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Post by lucky on May 17, 2013 23:50:50 GMT -5
when: August 21st
time: 4:55 P.M.
where: Dojo
Sean walked into the dojo. He was wearing a open green hoodie, and wearing a white t-shirt underneath with a pair of black sweat pants. He was also carrying a duffle bag. He normally wouldn't come here in his free time, but seeing how he needed a lot of improvement to pass wolverines martial arts class. He would rather be watching british television from the satellite TV in the lounge. He was beginning to miss never mind the buzzcocks, and he watched that everyday at 4. But then of course he would have failed his class, and that was the last thing he needed right know.
He walked in and threw his duffle bag in the corner. and walked over to it. He took of his hoodie and placed it next to his duffle bag. He then opened the utility closet and took out a wooden training dummy. One of those wing chun dummies. He placed it on an open area. He used his leg to make it start spinning. He stepped forward, and as soon as he did that his precognition stepped in. 'Left hand up, right leg to the side, step back, step forward, left leg up, and...' The stick then hit him in the nuts. He let out a small aagh noise. It took him a while to stand back up as he tried again, only spinning the dummy a little slower.
He was doing good until he heard someone walk into the dojo. This distracted him and got hit in the head and the side of the leg. He made a grunt of pain, and turned around. As he spoke in an thick irish accent. "You know it's bad to distract a man while he's practicing. Even if I have precognition." He loved to show of his powers. Even if they had lots of flaws in them.
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Post by mollydrake on May 18, 2013 17:57:50 GMT -5
If I get it all down on paper
It's no longer inside of me
Molly walked out of class, waving back at Aleigha as she left her English class, “Say hi to Jimmy for me Aleigha.” The brunet turned her attention back to walking, holding her books to the side of her body she smiled at the people walking by. She couldn’t wait to get her class done at the Dojo, then she knew that it was close to dinner, and dinner was close to bed time. The girl wore a white tank top with a black jacket and blue jeans. Her sneakers where a ice blue. Turning in to her room she placed her books down and grabbed her water bottle. Taking the water bottle down to the kitchen she filled half of it with water and then froze it so she had ice, then filling the rest with water. Closing the cap she headed to the DoJo to set up for the Class she taught.
The girl was a tutor for those who couldn’t get down certain moves. And she didn’t really have any students come in on most days so she mostly just practiced with her dancing unless she had a student to help. As she walked in to the dojo the strange boy that had always tried to talk to her was training, he was doing something, she wasn’t sure what but he was doing it. She tried not to make any noise until she dropped her water bottle letting a CLANK hit the floor causing the boy to get hit in the head.
“Oh my goodness are you ok?” leaving her water on the ground she headed strait to the boy checking his head for bad damage. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, I have a class in ten minuts so I came early to set up,” that was the first time he had actually made verbal contact with her, most of the times she would see him wave and he would turn away nervous to talk to her, or other times she was try to speak with him and he would stare at her wide eyed and lost at what to say. She thought he was just shy and cute. Lightly running her thumb over the small bump on his head she smiled and placed her thumb back on it. Soon a nice cool touch was cooling the bump on his head. “I’ll ice your head for a moment.”
Threatening the life it belongs to
TAGS: Joki
WORDS: 401
OUTFIT: Click !
NOTES: Joki you owe me a hug 
LYRICS: Anna Nalick
CREDITS: ANYA from CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by lucky on May 18, 2013 20:04:43 GMT -5
His vision was fuzzy so he didn't really see who the person helping him was, but by the sound, and tone, of the persons voice she was a girl. She had heard that voice before, but he didn't know where. "I'm fine. I think." He started feeling his head to find where the bruise. He found as a small stinging sensation came from it. His vision slowly started coming back. He know noticed the girl a bit more clearer know. Most of the time he would act charming around the girls, but not with the figure he was talking to. His confidence soon evaporated into nothing as he noticed it was Molly Drake. The only girl he had trouble talking to.
He tried to reply to her. The first time he tried he made a weird small eeep sound. Second time he was half way through the sentence, but his accent was to thick. He coughed and said it again in a more understanding accent. "It's fine I'm only doing this to pass wolverines martial arts class. Not really good at it." He started blushing lightly as she started touching his head. "It's...it's fine..." He started getting a dry mouth again. the cool touch sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't tell if they were bad shivers, or good shivers. All he knew the bump on his head stopped stinging.
He tried to talk to her again. He coughed 3 times, and took a deep breath. "I guess we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Sean, but most people call me Lucky." For the time he has been here, he never mustered up the courage to talk to her. He tried several times, but always failed. It was one the things McGregor made fun of him about. It always bugged him, but know he could talk about who he actually was which to him was a big accomplishment.
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Post by mollydrake on May 23, 2013 15:46:37 GMT -5
If I get it all down on paper
It's no longer inside of me
[blockquoteMolly smiled. “Well have you tried to switch to Jimmy’s class, he’s much easier to work with then Mr. Howlett. Jimmy teaches the same class, I can always contact him for you, I’m sure he would be glad to work with you.” Molly held her finger on his head for a while. “I can also teach you some stuff, jimmy taught me a little but he is way more of a master then I am.” Pulling her hand away from him and extending her hand to his, she smiled. “Molly drake, it’s a pleaser to have a name with the face.” She always wondered why he had problems talking with her, she wondered if she had done something wrong but she didn’t really know.
Molly walked back to where she had droped her bottle of water and her stuff and she picked them up, placing them somewhere out of the way. The brunett looked at Sean. “I hope you don’t mind but people don’t really show up to my tutoring class, so I can always just help you out. If you like that is.” Molly walked in to the back with her back pack and changed in to something more suitable for work outs. A nice yellow sports bra with black yoga pants. Walking out of the back and throwing her back pack next to her water bottle and pulling out a hair tie to tie her hair back in a pony tail. She was fit for her age and had a nice shape of body. She wasn’t skin and bones, she had a nice full feature.
Walking up to Sean she smiled. “Ok show me what you got down and ill she want I can help you fix.” Backing up she went back wards and sat on her butt holding her knees to her chest she watched the boy to see what she could help him with.
[/blockquote][/font] Threatening the life it belongs to
TAGS: Lucky
WORDS: Number here
OUTFIT: Click !
NOTES: Notes here
LYRICS: Anna Nalick
CREDITS: ANYA from CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by lucky on May 24, 2013 4:16:37 GMT -5
He sighed. When he came here people told him to take that class instead of wolverines, but no he had to choose wolverines just because it sounded cool. "I have. But the waiting list on his class is long. Plus I don't he likes me very much. Wrong girlfriend joke at the wrong time. Never shouldn't have listened to Rachel..." He should have never listened to Rachel. Stupid fake initiation. "That would be appreciated. Having a bit of trouble with all these advanced fighting. The only thing that I'm good at here is the medical course with Professor McCoy." He took her hand and shook it. His heart rate sped up, as if he was working out. And was still speeding up.
As she walked back he couldn't help but stare at her ass while she was walking away. He couldn't help it. You can't just ignore your primal instincts. His precognition stepped in. It showed her catching him stare at her. He quickly raised his head to look her in the eyes. "Don't worry it's fine. I might enjoy having company." As she left to the back he quickly scooted over to his duffle bag, opening it. It had a lot of lucky items inside. Horseshoes, 4 leafed clovers, a boston celtic hat, and a lucky charm cereal box, but there was something that stood out. On the left were a pair of beige cargo shorts. He looked around to if anyone was coming, and quickly switched his sweat pants to cargo pants. "Thank you dad." His dad told him. 'Son when exercising with some you love, always wear something tighter.'
As she reappeared he started blushing uncontrollably and really had to thank his dad for the advice. This was the second time she looked beautiful to him. The first when he saw her ice-skating. Of course she wasn't showing as much skin that time, and somehow she was more attractive to him then. All he could say right know that she was fit. Really fit, and he liked that. "Hu... O...Ok." His stutter came back.
He started spinning the dummy again. He was more nervous but his mind settled down as his precognition kicked in. He replied in his head. 'Left, right, down, up, up, left, right, spin left, leg sweep, duck, and ouch.' The ouch knew that he was not able to dodge the next. He was right it hit him in leg again. Sean's technique was sloppy, and needed a lot of work. He turned around. "So?" he started panting. It was beating so hard because of a mix of the injury, the training, and how Molly was with him. If she wasn't there he wouldn't have been so tired, but he would never complain about it.
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