Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2009 23:34:42 GMT -8
Rain had drenched the school for weeks. Thunder and lighting had started yesterday. It was unusual for Long Beach California to receive such a typhoon like weather system. Rain hammered the school like rocks and it was no surprise umbrellas weren’t much help in this foul weather. But Bastille had lived in London and was used to rain as if it where a sunny day. Crimson hues dashed from side to side looking at the room numbers, trying to find the right one. Puddles followed her boots as they squished down the hallway, and she was sopping from head to toe. Most hand at least two rain coats, Bastille wore only one light brown trench coat to warm herself.
(slight flash back)
She slammed her sword into the tree, and again, and again. Her speed wasn’t enough and it wasn’t like the tree was giving her much to work with. Crimson eyes narrowed and with another crunch sound the tree caved into the force of the blow. Bastille stepped back the rain washing over her blistered fingers and dirt smudged face, blood from her cut hand and cheek ran down her neck and arm, then down the blade of the rapier.
(end)
So what was the harm in finding someone who could fight back. Amtrum had mentioned once before something about training her. Bastille was going to take him up on that offer, no as a way to join his gang or anything…but as a way to increase her own strength so that maybe, just maybe she could defend herself long enough to outlast this school rivalry.
So here she was stomping down the hallway. People ducked in a hurry to get out of her way as her rapier dragged menacingly against the ground. She thrust open a door and found the room. Some kid had told her the number he would be in, she wasn’t sure if it was abandoned or he actually went to class…either way she let the lighting flash on her dirt smudged face.
Before she spoke she took the extra long Japanese Bodoken she had found earlier that week and threw it at him with high force that it stuck into the wall next to him sheath and all. She took a few steps into the class room and glared as the dismal rain poured harder creating a curtain of mist outside the window.
“you said you would train me, im here to take you up on that offer…”
(slight flash back)
She slammed her sword into the tree, and again, and again. Her speed wasn’t enough and it wasn’t like the tree was giving her much to work with. Crimson eyes narrowed and with another crunch sound the tree caved into the force of the blow. Bastille stepped back the rain washing over her blistered fingers and dirt smudged face, blood from her cut hand and cheek ran down her neck and arm, then down the blade of the rapier.
(end)
So what was the harm in finding someone who could fight back. Amtrum had mentioned once before something about training her. Bastille was going to take him up on that offer, no as a way to join his gang or anything…but as a way to increase her own strength so that maybe, just maybe she could defend herself long enough to outlast this school rivalry.
So here she was stomping down the hallway. People ducked in a hurry to get out of her way as her rapier dragged menacingly against the ground. She thrust open a door and found the room. Some kid had told her the number he would be in, she wasn’t sure if it was abandoned or he actually went to class…either way she let the lighting flash on her dirt smudged face.
Before she spoke she took the extra long Japanese Bodoken she had found earlier that week and threw it at him with high force that it stuck into the wall next to him sheath and all. She took a few steps into the class room and glared as the dismal rain poured harder creating a curtain of mist outside the window.
“you said you would train me, im here to take you up on that offer…”
