixed kicks in with her punches. She’s done without long enough that she’s mostly compensated for their absence, but traces of her original training are still there, muscle memory so deep she can’t entirely erase it.
She's working hard enough that she doesn't even notice when the door opens.
Boxing Gym
Usually, he's here alone but as he steps in, he hears the sound of a fist against a bag and makes a point of walking around to see exactly who's here. When he does, he tries not to be hopeful. That just makes it work.
"Barbara?"
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It gets her attention right away, but she doesn't turn at first, pausing to grab the bag with both hands to stop its swinging while she mentally ran through all the voices she knew. Not a voice she knew well, not like her father's or Dinah's or even Dick's, but still one she'd heard before.
By the time she turned around, she thought she had it. "Sand? What are you doing here?"
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"Probably the same thing you're doing here: wandering around this place and occasionally," he walks over and taps one of the bags, "wanting to punch something really really hard."
He taps the bag again.
"Better that guy than me, though." A glance over her. "Been here long?"
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"Unless I'm misunderstanding something, we're essentially prisoners. I'm surprised this place isn't filled with people." Prisoners in a gilded cage, or so it seemed, but that scarcely made it better. They still couldn't come and go as they pleased. While Barbara knew that not everyone hated that loss of control as much as she did, she'd never truly understand it.
aquarium
He's in the middle of another sketch when he hears someone call out, and in his half-aware state, he calls, "I am!"
Wait. No. He doesn't recognize that voice, and he's been here a while.
So he rises to his feet, keeping his sketchbook close to his chest as he turns around to face the unfamiliar woman. "Sorry, uh - were you looking for something?"
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"Someone, actually. Although not anyone specific." Great, Babs. Clear as mud. Sure to make a good impression.
She forced a smile and tried again. "I wasn't sure there was anyone here besides me. And I'm not that clear on where here is exactly."
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"You're inside a place called the Clock. It sounds really strange, I know, but it's a - a pocket dimension? I forget the specifics, but it's got an infinite set of doors, each leading anywhere and everywhere.
We're inside an aquarium right now, but open another door, and we could be in a dim sum place, or an obstacle course, or a library."
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But she shouldn't be rude, just in case this place and the people here were real. So she extends a hand politely, reaching up as had almost become second nature. She hadn't expected it, but the sudden height difference had been one of the harder things to get used to about being in the chair. "I'm Barbara. And I hope you were only kidding about the obstacle course."
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It had been Mega Blox when he'd walked in. He wasn't keen on re-entering anytime soon.
He leans forward, as if it would make much of a difference, and shakes her hand quickly but firmly. Tyler may be a young adult, but his posture and demeanor betray how much he values a good first impression.
"I'm Tyler, and sadly? I'm also completely serious. That obstacle course is pretty awesome if you give it a chance."
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She shook his hand, pleased that he didn't seem afraid to touch her, as though she might somehow be contagious, nor worried that she was too delicate to handle anything but the lightest of touches. Her own grip was equally firm, because while underestimation sometimes worked in her favor, Barbara hated it too much to play into it.
All of which led to her looking at him consideringly and smiling as she spoke. "All right, I'll bite. What type of obstacle course is this?"
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“Well, if you got the prom reference, you're probably from a world like mine, which means you've also probably heard of reality TV. This obstacle course is just like the one on those weird Japanese game shows: it changes every time you enter and it tests everything. Speed, stamina, defense... I wipe out a lot, but I've done it enough to know the rhythm.”
Also: it makes the gym look downright boring.