Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Jan 5, 2018 13:04:57 GMT -5
Rocking back and forth, Hannah sat in the rocking chair with her now sleeping step daughter in her arms. The bottle was empty as it sat on the small table next to them. Leaning her head down, she gently kissed the little's head as Hannah rose to her feet. Walking carefully, she went over to the little bed and set her little angel down into it. Looking at the sleeping child, it made Hannah to smile as she had her eyepatch over her missing eye. Recently, Hannah hasn't been acting the same. It was something she didn't even understand herself. Hannah was a bit more distant from everyone and would be found either holding the child in either the bedroom or in the office while Sarah was away or taking care of business, or the one eyed blonde was seen at her rig. It happened when she caught an eye of Sarah with one of her lovers. This feeling she was feeling, it almost felt like depression. But she knew that Sarah had her lovers on the island. Sighing softly, she turned around and walked through the bedroom. The energy felt like it was just drained out of her as she stayed in the room a bit. With already had taken a shower earlier on, she was ready to do whatever she wanted to do. But, she had something to get herself back onto track. Reaching towards the night stand next to the bed, she picked up the radio. "Can I get one of the angel's to come up to the bedroom and watch over the little angel for me? I think I need to get out of the bedroom for a while and stretch my legs." Setting it back down where it was, she didn't wait for a response as she went over to the dresser and began to pull out different sets of clothing. What she was pulling out was a pair of her black sweat pants, her Black beater and her workout bra. With a quick ease and with no distractions, she quickly gotten changed from her loose and baggy clothing. Grabbin a hair tie, she pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail as she slid her feet into a pair of sneakers. The blonde was getting herself ready to do a workout in the gym area. Looking down at her right hand, her eye looked at the Golden ring of her engagement. Frowning a bit, she pulled it off and placed it down on top of the dresser as she grabbed her fingerless gloves and put them on.
Stepping out of the bedroom and carefully shutting the door behind her, she made her way through the upper floor of the building and hit the stairwell. Placing a hand on the handrail, she adjusted her weight and flipped over so that she hung from the metal by both hands. Placing her feet onto the side of the staircase, she pushed off and bounced herself off the wall and landed on stairs, crouching down. Looking at the metal stairs under her. Memories of herself and Sarah in the stairwell. Turning her head, she looked at the spot that they both declared their love to one another. Seeing the sight as if it was just yesterday. Shaking her head, she repeated what she did a couple of times until she was on the ground floor and was feeling her heart starting to pound as she was putting her body through a bit of her paces. Once down fully, she opened the door with a wide swing and moved out of the stairwell. Like a woman on a mission, she moved through the halls of the Yacht club without addressing anyone or saying a word. Instead, she was thinking of how Sarah had a few lovers and Hannah, well, she only had Sarah. It wasn't the thought that Sarah had a good bit of lovers on the island that made her upset and feeling like this, it just made her feel alone even more so. Sure, they talked about the fact that Hannah could have another lover, but Hannah didn't know how to do such a thing since of how she was raised as a child. The thought of being with someone else scared her since she didn't want to lose the one person that she truly loved and wanted to be with til the day they both die and that if she was in love with someone else, that she would be more so worried about them both while she was either A.) Away from them or they were on a mission. Before she knew it, she was already at the Gym. Time had went by pretty fast while she thought to herself. Opening the door to the gym, she saw it was empty. No one else to bother her, well, at least for the time being. Walking inside, the door closed behind her as she walked further into the room to where the heavy bags hung on their heavy steel chains around the heavy rafters above her. Going past the heavy bags, she went towards the CD player that was there and turned it on. The first song that came on was Billy Idol's Cradle of Love. Smiling and shaking her head, she stretched her body in the different poses and loosened her limbs for the workout. Once she stretched, she moved towards the heavy bag and lifted her loose fists up. Doing a couple of quick jabs, Hannah would slam her knee into the front of the bag causing it to swing backwards and back at her. Stopping the bag with her hands, she quickly began to throw multiple quick jabs and heavy punches to it.
Every time she threw a punch or a kick into the side of the bag, she thought of the issue more and more, and each time she saw an image of herself sitting in the background while Sarah was with one of the few lovers of hers, Hannah would start to yell louder and louder until she was out right Screaming in a sort of war cry that she did when the rage was getting to her in a fight. Sweat was starting to bead down her skin and a couple of strands of her hair came out of the ponytail hung in front of her face. Slowing down her hits onto the bag until her and the bag were still of sorts. Breathing hard and fast, she stared at the bag with her hands now in closed fists. One thing was for sure of how Hannah fought with her hands and the rest of her body was that she was a scrapper and didn't care who it was she was fighting or how big they were. Reaching her hand to the chain of the bag, she took hold of it and pulled herself up. Slowly, she climbed up the chain up to the rafters above. Reaching out, she took hold of the sturdy beam. With both hands on it, she began to pull herself up and lower herself, doing both front and backward pull ups. Sweat now dripping to the floor below her, she could hear the song changed over to the next one which was now playing by a band she heard a couple of times. THROUGH FIRE's Stronger came on. It was the very same song she heard of them for the first time. So, she remembered the words to the song and began to sing them out loud. Pulling her body up and over the beam, hooking her knee's over the beam leaving her to hang there upside down looking at the floor. Crossing her hands together, she placed them on the back of her head as she started to lift up and was doing upside down sit ups. Closing her eyes, she kept singing the song as best as could while breathing in and releasing them out for each movement of her body. It was because of loneliness feeling was why she brought herself to this, pushing her body to the limits of strain. That she would counter that feeling with pure exhaustion and weak feeling of the body's physical pains and aches. Bringing herself down, she took her one leg and kicked herself off of the beam til she spun in the air a bit, landing on her one foot and her knee. Her hands came out as she landed and balanced herself, looking down at the floor. Thinking to herself of such petty thoughts that she felt that they were.
Pushing herself up still breathing hard, the song changed to Disturbed's Down with the Sickness. A grin came across her face as her head was nodding to the beat of the song. Lifting her head up, she walked over back to the punching bag and began to punch into the wore down punching bag. Feeling each punch going into it was stinging her hands. Gritting her teeth a bit, she pushed herself to punch it even harder and harder with each sting of the hand that came in jolts into her wrists. After hitting it over a bunch of dozens of hits, she stopped punching it. Breathing fast as she leaned against her old enemy and sparring partner. Just herself and the bag as she closed her eye and faced the floor. Sliding down it until she was on her knees, she would lay down onto her back with her knees up and pointing at the sealing above herself. The floor felt a bit cold on her saturated back. Breathing hard, but trying to catch her breath, she had one hand on her stomach while the other was over her face. She knew why she was doing this to herself. Feeling as though there was only one person who accepted her for whom she was and how she looked, she felt as though she wasn't worthy of anyone else's attention and affection or felt that she was good enough for anyone's particular tastes but by the Governess's herself, Sarah Sharpe. Groaning a bit to herself, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself back up onto her feet. Standing there, she looked up at the ceiling window and stared out of it for a bit. With her Irish accent, she would state to herself. "I must be going nuts if I be doing this to me self."
Stepping out of the bedroom and carefully shutting the door behind her, she made her way through the upper floor of the building and hit the stairwell. Placing a hand on the handrail, she adjusted her weight and flipped over so that she hung from the metal by both hands. Placing her feet onto the side of the staircase, she pushed off and bounced herself off the wall and landed on stairs, crouching down. Looking at the metal stairs under her. Memories of herself and Sarah in the stairwell. Turning her head, she looked at the spot that they both declared their love to one another. Seeing the sight as if it was just yesterday. Shaking her head, she repeated what she did a couple of times until she was on the ground floor and was feeling her heart starting to pound as she was putting her body through a bit of her paces. Once down fully, she opened the door with a wide swing and moved out of the stairwell. Like a woman on a mission, she moved through the halls of the Yacht club without addressing anyone or saying a word. Instead, she was thinking of how Sarah had a few lovers and Hannah, well, she only had Sarah. It wasn't the thought that Sarah had a good bit of lovers on the island that made her upset and feeling like this, it just made her feel alone even more so. Sure, they talked about the fact that Hannah could have another lover, but Hannah didn't know how to do such a thing since of how she was raised as a child. The thought of being with someone else scared her since she didn't want to lose the one person that she truly loved and wanted to be with til the day they both die and that if she was in love with someone else, that she would be more so worried about them both while she was either A.) Away from them or they were on a mission. Before she knew it, she was already at the Gym. Time had went by pretty fast while she thought to herself. Opening the door to the gym, she saw it was empty. No one else to bother her, well, at least for the time being. Walking inside, the door closed behind her as she walked further into the room to where the heavy bags hung on their heavy steel chains around the heavy rafters above her. Going past the heavy bags, she went towards the CD player that was there and turned it on. The first song that came on was Billy Idol's Cradle of Love. Smiling and shaking her head, she stretched her body in the different poses and loosened her limbs for the workout. Once she stretched, she moved towards the heavy bag and lifted her loose fists up. Doing a couple of quick jabs, Hannah would slam her knee into the front of the bag causing it to swing backwards and back at her. Stopping the bag with her hands, she quickly began to throw multiple quick jabs and heavy punches to it.
Every time she threw a punch or a kick into the side of the bag, she thought of the issue more and more, and each time she saw an image of herself sitting in the background while Sarah was with one of the few lovers of hers, Hannah would start to yell louder and louder until she was out right Screaming in a sort of war cry that she did when the rage was getting to her in a fight. Sweat was starting to bead down her skin and a couple of strands of her hair came out of the ponytail hung in front of her face. Slowing down her hits onto the bag until her and the bag were still of sorts. Breathing hard and fast, she stared at the bag with her hands now in closed fists. One thing was for sure of how Hannah fought with her hands and the rest of her body was that she was a scrapper and didn't care who it was she was fighting or how big they were. Reaching her hand to the chain of the bag, she took hold of it and pulled herself up. Slowly, she climbed up the chain up to the rafters above. Reaching out, she took hold of the sturdy beam. With both hands on it, she began to pull herself up and lower herself, doing both front and backward pull ups. Sweat now dripping to the floor below her, she could hear the song changed over to the next one which was now playing by a band she heard a couple of times. THROUGH FIRE's Stronger came on. It was the very same song she heard of them for the first time. So, she remembered the words to the song and began to sing them out loud. Pulling her body up and over the beam, hooking her knee's over the beam leaving her to hang there upside down looking at the floor. Crossing her hands together, she placed them on the back of her head as she started to lift up and was doing upside down sit ups. Closing her eyes, she kept singing the song as best as could while breathing in and releasing them out for each movement of her body. It was because of loneliness feeling was why she brought herself to this, pushing her body to the limits of strain. That she would counter that feeling with pure exhaustion and weak feeling of the body's physical pains and aches. Bringing herself down, she took her one leg and kicked herself off of the beam til she spun in the air a bit, landing on her one foot and her knee. Her hands came out as she landed and balanced herself, looking down at the floor. Thinking to herself of such petty thoughts that she felt that they were.
Pushing herself up still breathing hard, the song changed to Disturbed's Down with the Sickness. A grin came across her face as her head was nodding to the beat of the song. Lifting her head up, she walked over back to the punching bag and began to punch into the wore down punching bag. Feeling each punch going into it was stinging her hands. Gritting her teeth a bit, she pushed herself to punch it even harder and harder with each sting of the hand that came in jolts into her wrists. After hitting it over a bunch of dozens of hits, she stopped punching it. Breathing fast as she leaned against her old enemy and sparring partner. Just herself and the bag as she closed her eye and faced the floor. Sliding down it until she was on her knees, she would lay down onto her back with her knees up and pointing at the sealing above herself. The floor felt a bit cold on her saturated back. Breathing hard, but trying to catch her breath, she had one hand on her stomach while the other was over her face. She knew why she was doing this to herself. Feeling as though there was only one person who accepted her for whom she was and how she looked, she felt as though she wasn't worthy of anyone else's attention and affection or felt that she was good enough for anyone's particular tastes but by the Governess's herself, Sarah Sharpe. Groaning a bit to herself, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself back up onto her feet. Standing there, she looked up at the ceiling window and stared out of it for a bit. With her Irish accent, she would state to herself. "I must be going nuts if I be doing this to me self."