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Post by valekin on Mar 27, 2007 7:20:26 GMT -8
(It's alright.)
Valekin removed a pair of tweezers from the medical kit, along with a plastic packet, and a pre-made suture twinge. With the tweezers he moved things around to get a good look, then he applied burn treatment gel to cool her hands and seal the wounds. Finally, the hard part, he had to make sure that when she used her hands again, it wouldn't tear open. He stuck the short needle in her flesh with the tweezers, and began to sew the right one shut.
"The diagram on the easel, as you'll notice, is the anatomy of the human neck and skull. Today's strike zone lesson will deal with that area."
Hye hee hee hee hee.....
He finished sewing up herother hand, then packed away the kit, and stood by the easel, first pointing to an eye. It was a rather detailed cross section of the eye. Cornea, retina, sclera, whatnot. There were notes in Russian scrawled on the poster in some places. Other notes were in German, some were in Italian.
"If you've ever noticed that when you strike someone in the eye, they become totally disoriented, and they immediately lose their focus.Though I hope you never have to get that close, use your thumb, and press as hard as you can on their eye."
"In the instances that you can, use a needle, or a bobby pin, or something metallic. Plastics don't pierce well. The second notable strike zone on one's head and neck would be their throat. Particularly the trachea. This is best represented on the male throat with what is called the Adam's apple. A hard hit to that area, and you can interrupt your opponent's breathing, initiate their gag reflex, which will cause them to throw up, and you could knock them out completely."
He changed the slides to a picture of the inner ear. The hammer, anvil and stirrup were all highlighted in red, while the cartilage of the outer ear was highlighted in blue. She could guess what was to come next, he didn't think her stupid.
"When you can, a hard strike to the side of your opponent's head, preferably on the outer ear, will cause disruption to their balance, hearing and focus. If you hit both ears at the same time with enough force, you might kill them."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee hee....
He switched the slide to a diagram of one's nose. With several key bones highlighted in red. He pointed to them, made an open palm and held it up for her to see.
"Striking your opponent's nose with an open palm will break it, cause several arteries in the nose to rupture, and could possibly kill them. That is only if shards of the broken nose are sent into their cerebral cortex."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 27, 2007 9:03:04 GMT -8
...mother...#@^$.....
Uh...huh.
If anything, Mitsuki is not a huge fan of needles. He was talking and sewing at the same time, and part of her wanted to scream at him to just pay attention to the sewing part.
Out of all the things to be afraid of.
A needle?
..right...
Anyway, she looked over at the diagram, and indeed, it was the anatomy of the human neck/skull. She forced herself to not pay attention to the needle sewing in and out of her palm by "conquering her mind" and not feeling the pain, and by intently listening to the basic facts and information he was giving out.
Some of the information he gave out were things she already knew, due to pressure points which she's learned. Like "Mimi"; Strike at the whole of the ear, and depending on how hard you strike, you can rupture the ear drum, lead you to unconsciousness or cause a concussion. It was interesting at how some of these moves could possibly kill a person, but then again, pressure points could do the same. She studied each diagram carefully, as if memorizing where to strike, and remembering the highlighted words. She had a pretty decent memory, and once she memorized it, using it in combat would not be a problem.
"What happens if you piece the wrong area with the needle?"
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Post by valekin on Mar 27, 2007 9:10:21 GMT -8
"Is this a question about strike zones or about my sewing your hand?"
Hye hee hee hee hee...
He wondered to himself if he had struck a nerve, which he didn't. He did have an actual degree in field medicine, so he was qualified for what he had just done. He thought to himself that she was feeling iffy about his sewing job. Was it because he wasn't looking at what he was doing some of the time, or was it because he was talking while sewing.
"Any questions other than that? If not then we will begin calisthenics."
He removed the easel from the room and brought it into the room that smelled like burning flesh. He left that room, which was the blast furnace, and locked the door. With a few quick strides he reached the pole that he had set up, and unscrewed it. He put it back where it belonged, and would wait for her now.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 27, 2007 16:08:38 GMT -8
..both...?[/color]
Though she refrained from talking.
Once he was done, Mitsuki looked at her two messed up looking hands, and mentally winced; it'll be harder to play the violin for even the simplest of songs. With a mental sigh, she watched as he stood up and made his way into a different room, then came back out after locking the door. He unscrewed the pole, put it back where it should be, and seemed to be waiting for Mitsuki to do something, but what? Did he want her over where he was?
Well, it seemed like the only thing to do.
Getting up from her seat, she wakled over to the "arena" and would await the next set of instructions.
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Post by valekin on Mar 27, 2007 16:24:22 GMT -8
"On my count, well will do push ups. Count off to one hundred."
Hye ha ha ha ha!
He giggled as he dropped into push up position, with a smile on his face, and his hair pooling on the floor, he remained in the up position for a few seconds waiting for her to get down into the same position. When he was sure she was, he went down and had begun counting.
"Count off to one hundred. Раз, два, три! One! Раз, два, три! Two! Раз, два, три! 3!"
He was up on each count. Up, down, up, down. A work out for one's biceps, triceps, pectorals, and shoulders. A basic exercise, that built powerful muscles. He counted, up, and up, and up, and up. Higher the numbers went, it wasn't a hundred push ups that they'd do, it was four hundred. And if she was smart, she'd keep going even when her body screamed at her not to. Otherwise, he'd make her do it again, then maybe run until she vomits. But at this point, it would merely be sit-ups, and push-ups today.
"Раз, два, три! Ninety!"
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 27, 2007 16:32:30 GMT -8
OOC: If this is stat wise......>>
Hundred push-ups?
Sounds...easy enough.
Dropping to the ground, she got into a push-up formation, head up, she followed his count. Her initial thought...
What the f-ck, that's not one?!!?[/color]
Aw shiiiet, that was two whole push-ups for one number! Multiply by the number he's counting to, and wouldn't that be two-hundred push-ups? Freaking insane. None the less, she kept going on, even though her biceps were killing her by the time they got to number fourty. She was panting slightly for breath, but continued on anyway; she could push herself farther, so much farther. Although when the number got higher, she began to slow down a bit, she still continued on. Mentally, she was counting to ten, which made it seem that there was a lot less to do, and that she was almost done. Once she figured she was slowing down, she picked up the pace the best she could.
Once he yelled ninety, she was relieved to hear that they were ten away from a hundred, which meant only twenty push-ups to go...
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Post by valekin on Mar 27, 2007 16:40:32 GMT -8
OOC: (I only use stats if the administration forces me to. They don't do the maniac justice at the current moment.)
"Раз, два, три! One Hundred! Alright good. Now we do sit-ups."
Hye ha ha ha ha ha...
She might think him insane after that strenuous work out, and she'd be right. He was insane. A total loon. Missing somewhere around thirty eight marbles. A case of the howlings. Ok, that's enough. He switched position rather fluidly, he rolled foreward on the concrete, and came out in sit-up position. A smile cracked on the cannibal's lips. And his sharp canines were oddly ivory. [/color]
"Count off to one hundred! Раз, два, три! One! Раз, два, три! Two!"
He was moving much faster with the sit-ups than he was with the push-ups. If she vomited, he'd make sure she got something to drink. Maybe not the best thing, but it would keep her going long enough to get herself home. Because that's what came after this, it was nearly six o'clock. If she asked, he'd feed her then take her home. Odd right?
No.. not really. Depends on what she wants to eat.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 27, 2007 17:43:53 GMT -8
Not even a second after push-ups were done, they were going to do a "hundred" sit-ups. What the hell? Mitsuki assumed that they would take even a small break, but, apparently not. She already felt a bit sick from all the push-ups. She felt like she just ran a marathon...with her arms. She was not only feeling a little nautious but was also feeling quite dizzy as well. Though, Mitsuki hated showing weaknesses in front of others, so she would work without complaining. If she felt sick, she'd suck it up; if she puked, she'd swallow it back - disgusting? Yeah, but she doesn't actually puke...more like just comes halfway up her throat before she forces it back down. Something like that.
Switching positions, she took a deep breath before they started. Now, usually, in a minute, she can do about 70-80 sit-ups. However, considering she just did 200 push-ups... Anyway, the guy started counting, and Mitsuki began to move. One thing she noticed was that he was going a lot faster than at the rate they were going for push-ups. Not a surprise; sit-ups, in her opinion, were a lot easier, but got tiring to do after a while.
About halfway through, she would pause through her sit-ups for a quick moment, her face looking slightly more pale than usual, before catching up to whatever number they were on.
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Post by valekin on Mar 27, 2007 17:53:50 GMT -8
"Раз, два, три! Eighty Five! Раз, два, три! Eighty Six!"
After a few moments passed, he said one hundred. Then he got back on his feet and watched her. She looked a little sick to him, that was good, it meant she was honestly trying to keep up with the maniac. He giggled internally and spoke with his personal haunter.
Well well well, what a cute little rose bud you've got working there...
I think she might vomit....
Remember when you had to leave me? Standing on that butterfly mine?
I looked just like she did, didn't I?
Yes, and you didn't want to leave...[/color]
I'm glad I did now...[/color]
Yes.. now we get to live forever...[/i]
"Very good job today. You're free to go, meet me back here tomorrow at five, I will open the partician for a full minute. If you are not inside by then, I will close and lock the partician, then I will leave. This leaves things up to you, da?"
He stood there, looking rather pleased with her. She did well, he almost wanted to reward her.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 28, 2007 15:52:30 GMT -8
Sick.
Very, very sick.
Once 100 was met, she stayed completely still for a moment, letting his words wash over her. Her eyes stared blankly ahead of her as she tried to even out her breaths, her mouth shut closed, afraid that if she opened them, vomit would come pouring out. She swallowed, closing her eyes for a minute, trying to stop the room from spinning; harsh training, much? Slowly, she would stand up, and from her pocket, she would take out her cell phone, and from then on, make her way out of the place. She wanted to run out of the place, but because she felt sick, she knew instantly that if she tried any sudden movements, she would puke. And so, step by step, she made her way out, getting some "fresh" air, though still smelling the scent of burning flesh and plastic.
While making her way out, she would press down on speed dial one: Her brother, and pull it up to her ear. However, when she was about to speak, a sudden urge to puke flashed before her mind, and she dropped her phone and puked in some dead, dried bushes. She took deep breaths; God, it felt so good to just puke everything up. At least now, there was nothing left to puke. When she checked her phone, it seemed that he hung up on her, which meant he was on his way, following the tracking system on her phone.
..over, for today.[/color]
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Post by valekin on Mar 28, 2007 16:32:43 GMT -8
As she left, he nodded to himself. Yes, yes. She would make a fine student. He'd turn her into a warrior, if she could handle the training. She was a bit young, but he was much younger when he was trained to make war upon his country's enemies. Valekin retreated to the security room, and made sure that the partician was locked when she left. He checked every single camera, even the ones that were recording the training session.
"This will do very very well... She'll make a fine student."
Hye ha ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....
HYA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!![/b]
The insane laughter filled the factory for moments that felt like years after she was gone. He reviewed the recording, and made short notes on a pad. Then he went to the blast furnace for a moment. Then he went to his room to sleep until eleven PM, where he would go out to... eat.[/color]
(-1 sanity for Valekin.)
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