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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 2, 2011 21:43:37 GMT -8
Sport of the Day - Boxing.
Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO blared from the Ipod buds that were wrapped over the top of Ewan's ears, the buds firmly secured as he rolled his shoulders forward and torqued his body over, throwing hard, fast, but technically lazy hooks at the body section of the heavy bag. He was getting a pretty good work out from hitting the bag, and his smile was beaming wide as he found a new sport to help occupy his time. He'd known of boxing before, but it wasn't until he'd watched one of Manny Pacquiao's old fights that he became interested in trying it for himself. The whole competitive nature of it drew him in, and it was about to sink it's class into him.
As the final minute of the highly addictive new song blared into his ear's he started to shuffle from side to side, getting caught up in the music as he followed the women's instructions to 'throw his hands up in the air'. He shuffled from side to side in front of the bag, not a care in the world as his gloved hands waved back and forth over his head. When the track switched over to Headstrong by Trapt he went back into a training mindset, throwing a hard left hook into the bag. He lacked grace, but the power was certainly there. He just needed to work on actual technique, but that wasn't something he particularly knew. It wasn't like he'd sought out a coach, or even the means of going about finding a gym to train with.
He hadn't actually thought through starting up boxing. Perhaps that's why he was doing it at the school gym, rather then going to a real one. It wasn't like he was opposed to learning, he'd just been inept at putting some real thought into the process and learning properly. The one thing that could be said about his form though, was that he naturally used his entire body to through every strike. He'd push off with his feet, turn his hips over, rotate his shoulder as he moved into the punch. He had quick hands, sloppy footwork, and heavy body blows. Those were the easily common points.
The lesser known weak points of his technique were still quite easy to pick up, for anyone who had done the tiniest bit of boxing. He dropped his hands after hitting. His guard was way to low, he'd lean backward instead of moving his feet if he got to close to the bag while hitting, disrupting his balance and posture. He took his eye off the bag to often, and he didn't know how to properly mix up his strikes to practice proper combinations.
But, despite all his faults, unknown as they were, he was having fun. He'd never felt a rush like this before. Stepping around the bag, striking it with all his strength. He rarely got to use all his strength when doing something in a group. He always had to hold himself back in one way or another. Now he was simply having to much fun to do that.
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 8, 2011 23:39:47 GMT -8
Boxing was an alternative to her usual frame of training, normally she'd dealt with foes at a distance. That all came to change with her recent indulgence of American tutelage; since her opportune visit to the colonies she had been thrust into the world of corporal punishment. In New York she dealt with her enemies with her bow but eventually they rushed her, gaining close quarters and otherwise leaving her sole advantage useless. In those moments she felt the weakness sink in. How to counter such an objective? She would think only finding the solution dependent on her learning something new, style that would benefit her.
So today she stood before her own bag, locked away in the gym with a few others, mostly guys of course. Regardless she didn't feel intimidated by the likes of such testosterone, she put herself to work on the bag performing a few impacts on it. It was a slow thing, a work in progress if you will. A small break in the moment as she took in her breath, her taped up hands extended down to her taut workout shorts before wiping the sweat of her brow. Her other free hand extended outward to snatch up her perspiring water bottle and freeing the cap.
In the background as she drank was someone clearly dancing to Party Rock, it was indistinguishable from the rest with its cheery disposition. Though even still this stood out from the norm enough to make her laugh, the motion while drinking forcing the regurgitation of the very same water she was drinking to rush up her nose coming out in a snort. Recovering quickly she'd feel the sting in her breath before coughing rapidly looking up only to make sure she hadn't embarrassed herself too much. |
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 9, 2011 11:17:42 GMT -8
Stepping in he threw a short, tight upper cut towards what he'd assume is the body of the bag. His shoulder rolled up, knocking the cord to his ear bud, popping it out of place. The sounds of the gym filled his ear, the testosterone filled grunts while pumping weights, and the mixture of dull and sharp thuds into the heavy and speed bags. On top of all the usual sounds you'd hear in a gym there was laughing... snorting... laugh.
Peering around the bag his eyes fell upon women with the long blonde hair who was just a slight bit shorter then himself, though weighed quite considerably less. Her composure completely shot as she started to cough after squirting water from her nose. It reminded him of the old milk gag from T.V, only replaced with aqua. . . Aqua, he should find one of his sisters old Aqua C.D.'s, get 'Barbie Girl' on his ipod. . .
Since she was still coughing he felt the compulsion to go see if she was okay, this urge was often brought on much sooner in himself then others, taking only a second before he'd be on his way over. He didn't hesitate with anything prominent in his life. Along the way across the short distance between them he used his teeth to pull at the Velcro around the wrist on his gloves, loosening them enough to pull them off. Hugging the glove under his arm he reached out with his free hand, gently rubbing her upper back.
" 'Ey, you okay?"
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 9, 2011 12:11:34 GMT -8
She'd react to the touch with a rather indifference, her left hand raising to the base her lips forcing another cough clearing her lungs and through of the lingering froth of bile. A wince as it was momentarily painful but all the same relieving. Flicking her bottom lip with her thumb as to cover up the self conscious effort to check herself and look entirely composed she'd notch away any lingering perspiration at the mouth. Her eyes would tweak up momentarily looking on-wards to the boy who had been formerly dancing and a meek smile set in place on her face momentarily.
"Yeah I'm fine just... went down the wrong pipe."
A soft pat on her chest clearing her lungs once more and an exasperated breath before rising to stand up once more refraining their positions from lingering in a sense of him towering over her being supportive. A raised brow momentarily as she anticipated that he'd return to work before nestling her hands through her hair and turn about with a calm facade once more composed.
"Thanks by the way."
An appreciative nod before shrugging and hesitating to turn about. |
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 11, 2011 9:50:54 GMT -8
Ewan nodded his understanding that she was going to be fine. Everyone had done that at one point or another, especially himself. He remembered back to a few past experiences and realized that if he were to count the amount of times he'd ended up doing that he'd be counting with both hands. Possibly his toes as well. Now definitely wasn't the time to start doing that, it'd just be awkward all around. Yeah. . . time to just get off that subject.
"Your welcome. Glad to help." A wide smile spread across his lips, genuine in it's simplicity, as that's just who he was. Naturally cheerful and overly enthusiastic.
Glancing back over to the bag he'd been using he saw only his water bottle and hand towel, the only two things bringing him back to his prior training space. He'd be the first to admit, if asked, that he knew very little about the art of boxing. His knowledge extended to the fact that you struck only with the knuckles and never aimed below the belt. He wondered if this young lady knew anything more then he did. He wasn't sure how to ask, but he figured if he could watch her move he'd get a better understanding.
"Uh, hm." He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to incorporate his intent. It wasn't anything disgusting or unpure, just odd to hear nowadays. "If you want, I could hold the bag for you."
Okay, so he didn't exactly say what he wanted, but having thought it through this could benefit both of them. If she was any bit more technically sound in either moving or striking, or even with her stance, then he was bound to be able to learn something. And she'd get a more stable bag to strike, with less sway so she'd be able to practice her strikes more often without worry.
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 11, 2011 13:06:29 GMT -8
She'd hesitate to look away as he made the shuddering remark before once more offering up his services. Nyx would kindly reply with a narrow smirk, her right hand retreating upwards to her brow before grasping at a lock of hair trailing down the forefront before parting it aside behind her ear and taking in a sharp breath her lungs still acclimating to the rise of her chest.
"Yea sure, that'd be nice."
It wasn't any day that someone offered to help you unless of course you were looking to get something out of the situation yourself and as far as she could tell she had much more to learn about the sort of fighting herself. Aside from basic lessons here and there from a few people she was generally uninformed about the style.
"I'm Nyx by the way."
The same hand that parted the hair would protrude from her hip offering up a motion to shake with him. Whether or not he was to take it she'd quickly recover settling her hands at her mid torso balled up into fists before standing upright and jostling back and forth in somewhat of an immobile jog. They'd suddenly rise up, her left hand up above her cranium whilst the right hand stayed hooked at her nose.
*Pft*
A soft exhale of breath as she punched mid bag feeling the contours of the bag indent before responding backwards and shoving her back.
"So I don't suspect we have classes together do we?"
She'd spring up the small talk, a dripple of sweat at her brow before thrusting another fist out, returning the former hand to her defense. Of course this thrust about would be uncoordinated as her attention drifted to him. Its aim would miss the bag to the left where he'd presumably be holding and accidentally travel towards his jaw.
"OH My Gawd! I'm soo sorry!"
Whether she hit or not wasn't for certain but she'd recoil her fist and palmed her hands at her mouth mostly muffling her response. |
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 11, 2011 13:49:18 GMT -8
"Ewan," He reached out, taking her hand in a gentle shake, he was lucky enough he'd taken that hand out of his glove.
"It's my pleasure."
His smile continued as he turned away from her, toward the bag. He yanked at the Velcro strap on his other wrist and quickly pulled his other glove off. Dropping them off to the side he made sure to kick them out of the way before moving around behind the bag. He held it firmly with both hands against the side, his head pressed off to one side, his shoulder secured into the back of the bag. He spaced his feet apart at about his own shoulders width, his left foot back, lowering his body to more readily absorb the blows like the suspension of a vehicle.
"I don't think so. I'm just a freshmen, so..." He tended to assume that people were older then himself, it was just the way he was. He was bad at guessing people's ages, so he just tended to also assume.
Keeping an eye on her he watched how she struck, seeing subtle difference's between her movements and his own. It was possible that he was watching a bit to intently as he saw the fist veering off course from the bag. . . Right into his face. He would've taken it straight in the jaw, but he tilted his head forward, her knuckles impacting with his nose instead. It was solid enough to break the cartilage and cause a bit of a bleed.
"Ids Otay, ids otay!" He said as he tossed his head back, one hand over his nose, pinching off the top while holding his other hand out, palm out in order to try and calm her. He twisted his nose from side to side, finally setting it back in place. He shorted into the back of his hand, clearing the passage way of blood before being able to get air into his lungs.
"See, I'm fine." He brought his head back down, wiping away the remaining blood with his fingers, brushing them off on his shorts to try and clean off his hands.
"Good as new." The same smile was spread across his lips, his nose showed no signs of being broken prior to this, just a bit of dried blood remained stuck to his skin.
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 11, 2011 16:11:49 GMT -8
With Nyx's hands veiling her mouth the murmur sounded somewhat worried. Footsteps bringing her particularly closer towards him before the offering hand suggested otherwise to turn aback in reverse though she'd simply stop short looking quite a bit worried. Though just as a technical surgeon he'd reply with an audible snap the disfigured nose realigned in its correct space and a normal looking grin no doubt to dissuade her from freaking in the moment however as much would be unlikely seeing as it was her fault for the incident.
"I'm so sorry, I really should pay more attention, I mean I didn't mean to miss, or hit rather but I could...ugh .. hmm."
Her frenzied speech slowly but surely came along to a dull slow evasive look, her hand trailing up towards her hair grabbing it at its ends and massaging the back of her skull with a slow massage. Her eyes of course cast down towards the floor. She wasn't normally this shy of a person but of course she'd just struck someone who may have been potentially a new friend or even sparring partner.
"I'm sorta at a loss for words as you can tell."
Quietly musing to herself before looking upright again with a slightly amendable idea. |
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 11, 2011 17:40:10 GMT -8
"Well, you have plenty of words, they just don't seem to go anywhere." He said with a soft chuckle, kneeling down in order to be polite as he hunched forward, taking his right hand and blocked off one nostril, trying to blow out any and all clotted blood. The air flow was pretty strong, so he quickly switched to the other nostril, doing the same and finding similar results. He was quite pleased with the outcome of the unfortunately accident situation.
"I swear, I'm fine Miss Nyx." He stood back up, hands on his knees as he rolled out his back and looked her in the eyes. "This isn't my first bloody nose." He told her truthfully, but even after having about several breaks in the past he still had no sign of injury.
"I'm just gonna go grab my towel to clean up. I'll be right back." This might've been a time were the punched leaves, but he'd left his gloves where they were, just heading over to his towel and water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and applied cloth to opening before flipping the bottle up-side-down and getting a few wet spots on the cloth. He turned back around, heading back over toward Nyx and her bag, all the while dabbing at his upper lip to clean off the dried blood.
"Well, should we get back to it?" He took a quick swig of water, swishing it around in order to clean up any blood that went into his mouth, swallowing it despite the awkward taste. He didn't mind, and it seemed more polite then spitting it on the floor, or leaving to go find a water fountain or a bathroom sink.
Taking his spot back behind the bag he went back into his stance, firmly holding himself there. He was hoping that by so readily getting back behind the bag she'd feel more inclined to actually go back to striking the bag, rather then fidget about the fact that she'd hit him.
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 12, 2011 19:04:28 GMT -8
Nyx would tense up temporarily, a casual paced distance away from the bag and letting her hand scrawl up to the back of her skull massaging at the base of her neck where the hairline met. After hitting him she didn't very much like the thought of taking it out on a bag and simply having him keep watch. Then again there were little reasons to detour onto another conflicting act, although the thought crossed her mind as her palms glowed temporarily with the Qi energy riling through her.
"Well, should we get back to it?"
"Actually," She framed to pause her speech, thoughts drifting elsewhere as to draw her attention towards the light coming from the door. ""I have something else in mind if you'll indulge me?"
Nyx would suggest turning slowly to the door, her ponytail flipping behind her as she moved through the open door. She'd eye the field just out back thinking of it as a potential playing field for a little practice. |
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 13, 2011 11:22:36 GMT -8
Curiosity killed the cat. But did it kill Schrodinger's cat? That was hardly the question that plagued Ewan's mind when as Nyx asked him to indulge her. He rather smiled happily, as he would always do and go with the flow. Why not try something new? He figured that's where this was going, and he had a motto that dictated most fields of his life to go and try something new if it presented itself.
"How can I help?" He asked, willing to partake in the mystery event as he released his hold on the heavy bag and moved back into the clearing in front of said bag.
Taking up his gloves, water bottle and hand towel he followed her, near absent minded.... Actually, completely absent minded. He had no clue what to expect, and he wasn't expecting anything in general. Bliss was fueling his life, for he was truly ignorant to his current activities.
With his towel wrapped around his canteen, and his gloves under his left arm he walked care free with his right hand empty, using it to scratch at the short burnt copper hair on the back of his head. This was somewhat of a tick, not necessarily a nervous one as he didn't feel compelled to hesitate around her, but a personal habitual tick none-the-less. Placing himself just off to her right and slightly behind he spoke casually, his smirk ever apparent.
"So, Miss Nyx, what did you have in mind?"
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 13, 2011 13:14:37 GMT -8
"Just stand right there, and try getting to me."
Nyx would grin quickly scurrying over to the other end of the field taking up a position at the opposite of the 100-yard line. Her position would stand just between the field goal placed with her hips facing the visitors side and her left hand triggered down-field to where Ewan would be standing. Her left hand would rise into a fist while the left hand pointed into a makeshift gun before drawing itself back. In the motion a bow and an arrow would materialize from her grip. Her right hand drawing back on the bow pulling back past her ear.
"Oh and Ewan," She'd pause with a grin looking down the sights, "Don't call me Miss."
With that she'd release a bolt, letting the arrow loose down the field heading straight towards Ewan. Hopefully he'd catch on quick that this game was going to turn out rather interesting.
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 13, 2011 15:44:38 GMT -8
Compare it to something you know.... Compare.... Compare.... DODGE BALL! It was like dodge ball. At least, to Ewan it was. But that was only part of it, don't get hit. But move forward. Dodge. Press forward. Dodge. Press forward. Dodge ball and track and field? Dodge track & field? Dodge Track? Dodge field? . . .
Dodge Track. It was now called Dodge Track.
'Don't call her Miss, Don't call her Miss, Don't call her Miss. Gotcha.'
He almost hadn't clued into what she'd unleashed, he'd hardly clued into the fact that she'd created a bow from her internal energy. That would be impressive enough, especially since he enjoyed archery. As the first arrow came towards him he'd hadn't even dropped his equipment, but he caught track of the flight path and stepped off to his left, pivoted around behind his foot, the arrow flying past his left shoulder as his back was turned toward Nyx.
His right foot stepped forward Miss Nyx as he spun around to face her, his arm flying out to the side as he released the bag-gloves and the combination hand towel/canteen.
"Be There Soon Mi---. . . BE THERE SOON NYX!"
Pushing off into a jog he didn't full out sprint toward her. He wanted to keep his composure, and his eye on Miss Nyx. If that was possible, he had no doubt he'd be able to reach her. He figured he just needed to match the flight of the arrows speed with his own and proper timing and he wouldn't be hit.
Dexterity used: 17/30
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 13, 2011 16:20:07 GMT -8
Already another bolt drawn into position, her own stature unmoving aside from the draw into her quiver and the release of the bow as it went from its notched back position to launching outwards down the field.
"Be There Soon Mi---. . . BE THERE SOON NYX!"
'Not likely'
She grinned as she drew back for another posing it into its position ready to launch another as he came down the field. With each step he made forward down the field increased her likelihood of striking on target.
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 13, 2011 16:35:25 GMT -8
Step. Step. Step. DUCK! Step. Step. Step. GOOSE! Oh-ho-ho. Just kidding. He can't goose, that would involve an awkward squawking that his voice just couldn't do. But he did dip down low, changing his form of dodging in order to keep his eye in Nyx. He didn't have to adjust his speed at all, and given his height, or lack there of compared to the current height of the average American jock. He made up for his height with his high agility, easily lowering his frame toward the ground, picking up his speed moving forward after the arrow bypassed his body, raising his body back into a regular running position.
"Faster!"
It may've seemed like a taunt, but he enjoyed a good challenge. If he was going to increase his speed, he wanted her to do the same. It wasn't just the closer he came the easier her shot would be. That wasn't as fun as it could be. Push people to their limits, and it made things more interesting. Get his adrenaline pumping and he'd be extremely pleased. If she could do that he'd have to start incorporating some more interesting techniques in order to advance.
Dexterity used: 20/30
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