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Post by Lucius I. Ridley on Apr 20, 2014 20:50:11 GMT -5
 It was around midnight when Lucius bolted awake dripping with sweat after a rather nasty nightmare involving Angel telling everyone including his family that he was gay. Groaning, he sat up rubbing his eyes checking the time and figuring he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. Sighing he got up and headed over to have a shower thankful he had gotten himself a single room the moment he was a full fledged member of Dauntless. Not that he wasn't use to having to dress and undress in front of guys, but rather he had secrets in his life that he would rather leave in the safety of a single lodging. Plus, he deserved it after months of training and working himself up to being promoted to one of the senior fighters. Undressing the rest of himself since he now tended to sleep without a shirt, finding it a lot more comfortable he quickly hopped into the cold shower. The water brought much relief to his stressful night as he leaned against the shower stall washing away the thoughts and sweat. Another few moments and he finally pulled himself out of the cold water, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. He stretched a little feeling a few of his joints crack making him since having never really liked that sound. A yawn escaped his lips, but despite that he was now wide awake and figured it couldn't hurt getting in some early morning practice. After all, he always got up early around 6 or 7 so that he could take full advantage of the training room without all those initiates in the way.
Well, he could have chosen to try and go back to sleep, he figured that at the very least he could tire himself out with a good hearty work out with the punching bags and knives. Heading over to his drawers, he pulled out a black t-shirt and some black pair of slacks throwing them on and grabbing a black jacket. The cold shower would make him cold for the first part of his workout until he worked up another good sweat working out where he could drop the jacket. Throwing his clothes on including some worn out running shoes, he headed out of his room looking around to see if anyone else was up. The halls and stuff were practically dark something he wasn't exactly thrilled about having never really enjoyed the dark and unknown. Sighing, he made his way around Dauntless having spent enough time to get around the place without needing much light. Thankfully, the hallways were still relatively lit which enabled him to relax as he walked making sure to be respectful of others trying to sleep. He passed by the pit and a few other places occasionally seeing a few Dauntless members milling about. He greeted them coldly not really in the mood to talk to anyone especially not at this time in the night after the nightmare he just had. Finally he managed to find the training room smiling as he realized he had the place to himself. To be honest, he wondered why it was that some of the iniates didn't take advantage of an empty room to practice, but like most they didn't think about it.
Oh, sure there were a few that he caught every now and again coming in early to get a few punches and kicks in with the punching bags, but otherwise it was practically deserted except for those early risers like Lucius. Shaking his head, he made his way over to one of the punching bags tossing his jacket on the ground and warming himself up. He did a few leg and arm stretches to help him perform better before he started punching away at the bag. He did a few of everything from uppercuts to jabs and all sorts of punches with nearly flawless execution and precision. This was what he was good at as shown from the moment they started training despite the rocky start at the beginning. He may not have as good a mental control, but when it came to laying punches or fighting with his bare hands, he was a natural. In fact it was one of the reasons some of the Dauntless Instructors would ask him to come in and help demonstrate which he was more than happy to do. He also had a sharp eye allowing him to catch things that the instructors might miss when testing the students. In terms of handling a gun, he wasn't exactly the greatest with guns, the only exception came with his knife throwing abilities. Other than that, his weapon usage was fairly useless which was why he tended to stick to his knives or hand-to-hand combat. He was so focused on his own thoughts, he didn't realize the bag was coming back at him, hitting him in the face and nearly knocking him over.
He muttered a few curses knowing he couldn't afford to loose focus like this, grabbing the punching bag to stop it's swinging motion and preparing to get another few punches in. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he attacked the bag with a little more force with every new punch that he swung into it. He did this for a while longer panting heavily from the exertion as he clenched and unclenched his now sore hands. There were looking a little rough on the edges, but figured that it was good enough considering he was doing this at twelve at night. That done, he headed over to the cabinet where they kept the knives after grabbing the key from his pocket to unlock it. Grabbing a few knives throwing them up in the air a few times ever so carefully, he locked the knife cabinet back up and heading to the knife practice side. Then with precision and almost art he threw one of the knifes at the target getting it right by the neck. He smirked as he twirled another around only to stop when his senses picked up the fact that he was no longer alone. Instantly, on alert he looked around the relatively lit room having turned on a few lights so that he could practice easier, but saw nothing moved. He turned back to the target tossing another knife watching it miss since he had been distracted by the sound of movement near the door.
Sighing heavily, running his hand through his hair he called out, "You know it's probably not that smart to try and sneak up on a senior fighter who is playing with knives. Fair warning, I'm quite good at hitting my targets."
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Post by Jinx T. Loverin on Apr 20, 2014 22:26:06 GMT -5
Jinx hated her life sometimes. If she would have never chosen dauntless would she be waking up in the middle of the night screaming and crying. If she had stayed in candor would she still be beaten everyday? Jinx could only imagine. It didnt help this nightmare had him and her family in it. It was a good dream at first, they forgave each other and went out. But after he went to her parents to get their permission to marry her, jinxs family killed him. She woke up when she heard him scream.
Jinx wasted no time in getting a shower and changing into a black tanktop and shorts. She didnt care if her scars were visible. It was the middle of the night. No one would see them where she was going. Jinx dashed out of her room and to the training area. She was hoping to be alone but there was luch. Throwing knives.
"Oh trust me. I know better." Jinx told him before she walked over to a punching bag not bothering to patch up her hand. She hit the bag hard. She keep hitting it till she felt bruising. Even after that she keep punching it. Opening old scabs from the last time. This was the only way to injure yourself at dauntless. The 19 year old didnt care what the older male with the knives thought.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 21, 2014 18:06:01 GMT -5
Ghost was, well simply put drunk. It was still pretty early on in the night and he had been celebrating another victory pretty hard. He was still relatively strong footed and his balance was good, the biggest advantages of Dauntless training in his opinion was the fact that while alcohol had a huge mental effect, it's physical effect was minimal. He could still walk, he could still run, hell he could probably still kick some of the punk ass boys who typically wanted to fight him on his friday night matchups asses with ease. He wandered around and then decided to test his skills, more importantly his drunk skills. He figured he could head to the training room and mess around alone but as he reached the door he realized that was unlikely.
He followed Jinx, one of the Dauntless trainers into the room and saw another man across the room. It was Liar, another of the Dauntless fighters. Scrappy kid, five years or so younger than him. Damn good with knives and one hell of a right hook, one of the few who could actually give Ghost a run for his money.
He decided to sit and watch the two of them instead of join them, he was feeling a bit lightheaded and didnt feel the need to put up his undefeated record right now, in the middle of his drunken stupor with these two already midway through trying to out do each other. "If yas were gonna have a pissin match, you coulda at leas sent out some invites. Or made some popcorn, jeez" He leaned back and placed his head against the wall, he was hoping to speed up the sobering process, enjoying these two silently battle was fun. "Jinx, what in da hell are you trying to do? Huh? Dont getcha blood on the bag, others use that too yknow"
He sat back and smiled. This could be some real fun, without ever leaving his current seat. Let the games, and more importantly sarcasm begin.
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Post by Lucius I. Ridley on May 3, 2014 14:54:52 GMT -5
It was the sound of the girl's voice near one of the punching bags that relaxed him since he did occasionally feel like he was being paranoid and was hearing things that shouldn't be there. Course, he never told anyone the theory that he may be loosing his mind and probably the only person he might have told had abandoned him. He hated her with every fiber of his being and yet he still found that he couldn't really blame her for taking a house completely different than his. Not that she couldn't have handled Dauntless, but well, she wasn't exactly the strongest girl around. Most of the girls that were members were tough cookies and well Angel read like an open book with eyes that were like a window into her soul. You could tell immediately what she was feeling even before she ever told you or you had to ask because she wore her emotions. Something that would have no doubt made her a target to both the ridicule of her instructors, but also to her peers making her quite a snack. So why, with all this proof that she wouldn't have belong, did he feel so betrayed and angry that she choose to leave him. It might have been perhaps that she already was quick to find some other guy who would love her properly. Granted he had done every thing right by her and she had graciously accepted being his girlfriend to protect not only himself, but her. A small voice in his head whispered that he wasn't giving her everything and in his heart he knew she wanted a child, but it didn't hurt any less.
Sure, he did occasionally flirt and even occasionally would date a girl or two, but the relationships didn't last very long considering he never let it get farther than a few kisses and maybe a night in his bed while he slept on the couch. Course, this was all a rouse and it hurt him every time he broke it off with another girl. Not because he was in love with them, but because he knew that some of them he'd hurt and that bothered him beyond all else. He was lying to everyone around him and it only served to make him a little more moody and cold towards some of the initiates. He knew what he wanted, but so far none of the guys around him had even hinted at the fact that maybe they were just like him. More often than not most were into girls as was the standard and so he usually kept his mouth shut and continued to stay away from the guys. Besides, most weren't even really his type even though he himself didn't really know what he wanted to see in another person. He shook his head again throwing the knife at the target's head watching it hit the target a little lower than he wanted. He cursed mentally in his head realizing he had to get his head out of the clouds and focus on the present or at least make it look a little more convincing. Surely, if he'd been in a real situation his enemy would have already seen him as a weakened target something he regretted deeply. He hated appearing weak and he was quick to slam the mental defences back into place and actually look at who had entered the room.
It took him a few seconds to recognize who she was considering that the lights were dim at best since he didn't want to wake anyone and found him looking at Jinx. Not much he could remember about her other than she was an initiate instructor, little younger than him, but not by much. She was tough with quite a backbone to her recalling having watched her a few times when he was watching a few of the initiate demonstrations. He hadn't talked to her much since she had passed her final initiation test, but he was certainly not as cold to her as he had been before. Stopping in his knife throwing he watched her as she pummelled the bag sensing that something was bothering her, like a certain dream since by any stretch she still had some time to sleep. He opened his mouth to say something, but since they hardly notice each other, he closed his mouth. He had never really been good dealing with emotional girls, and though he couldn't say Jinx was looking for a hug, she definitely seemed bothered. He could tell by the way she was punching the crap out of the punching bag that clearly hadn't done anything wrong. He was about to carry on with his knife practice when someone else walked into the training room. He almost groaned wondering why it was that the one night he choose to practice was suddenly where everyone wanted to be. No matter, he was almost done in the room and would be getting in an early run before he had to anything of actual interest to him.
Looking back at the doorway he saw one of the other professional fighters as well as tattoo artist, Ghost making his way into the room looking a little well not himself. Clearly, he wouldn't be getting any more practice in for now as he threw one more knife at the wall, stealthily pocketing one of the knives just in case and heading back to the knife cabinet. No, he had no intention on hurting anyone, but he also didn't like feeling defenceless and at the very least he could choose to practice at home instead. It was another perk of his having a single room and not having to wake up every day for training. He still had some stuff to do every now and again, but it was boring to say the least when he really just longed for an adventure. Locking the knife cabinet back up, he turned back to the two, colleagues chuckling at Ghost who clearly was eager to watch a fight. It wasn't going to happen if he could help it although he felt somewhat concerned flicking his unreadable expression towards Jinx. It really wasn't his right to ask questions, but that didn't stop him from trying to break the barrier that separated them.
Running his hand through his hair, "I'm probably the last person to get into somebody else's business, but if you wanted to talk about whatever it was bothering you, I'm willing to listen. Not saying that punching bag isn't just as useful, but the punching bag is only going to get out so much of your problems."
He shrugged not knowing what else to say considering almost all of Dauntless thought he was a mute which was kind of funny when he scared the initiates. That never seemed to get old watching them stare at him like they were seeing a ghost and run away.
He flexed his fingers if only to keep his mind here adding, "I'm not really sure what I'm getting at, but just, I'm here if you just need someone to talk to. At the very least, it might not hurt to give your hands a break."
He mentally chuckled at his little insider joke and he also knew from experience that hurting yourself only really gave you a temporary relief from whatever was hurting you. Course, he couldn't fault her for taking her hurt elsewhere considering he did that nearly every time he had a nightmare. Mostly, because he didn't trust people and had no real friends to truly lean on since Angel had betrayed him for another more willing guy. He didn't like painting a bad picture of her, but somedays he was just so angry at her that he couldn't really do much else.
Looking to the other occupant he chuckled, "Well if your going to get the popcorn, I suppose I better get the drinks and movie although in your case you look like you could do without. Perhaps water would be more satisfying?"
He was trying not to let the sarcasm flow so early in the morning, but he himself wasn't in much of a better mood than the other two seemed to be in. He really wanted to add that they could have a party and braid each others hair, but he had curbed that part by bitting his tongue if only to avoid getting into a needless fight. Besides, despite the training they weren't really there to fight each other, but rather fight for the peace of all around them. He may have been brought up a fighter, but that didn't mean he had to necessarily act like one 24/7, especially when his opponents were an upset trainer and what he assumed to be a drunk fighter. So he simply leaned against the wall watching them both closely. [/div] |
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Post by Jinx T. Loverin on May 3, 2014 22:05:05 GMT -5
Jinx could tell that the other guy who came in was slightly drunk. She laughed a little bit, if he tried anything with her she would have no problem beating up an elder member. She stopped punching the bag when the drunk male spoke to her. She turned around going to say something to him but if she lost her cool she was sure that liar would hold her back. Easily at that seeing as jinx some days refused to eat.
Jinx just turned back around and punched the bag one more time bug instead of being tough about the pain she fell to the ground and screamed in pain. She took a deep breath and got back up. Just in time for liar to speek to her. She didnt know if he remembered him or not. The guy she got close to. The only one she got close to after her parents beat her. She sighed and without turning around she spoke, "Remember the guy who used to help me late at night during my initiation?" She asked him. She didnt wait for a response, "Everynight i have a dream about him." That was also she said before trying to punch the bag again. Pain shoot through her body causing her to fight back tears. The brunette fell to the ground again putting her hands on the punching bag and her head down.
Silently she cried to herself hoping they wouldnt see her as weak.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on May 5, 2014 20:52:10 GMT -5
Ghost smirked as either Jinx didn’t find his comments funny or she was more concerned with with Liar had to say. The young fighter seemed to truly care about the trainer and Ghost was just a nuisance that added to the pain she seemed to be dealing with. She had turned to look at him but quickly turned away, he knew she figured he was weak in his condition but he would have beat her senselessly, and then used his right arm. The trainers all thought they were special, that they understood the art of the fight better than anyone. When in reality they understood the bare basics, a true fighter needed more than the basics to dominate his opponent in every aspect of the duel.
Lucius spoke and Adam’s first response was to raise his eyebrows. Either this guy was telling a joke or he didn’t have a sense of humor, either way he missed a very important piece of his life because what Ghost had said was very funny. Then he made a comment about Adam’s drunken state and it caused Ghost to laugh, not because the kid had gotten any funnier but for some reason he believed that he had, and more so believed that he could talk to someone of Adam’s reputation like that. He thought about getting up and showing the punk to respect his superiors but then Jinx finally responded to him.
As she spoke he found himself caught up in what she was saying, he knew nothing of this guy she spoke of, but those nightmares sounded intense. Kinda cool actually. Then she went back to the bag and collapsed into the bag, she seemed to be crying but honestly Adam didn’t know. Immeadiately he put his finger to his nose and pointed at Liar. “That’s all you my brotha. I don’t do dat shit” He didn’t handle tears and stuff, too much emotions and such that went into that. Liar would have to deal wit her, Ghost would sit back and relax on this wall. This completely supportive and not spinning wall.
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