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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2007 15:14:08 GMT -8
OOC: It's not really exciting to make the same post twice. --;; Sorry for crap quality.
In black sweats and a short sleeved navy blue shirt, Mitsuki stood at the back of the school leaning against a wall. Eyes closed, she looked as if she could be asleep, but no, that wasn't the case. She was waiting - for who? Anyone. Just this morning, Mitsuki put up a flier on the school board, asking for a trainer; anyone. All it said was to meet at the back of the school after education hours were over. She never put who they were going to train, nor did she ever put if the person they were going to train was a male or female. She put no information about her what-so-ever, which made her unknown. A good thing, really, since she was school captain of the school. If anyone knew that she - the captain - put up a flier to be trained, things would be a mess. And even if anyone came to train her, she would still make her identity unknown by giving off an alias which she - undoubtly - made up.
The wind blew against her skin as she exhaled a breath. It was a fair day outside, a cool breeze, a perfect day. Clouds here and there, the sun shining it's bright rays, flowers beginning to bloom...yes, spring was here. Spring; her favorite season other than fall. It wasn't too hot, nor was it too cold..though, there was one downside in this particular season: Allergies. Mitsuki didn't sneeze or anything, her eyes just got very itchy, and Mitsuki would scratch them, making the whites of her orbs turn...pink.
Today, Mitsuki looked fairly different. Her hair was braided into two tight french braids, a green bandana folding over on her head, black framed square like glasses, and the mask? Not there. The reason for this was to keep her identity hidden the best she could. Usually, her hair was let down, and she looked very different without her glasses. A plus side to that, neh?
So...she waited, and it was not long before she heard footsteps.
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Post by valekin on Mar 25, 2007 16:01:45 GMT -8
(Don't worry about it.)
Hye hee hee hee hee....
That laughter was not the first thing she would hear however. It was the characteristic rasp tap of the metal soles of his combat boots on concrete she would hear first. He stood not a meter from her, to her right. The lunatic had abandoned stealth, and entrance for punctuality. He didn't go to the school, he didn't take classes there, nor did he teach classes there. He stood tall, about six feet. Muscles wrapped his skeleton, scarred, pale, and tattooed skin wrapped the strong muscles. The scent of smoke, and death came before him.[/color]
His elliptical eyes focused on her. He could smell her from where he stood, he could smell her blood. But that wasn't why he was there. He wasn't there to eat, or to kill. To scare or to break. He was there to teach. But not at the school, he had a different location in mind. No one would find fliers around the school anymore. He had taken them all. And disposed of them.
"You, little dove. Are the one who would like to learn to push and shove?"
Hye hee hee hee hee hee....
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2007 16:43:11 GMT -8
The hairs on the back of her neck seemed to have stood up when the scent of smoke lingered around. She opened her sharp eyes and directed them towards the man who would tower over her if he stood next to her. His appearance seemed would be intimidating to the majority of the students at school, but Mitsuki would be part of the minority then. She wondered though; if she saw him at the halls of 259, she wouldn't have forgotten him. Unless he was the one to ditch school 24/7...however, she wasn't here as a school captain, but a mere "grasshopper" trying to learn new tactics to use against foes. The way he spoke caused her to push off the wall and stand before him; so he spoke in rhymes; interesting, because her brother used to talk in riddles. How he came up with all those riddles and rhymes were beyond her knowledge...maybe he was just a fast thinker?
Hm.. Let's see; let's give this a try, eh?
"The number of people in the area are two; one is the student, the other is you."
Slightly monotonous. She brushed strands of hair behind her ear, and pushed her glasses back up with the back of her forefinger.
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Post by valekin on Mar 25, 2007 16:55:58 GMT -8
Hye hee hee hee hee hee...
Not a mad laugh, but one of insane glee! Oh she did amuse him so. He held up a hand and wagged his index finger whilst shaking his head. He was bare chested, wearing only leather pants, his boots, and his trench coat along with numerous pieces of ridiculous occult jewelry. He closed his elliptical eyes and parted his pale lips, baring his sharp canines and pearly whites.[/color]
"Never here was I, nor you. Stick a needle in my eye, if I lie. Yet student you are, so true. Master I am, come to."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee
He pointed to the black corvette that sat idle on the street. He strode off toward the vehicle. It was all up to her now to enter his training. If she thought she could handle it. If she could bear the horrors, and the pain. The nightmares and the wet, cold, rain. Everything she had would be tested. Broken, and rebuilt. He'd make a warrior out of her, if she survived.[/color]
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2007 17:20:27 GMT -8
Either he was mentally insane or he's just easily amused...or both, but his laugh sort of freaked her out. It reminded her of those movies where a small little girl would laugh quietly to herself, and ended up being some kind of homocidal maniac, and no one knew 'cause she was...well, a small little girl. He was like the villain in some childrens tale. Like the Little Red Riding Hood.. My, what sharp teeth he has... And then... The black car. A death trap, maybe? Who knows. Only one way to find out though, isn't there? She followed behind him, her arms dangling by her sides. Precautions should've been made, but there was really nothing much she could do, other than to notify her brother that she was training, which she already did before she went to school. If she went missing without notifying him, he would simply follow her through the tracking system that was installed not only in her cell phone, but on her necklace as well.
The same went vice versa for her brother, of course.
...and the little robin stepped into the pit of darkness, two do one of two things.. Step on solid ground, or learn how to fly...[/color]
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Post by valekin on Mar 25, 2007 17:39:29 GMT -8
Into the belly of the beast he went. The beast was the black car, aptly named beast. It was an '07 Corvette. A fine car, too bad he was totally nuts. At this point he couldn't appreciate the thing. Insanity will do that to you. He sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, and buckled up. That doesn't seem to be normal behavior for a lunatic. He put the key in the ignition, and started the car. He auto-unlocked the opposite door, and waited for her to get in. There was no rush, there will never be a rush. Training must take it's dear sweet time. Otherwise the trainee wouldn't get the full benefit.
"Come now my swan, cross the lawn."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee....
Easily amused? Yes. Insane? Completely. They were going to his home now, it would be her training ground. Where she would learn to fight, to live on her own, to survive without anyone's help, and if she wants, to kill. It would all be up to her. But once she got in that car, she was his student. And she would be the get of a maniac.[/color]
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2007 18:04:49 GMT -8
...the ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan, and lived happily ever after.[/color]
Once she heard the door click, signaling that it was unlocking, she pulled open the door and stepped in, closing the door and pulling her seatbelt across her chest to click it into place. She would lean back against the seat and stare straight ahead, half expecting him to follow all traffic rules, and half expecting him to "blast off at the speed of light", as stated in the movie, Toy Story. Okay, okay, maybe she was getting a little too into the whole children's story-thing. But can you blame her? He's the one speaking in riddles; he's the one reminding her of all these things.
None the less, she began to wonder of the wonderful adventure she'll have in a matter of minutes. She wondered what "tests" she'll go through, and where they were going. If he wasn't going to tell her, than Mitsuki would just have to be patient and find out.
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Post by valekin on Mar 25, 2007 18:16:12 GMT -8
He revved the engine twice, then slammed his foot on the gas pedal. Tires screeched, smoke rose, and the smell of burning rubber touched his nostrils. The vehicle tore off away from the school, then made a series of turns. About fifteen minutes of shitty traffic, and a whole lot of curse laden rhymes, later they arrived at the factory. He pulled in under the partician and closed it with the push of a button. Now they were in the Tijger's lair. His home, her training ground.
"Come now my wretch, we're going to go for a stretch."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee...
He unlocked the car doors, and climbed out. He took the keys and the partician's remote with him, placing them in one of his trench coat pockets. He'd lead her further into the labyrinth of his home. Onto the factory floor. Grease covered machines were everywhere, yet there was a cleared area at the side of the gigantic room. The machines were off, but the smell of sulfur and boiling plastic still permeated the air. There was a door next to the cleared area. She would find it locked if she tried to open it.
"Stretch my little wretch..."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee...
He'd say; pointing to the middle of the concrete "arena". He expected her to stretch everything she could. Today would be calisthenics, plus basic instruction. Followed by dinner. After dinner, she'd be free to go. Of course, she'd have to get back home on her own of course.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2007 19:05:40 GMT -8
Two words: Crazy driver.
That pretty much describes his driving "skills". The so called place they were going to train was a...factory. Okay. What the hell? First and foremo-...you know what? There's no point in explaining. "What the hell" should cover everything. Anywho, Mitsuki was pretty much amused by the whole name-thing. First, she was a dove, that magically changed into a swan, that magically turned into a wretch. She assumed that he was just calling her things to make it rhyme with his other words...but she had to give him some credit of the rhymes actually making sense.
Getting out of the car, she was, in a way, happy to be on solid ground. Even from where they were, she could smell the sulfer and plastic in the air, and the closer they got, the stronger the smell was. It was at this time when she wished she had her hospital mask, really, really bad. She noticed a door, and curious, she wondered what was behind it, but her thoughts were cut off when "master" told her to stretch. She did as she was told. She was in the center of the "arena", and when she stretched, she started off with her neck, and made her way down to her legs. Now one can only wonder and wait of what's to come.
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Post by valekin on Mar 26, 2007 7:48:27 GMT -8
While she was stretching, Valekin had made his way to a control console. With the flip of a switch, several gears started turning, and a long chain lowered from a large crane above the middle of the "arena". That would be used later, of course. He walked over to his student, and smirked, a mad glint in his eye spoke volumes about him. He was a total nutcase.
"Enough with rhyme and song, the time for instruction is now. We will begin with the basics, then strike-zones. Following that, your first calisthenic exercise, then you may leave."
Hye hee hee hee hee.....
Now he was in teacher mode. Which did not require him to speak in rhyme and riddle. He had a sort of commanding aura about him, which also managed to radiate a sense of violence. The maniac began to pace back and forth. He had changed his mind about her first day's schedule.
"Gravity can be both your best friend, and your worst enemy. Be sure to maintain perfect balance during combat. To do so you must find your center of gravity."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee.....
He had strode off to a dark corner, and produced an unused steel pipe. He screwed it into a fixture in the floor, so that it stood up straight. It was about three feet high, and an inch in diameter. She could probably guess what she would have to do now. Balance herself atop the pole without using her limbs.[/color]
"Climb the pole, and balance yourself on it without using anything other than your torso."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee....
OOC: Anything that any readers learn from this thread does not apply to their character. For they themselves did not learn it, only Mitsuki's character is being taught here.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 26, 2007 10:16:27 GMT -8
No more rhymes? Shame. She was beginning to feel quite amused by the rhymes he came up with too. None the less, when he began to speak of gravity, she couldn't help but think that she already knows what her center of balance is. At least, that's what she believed. When he disappeared to a corner and came back with a steel pipe that would come up a little above her waist, she almost immediately knew what he wanted her to do. Though not use her arms? It would prove to be slightly difficult. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about the pipe wobbling around, seeing that he securely - hopefully - screwed the pipe into the ground. At first, she merely looked at the pipe before advancing towards it.
Placing her palm on top of the pipe, she pushed off with her feet and arm to give her a boost, and removed her hand off the pipe once her foot landed on top. She wobbled, and fell back to the ground; first things first, she had to figure out how to get up on the pipe in the first place. Again, she would try the same thing, except this time, she was able to stay put on the pipe. Slowly, very slowly, she would begin to rise on the pipe, her hands into tight fists, keeping herself from using her arms to balance herself out. However, it was only a couple of seconds before her body leaned forward, and fell onto her feet. Brushing back her bangs, she pushed up her glasses that was slipping to the bridge of her nose.
...heh..easier said than done...[/color]
Again. She tried again, and was able to keep herself up on the pipe. To keep herself from using her arms, she slipped them into the pockets of her pants. She began to imagine as if she were on solid ground, that all she has to do is stand up. Since the pipe was screwed into the ground, it hardly moved at all, yet occasionally it would wobble. She stared blankly at the wall ahead of her as she slowly stood up, locking her legs into place, giving a mental sigh.
Third times a charm.[/color]
In truth, it was difficult to keep her balance even though she was up there. Her hands were in tight fists, her teeth clenched together, her body stiff, just so she wouldn't fall off the d-mn pole.
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Post by valekin on Mar 26, 2007 10:30:51 GMT -8
"Xорошо! Wonderful! As you see, there is a chain hanging from the crane which you are to climb all the way to the top, but be careful. Looks can be rather deceiving, as you have just learned, not everything is as easy as it sounds."
Hye hee hee hee....
Valekin said as he passed by her toward the door that was locked. He produced a shiny key and stuck it in the lock. He unlocked the door and began to open it before he smiled. The scent of burned flesh jabbed at his nostrils. His little secret about the chain was, that he had used it before she did, as an exercise to deal with pain.
"You can't use your legs for the chain. I will be watching."
Hye hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
The second she'd touch the chain with her bare hand's she'd find it scolding hot. Of course, before she had reached the chain he had relocked the door he exited through and re-appeared on the second floor, the over look over the factory itself. He laughed to himself and issued one final piece of instruction.[/color]
"Pain is only in your mind dear. Conquer the mind, and you can do anything. Even defy gravity."
Hye hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Spoken like a true maniac. He would know first hand. He had conquered pain, and learned to use it as a stimulant in combat. The chain's length was at a hundred and twelve feet. This all related to his instruction on gravity. This trial was designed to see how well she could deal with pain, defy gravity, and death.[/color]
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 26, 2007 11:15:53 GMT -8
Mentally, she frowned. Climbing the chain rope with just her hands wasn't really a difficult task at all. Maybe the chain rope would somehow mechanically activate itself and move around while she was climbing? She stared at the chain, keeping a small distance between her and the metal rope. Taking her hands out of her pockets, with her right hand, she grabbed onto the chain, only to have released it quickly afterwards. Her hand turned red, and she couldn't believe what he was making her go through. Super hot chain. By now, she wished she had her school captain gloves, that would at least protect her from burning up so fast. With a mental sigh, she came to the decision that this guy really is crazy, and possibly even mentally disabled. Somehow.
Pain is only in the mind, eh?
So she's been told by her brother, who also trained her for quite a while now, so ignoring pain was nothing new. But the methods he used were totally different than what Teacher is using.
Pushing her glasses back up, she got down from the pipe and rubbed both her hands together, moving back a couple of feet. Breaking off into a run, she jumped on top of the pipe and pushed up to get some height in climbing, and once her hands caught onto the chain, a sizzle could be heard. Mitsuki refused to let go of the chain, however, and merely stayed in place for a while. So this is what it's like to be "cooked"...yeeeeeeaaaah, not a pleasant feeling.
Pulling up her body, it was slightly difficult at first to uncurl her fingers, but once done, she moved it higher into position. The pain? Barable, but barely. She must've been halfway up before she started getting tired, and she wondered; how the hell is she going to get down? She would have to worry about that later. By trying to keep the pain off her mind, she focused on getting this over with. Although she was good at keeping pain away from her face, she was not "Mitsuki Park - the school captain" today, so she let herself wince. Second by second, she let her other hand reach slightly higher than the other to pull herself up, and once she reached the top, she was a bit out of breath. Chest heaving up and down, she reached the top of the crane, and she didn't dare look down.
Whatever he's making me do next can not be any worse than what he made me just do...[/color]
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Post by valekin on Mar 26, 2007 11:35:36 GMT -8
"Xорошо!"
He flipped a switch near him, and the chain moved with the crane over towards him. The hot chain slid over the guard railing, and she'd find herself at a safe height to drop from. He pointed to a metal staircase, signaling her to go down the steps back to the arena. He left the second floor via the door he entered it. He was quite pleased with his student, she'd do well for herself. Most would give up at that point, but now to treat her hands.
Hye hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
He'd exit the restricted area on the factory floor, and come out with a small kit, and a chair. He placed the chair in the middle of the floor, and the kit next to it. He went back into the room, which radiated the smell of burning flesh. He came back with an easel, and several diagrams. This was strike zones. After this, they'd do calisthenics, and she'd be free to go.
"Sit in the chair so I can fix your hands."
Hye hee hee hee....
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 26, 2007 19:15:57 GMT -8
Burning flesh.
Mitsuki Park now knew the smell of burning flesh, and never would she forget it either. Dropping down from the crane once she was at a safe height, she took deep breaths as she stared at her scarred hands. It looked absolutely disgusting, so she turned her head away before decending down the stairs, before settling herself down on the chair. She wasn't sure how he was going to fix her hands, and at the same time, she felt like she didn't want to know; he was pretty insane, who knows? Maybe he'll actually make her hands worse. Oh man, the pain, seriously.
She would keep silent during the fixing of her palms, and if it was a painful process, she'd keep the pain off her face. She wondered though, again, of what he'll make her do next. It was something to look forward for; so far, everything she's done was completely original, or new to her. It only made her wonder what sorts of "adventure" were up to challenge next...
OOC: Sorry if this doesn't make any sense.. All I did was put words together to form sentences.. --;;...
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