Therapy {Open}

[Yulia Sokolov]

Yulia stretched in order to attempt to get herself to loosen up. Well it was her leg in particular that was of concern. It was still stiff due to the scar tissue that had developed over the past few months as it healed. It had its good days and its bad days. On the worse ones she had to wear a brace on it but most of the time she could walk fine with just a hint of a limp. She was determined to get herself back into order, if it took her years. That didn’t mean she was planning on returning to Russian, she was just used to having a certain level of ability physically.

She was working on making it back to that point but she knew it would take some time. Today was a middle day, her leg hurt and it was stiff but she could walk on it well enough. She was going to try to run, try to get it used to the usual routine. Still it was hard enough to stretch it out, and she didn’t want it to be tight if she was going to run on it. That would end badly.

Yulia tried standing on one foot and pulling her leg back by the ankle first. Usually that was enough to start with but her leg seemed to refuse even that much. It would have been easier if she had her bands with her, she couldn’t get good resistance on her own.

It occurred to her that perhaps she should be swimming instead of running, that might have been gentler. But to be fair when had she ever been gentle with herself? It wasn’t in her nature. She looked around the field. Hammel had a nice campus and those students she had encountered so far were well trained in her opinion. Wasn’t this what Evgeny wanted to do? To teach? That was who she had gotten the idea from. He couldn’t, he was dead, but she could.

Yulia plopped down on the ground and put her leg out, reaching for her toes, hoping that might loosen it.

[Ashley Shaw]

Ashley wasn’t to sure why he was headed over to the training field. Maybe he was felling lazy and wanted to do something, or maybe he was here to do the usual. Pushing against a large leather block held by to or more people, whose aims were to push back. The usual routine if Ashley was trying to improve his shielding ability against radiation and atomic blasts. It wasn’t like he was going to need it, however. But it was practice. It was something to keep him amused. And he was dreadful at it. He could hardily tackle someone his size. He was much better at running away.
He stepped onto the playing field, and was struck to find someone already there. A young woman doing gymnastics… no, or just flexing? She looked like a student… wait she couldn’t be a student. She had to be a teacher. Why was a teacher out on the field? That was… strange. Ish.
Ashley dumped his bag on the floor and pulled his jumper off, he’d need that later when it started to get a little colder.
He smiled to himself. At least he wasn’t going to be sitting on his own, he wasn’t one to do that.

“Hey, are you new here? I haven’t seen you around before or is that my mistake?” Ashley asked out of the blue, running his hand through his hair, shifting his weight.
He had just realised that there was nothing for him to train with out here. So much of doing something productive. And trying to spark off another atomic blast was not on the agenda today. He didn’t have to go through anything other that the one time. That was enough to turn him away from it.
He didn't want to think about that right now. That was absolutely not good. He shook his head and sat down next to the teacher.
"I'm Ashley Shaw, I... control Atomic Blasts and radiation," he said with a questioning tone of voice. he wasn't sure control was the right word. He hadn't controlled one thing atomic in his life. He thought he should mention that, but then again that would exactly be warranting him a safe badge. More like 'Keep Away' or 'Crime Scene' Tape wrapped around him as a warning to others. That wasn't exactly the nicest experience ever, so now he just had to focus on not being labelled as a danger. And not being in control of your power was one step towards that.