The first day alone he expected, a little something to remind the prisoners they had no control. A little bit of stir crazy went a long way, but enough solitary confinement would break anyone. Too much and the mind broke completely, hallucinations and the like became rampant. So instead after a day of exercising his body he moved to the next issue, exercising the mind. This wasn't his first run about of space magic nonsense, albeit they were definitely of different flavors. This one wasn't into the robes, and making him where pig tails at least. On the other hand the other one had been a bit more eye candy. Stopping for a moment he considered that, he supposed this one could be if she wasn't constantly scowling and threatening. Edges were a bit hard, but with enough work who knew? None of this mattered, random thoughts that kept his mind moving, but mostly useless.
There were things that weren't so useless though, for instance the space magic nonsense. He'd never actually taken any 'lessons', but Asha had spoken of it a bit. Still didn't understand why it needed him to wear pig tails, but whatever. Ok, so this thing is always with me huh? Now if I only knew where the on button was. Out of an utter need for sarcasm he poked himself in the head a few times. Evidently mine's defective, refund anyone? She had said it was something you felt, or something like that, it had been awhile. So he sat there in the silence probing his own mind looking for the invisible switch, or an instruction guide, neither of which it seemed was readily available. It was an irritating search, like groping in the dark without a clue what you were looking for. It was pissing him off.
Resisting the urge to punch a wall he just growled under his breath as he closed his eyes and tried to relax a moment. Taking a breath he let go of his irritation, it only impede his thought process anyway. Ok so lets try this feeling thing, just feel it, yeah that's it. So he pressed on the edges of his mind, searching for well anything really, no point limiting. He envisioned his mind like a physical thing, and pressed it outwards stretching it like it was made of, well Sith he didn't know. It was stretchy and membrane like, but he couldn't have put it in terms outside of his own mind. After about twenty minutes of intense concentration he managed to give himself a headache, and enough irritation to make get up, and feel like quitting.
Taking a deep breath he began to move around the room, barely focused on where he walked mostly due to the whole cell thing. Wasn't like he was going to trip and fall into the local lake. The cell was just big enough to jog around, and so he did just that letting his body occupy his mind for a moment while he cleared his head. Why couldn't it be simple like the body? He knew how to use that, Sith he even knew how to use his mind, but space magic, poodoo. Letting his mind roam he felt his body heat up as his muscles warmed and stretched, a casual jog became a bit more serious as he let his body work its not space magic. Almost like a machine it took to a pace one foot in front of the other, two breaths in, one out as he moved. It was an odd custom, but it had become a habit since a young age, well younger.
As he felt his feet hit the hard floor he was glad that he had decent shoes at least to absorb the shock because the floors didn't give a bit. His irritation feel away some as he took it out on his run, it was an opponent he understood at least. Why couldn't the Force work like this, just doing it, not the whole song and dance space magic with pig tails garbage. It was almost as an afterthought he let his mind go as he exercised the heat building up in him as a good lather of sweat started to form. He didn't think, there was no need to anymore the body knew what it was doing already, thought just screwed with the process. Instead he let his senses relax and just moved, it was a bit sore he hadn't gotten enough rest for his muscles since he last exercised but they accepted the work grudgingly.
Without mentally acknowledging it he noticed the girl was missing from the other cell, so he started slowing as he breathed in deeply continuing until his pace was a casual walk around his room. With a final deep exhale he checked the door to his cell and waited for it to open guessing there was some kind of beating time coming again. it stood closed for a few minutes while he probed about with his mind before clarity struck him like a slap in the face. The girl was missing? In his silent cell of a grave he knew that how? He didn't move, not a single inch, Sith he'd stopped breathing as he focused on the knowledge she wasn't there. He couldn't see her cell or anything, he just knew it was empty. It was the lack of her presence he was feeling, the complete emptiness of his part of the ship.
With a sudden explosive laugh he fell back against one of the cell walls, sliding down it he left a trail of sweat behind him as his eyes moved about the room. He felt alive. He settled into it, just felt no pushing, no hunting it, but just felt. He became acutely aware of body, the rhythmic movements of his heart, his paced breaths as his lung brought more oxygen into his system. He couldn't feel the things about him so well, more of just the lack of rather then seeing or knowing what things outside looked like. His body though, he could feel the individual mechanisms all working together somehow, it was too much to take in at the moment but he could feel it all. The cooling of his skin as his body heat dissipated, it was like a runner's high but so much more. Whatever it was he knew it was he knew he'd finally found his on switch, or had stumbled across it in truth.
Breathing deeply he looked inwards just letting himself flow through the various operations of his body, it wasn't like he was watching them or could physically see them, but damned if he wasn't very aware of what was going on. So deeply was he into it he didn't hear the beep that announced his food dispenser was spitting out his next meal. Standing up he looked over the porridge like substance with distaste. He knew by now that it contained every nutrient he needed, even with his workouts. If it hadn't by now he'd have been feeling much worse then he did. It still tasted like eating cardboard though, and was about as dry. Still water was the one substance he had in plenty he supposed. Eating the prison ration slowly he breathed out a sigh, so that was space magic. It wasn't exactly what he'd pictured it to be, but if it was as special as they all claimed there was a lot more too it.
Finishing his bowl of whatever the Sith it was he washed his bowl out with water and placed it back under the dispenser, till the next time he had to eat cardboard. Sitting down on his bed he closed his eyes and just sat there letting his new awareness flow through his mind as he drifted off to sleep finally. Waking to his third day of silent isolation he felt a bit of exultation that he was still aware of himself, his surroundings were blurry, but he could still feel. Standing he stretched out, a small crack in his neck occurring as he did, the wear and tear of everyday life. Looking about he didn't bother fighting off a yawn as his mind fully woke up, still no girl. He imagined she was somewhere being trained to kick his ass, their captor had seemed more annoyed by that then he'd have liked to make her, but what was done was done.
Moving about his cell he felt the general soreness of his body, it was continually rising during his captivity due to over exertion. The only real choice of activity was exercising and he was over doing that. To do nothing though would send him stir crazy, but perhaps that was the point to tire him out until he gave in. He had no doubt he was being watched constantly via some remote camera nonsense, but he didn't much care, it didn't change anything. He let a breath of air pass his pursed lips making a rather annoyed sound between them as he considered giving his body a few days of rest. Of course that could be just what she was waiting for, he'd rest and she'd pounce at him then knowing he was tiring. Of course she could also just be off pleasure cruising to without a thought for what her prisoner was doing. He wasn't really sure which one he preferred, one meant he could rest, but the other meant he could eventually get more time out of this cell.
Sighing he sat back down and decided it didn't really matter, if he kept pushing his body it would start to give on him. Then the real troubles would began, more so because he knew eventually she might make good on her threats. Feeling about his body he knew there was no way to rush a resting body, but at least he could exercise his mind while he was waiting for it to heal up. He could feel the rush of blood to and from his heart, his pulse amplified under his skin as oxygen was rushed into his muscles. The muscles themselves slowly healing tears, and stressed muscles the cellular activity too small for him to grasp, but apparent. He became aware of small stress signs along his shins, the pounding of feet against the unforgiving durasteel floor causing the bone to began to show signs of damage. Nothing major, just stress on several locations, but still they weren't good either. Rest would heal them all up, his shins needed a bit more then the rest, but he had no idea how long he had to do that with.
Silently he sat there feeling at the processes within his own body, the cell around him faded away in his mind as he focused on the small tasks going on within. Probing at small stress in his shin bone he understood how the body he healed, but he didn't have have names for what was going on inside of him. He knew the cells would divide and fill the gaps, strengthen each piece, and even rebuild muscles stronger. What he felt though he couldn't put into a scientific idea though, he wasn't nearly well educated for that, but he could feel it all clearly now. Focusing on his muscles no he absently encouraged the little processes inside his body, the busy bees never stopping in their work seemed to deserve that much at least. Then he began to wonder at what he could actually do with space magic. Watching was all good and well, but if that was it, well poodoo. He didn't believe it was though, not from what he'd seen at least.
His encouragement became serious minded now as he moved his focus back to his leg, shin splints would make moving painful, and it wasn't something he could afford in the least. So he focused his mind there attempting to feel into the process going on trying to wrap his mind around how one would effect it. He thought it over for a minute as he considered the how behind what he was attempting. Then he said feth all of that, he'd over thought it before and just made it worse. Ok space magic do your thing, go go space magic! Yeah, great. He hadn't really expected that work, but was worth a shot he supposed.
Sitting there for hours he just focused on the process of healing, the bone slowly healed with the stressed tendons, and muscles in his legs as he watched them with complete focus. He could feel slowly at it a bit more, his awareness slowly growing as he remained unaware of what he was doing. His attempted to use the Force were akin to a baby trying to keep their head up, wobbly and mostly ineffective. It was growing though, and unrealized to him until he finally let go and looked farther back it was doing something. The muscles and tendons had mended more in his legs then his arms, noticeably more. He wasn't sure what he'd done, but it was something. Albeit compared to a real wound it was nothing, he was merely helping the body to increase the every day wear and tear it was already well accustomed to. His understanding of what he'd done was basically a giant question mark in his head, and the length of time it taken was well, most of the day.
That reality struck him suddenly as his stomach suddenly rioted inside his gut twisting into a painful spasm as it tried to find something to digest inside itself. His eyes immediately went to the food dispenser, and his bowl. It had filled up the point of literally overfilling creating a great mound around the bowl, quite the mess. He'd missed all three meals somehow in his complete focus on the interior, and now his body demanded food. Standing he poked at the room temperature food all but the mess that spilled unto the dispenser's shelf a dried out crust. Shoving a bit in his mouth he ate slowly, his stomach demanded more, but eating fast would bring on even more cramps. As he slowly ate more of the slop on the counter he muttered to himself adding a bit of water to the crust in the bowl in an attempt to hydrate it. He soaked the bowl for a bit once he was done as to clean the last marble like substance out of the bottom of the bowl, what the kark was he eating anyway?
The next day passed much the same, though he'd learned to stop a bit throughout the day and eat he let his body heal while she was away. The last few days he alternated between learning how is body healed the minor stress from exercise as he began to start pushing his body. He'd have almost enjoyed the time alone but he quietly began to wonder if he had actually been forgotten somehow, or simply just dismissed as not worth the effort. As long as the food kept coming though he knew it wasn't totally true, this was what isolation was made for, to crack the mind, but he'd found an escape.
Finally she came, and like a firestorm he thought as he felt her approach. He couldn't feel clearly at her, but he understood it was different then the girl. As soon as he saw her he wanted to smirk, and as usual he couldn't help it much. So much rage in such a small package, rough edges indeed, perhaps just sharp edges in the end. As she grabbed at him he suppressed a laugh as he followed her out, "You know if we we're just gonna go with the rough stuff I guess your bed's as good as mine, but I gotta say some foreplay be nice." He was guessing he didn't really have time to enjoy his own sarcasm though, but there was just no damn off switch on his mouth sadly.
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