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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 17:44:56 GMT -5
The day was waning, the sun sinking with it's cycle. She'd been here most of the day now, seen people pass in and pass out. Literally and metaphorically. If a bag of bones like her could go all day, they sure as Hell could. She smirk as she thought about it, punching at a sandbag, hung from the ceiling by a large metal chain. The contact of the punch echoed through the mostly empty dojo. This was how most of her days went, only ever taking every other day off, in order to let her muscles do their thing. All she could hear was the heavy breathing, and the pounding of each fist as it connected with her target.
Of course, the Dojo stayed open after school hours, and Mac preferred the quiet to. A lot of Shibusen students, mostly Meisters, used the dojo outside of lessons. And often enough, during them to, or that's what Mackenzie did. She went to strike the bag once again, but this time when her fist connected sher left it there, stood out, one leg forward, one arm out still out in her strike. A plain silver cross hung from her neck, and white vest and dark green army short. Her hands wrapped in a bandage, goggles over her eyes, and bare feet, her army boots sat by the side wall of the dojo.
She closed her eyes, let out a deep breath, and stood up right. For a few moments she just stood and contemplated, putting her hands around the silver cross before running her same hand through her hair. She pulled a pair of earphones out of her ears, the black wire snaking down in her vest and into the pockets of her army shorts. Stepping down from a slightly raised platform, she grabbed a half-empty sport-topped bottle of water, first taking a drink herself, before splashing some on her forehead.
A five minute break, she decided, sitting down by the wall of the dojo. Five minutes, and back to work.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2013 19:04:02 GMT -5
Klaus had finished classes for the day. The normal routine of classes gave way to some free time on his hands before coursework had to be done. Normally he would be spending at least an hour or so training at the dojo while most of the other students left to return to their residences or just hang around with friends. Klaus liked working out at the dojo after class because for the most part there were a lot less people. It was also a nice change of pace from the usual weightlifting and cardio routine as he could actually practice a bit of the various fighting styles he employed, but today he would be practicing some kickboxing. It was something he felt needed to be worked on and improved.
The Swede changed into a simple workout t-shirt and shorts, putting the rest of his things in a locker. He then wrapped his hands, wrists, feet and ankles. While it was not necessary for him due to the sheer resilience of his body overall, he found it to be good practice. Klaus stepped out of the locker room and into the large dojo. To his slight disappointment, someone else had beaten him there. It was a girl, quite a bit shorter than him, then again Klaus was known to be one of the tallest students in Shibusen. She was rather scrawny looking and had short green hair and dark circles under eyes, almost like a panda. It seemed like she was taking a short water break.
The giant walked over to a set of closed doors. He opened them, revealing an equipment closet, and walked in. Klaus had to replace the heavy punching bag he wrecked the last time he was here when Bang grabbed his ass in the middle of a workout. That ultimately caused his his focus to slip drastically and he punched the bag hard enough to tear it and break it off of the chain that kept it in place, slamming into the wall behind it. It took a while to clean up the sand that had spewed out, but he had gotten that done yesterday. Now he just had to replace it. Klaus grabbed a set of chains and a replacement punching back, draping it over his shoulder as though it weighed nothing. He walked back out, closing the doors behind him, and went over to the empty punching bag stand. The Swede clipped the chains in place on the bag and then hoisted it up to the stand, and clipped it there as well.
Admiring his little handiwork, Klaus completely forgot about the girl who currently shared dojo space with him. And he had hoped he continued to forget. Klaus was terribly skittish around unfamiliar people, but he had to swallow his timidness and get to training or else he would never improve. By now this had come easily to him. He took a few steps back from the punching bag, and started to warm up. A little bit of shadow-boxing combined with a few kicks.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2013 19:19:44 GMT -5
It would be a lie if Mackenzie told you she'd noticed the tall student when he walked into the dojo, she didn't. She'd probably have claimed to anyway, but there was no one asking the question. By the time she'd finished and had stepped out for a short break, he was already in the changing rooms. So she sat and contemplated to herself, waiting to cool of and start again. Another half hour, she promised herself. Another half hour, and then she'd leave. Another wholly uninteresting day, for sure. But, as she usually failed to remember, the day hadn't ended yet. There was a lot that could happen within a couple of hours, and probably even less.
However, it didn't mean he avoided her attention when he came back.
It wasn't very often she saw anyone in here, but that could just be a lack of her paying attention to anything else other than her punching bag of choice, and otherwise being to caught up in her own little mind to care much for anything else going on. Today, as it seemed, was her alert day, as she watched the exceptionally tall boy collect up the equipment he needed. Besides, maybe she could learn a trick or two from an observation? There were never enough ways to beat someone, and many less ways to lose, as far as she was concerned, anyway. A thing she didn't really like, and never really did often. So, she could be wrong.
Though, when the giant boy went to lift the punching-bag, he treated it like a sack of air, casually slinging it over his should. Mackenzie lifted a curious eyebrow. For a while she just watched examining his style. It looked as if he frequented this place often, but yet again, she can't remember seeing him here. For a short while, she let him get on with his thing, and she hers, sitting by the side, an earphone blasting music out of it, the other just left absent, producing music needlessly. A sip of water here, and sip of water there. She'd watch now and again. Unlike her, he kicked as much as punched. But he also looked serious. Her fighting style was brought on by years of beating people up, not solely dedicated to a singular art form.
She thought for a second, and she wondered...
"Hey, you." Mackenzie attempted to get his attention. She had a question. "You look like you know what you're doing.". Her brilliant green eyes glared at him, snakelike, but nothing particularly astounding in intellect was there. Just someone who'd been around the wrong kind of block.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 13:55:32 GMT -5
Klaus continued to punch and kick out a rhythm. In his head he played out drum parts from a few work-in-progress songs he had been working on over the weeks. To any casual observer, his strikes seemed erratic, even more so when he threw in a few dodges into his routine. But no, they corresponded to complex compositions, several polyrhythms, and abrupt time signature changes. So a more skilled observer, trying to match normally unfathomable rhythms was a skill in its own right.
When the time to finish his warm-up came, Klaus ended it with a swift kick to the newly installed punching bag. It wasn't a hard kick for him, but it was enough to send it swinging wildly until he grabbed and stopped it. The silence that followed after the loud ringing of chains was quickly broken by a female voice. Klaus more or less froze in place. Normally his spatial awareness was quite good, but he had grown so absorbed into his warm-up routine he shut his surroundings out. With its end the sudden reappearance of the girl in his scope had brought the realization that she had been watching this whole time.
She called out to him, and said something about him looking like he knew what he was doing. How was he going to respond to that. He had no idea. Klaus was never really good around people, especially those unfamiliar to him, and especially those with the sort of intimidating appearance as hers. Granted his was probably just as so. "Th-thanks," was all he could muster.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 22:45:45 GMT -5
"...What're you so shy for. Look at you."She commented harshly. "Built like a tank, looks like you could punch a hole through a wall." She smirked to herself, holding her water bottle with a limp-wrist. There was another long silence in the gym. His reaction was strange. A guy that looked like him should be screaming so much gusto and arrogance that she almost couldn't help but want to shatter teeth. But that wasn't what was going on here. She was facing a human tank. Protecting a human mouse. How interesting. She supposed that stranger things have happened, especially in Shibusen.
For a while, they were just there, letting the silence take a little too much of a firm grasp on the air around them. "So, what is it? Girl to impress, guy to smash in. Angry at the world. Or you just bored." She sounded cocky, arrogant. He was someone she hadn't seen before, and this was 'her place'. She wanted to know why he was here. Partially out of genuine curiosity. Partly to make it known she was here often, and you didn't want to be here as often as she was, regardless of their height difference.
"I'm all 5. Thanks for asking." She added sharply after a while. She got up, and started to do stretches for her next round, all this talking was making her lazy, and she needed to get on with it before the heat went and her muscles went cold. For the most part, she didn't expect him to respond. Not with an attitude like her's, and a social awkwardness like this guys. She wouldn't be surprised if that was it; they'd never speak again. But touching base again. This was Shibusen. Stranger things had happened.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2013 1:29:59 GMT -5
For someone with as pronounced a presence as his, Klaus was unusually quiet and modest. The girl had a point though. The Swedish giant did very much seem to assume the role of the Cowardly Lion. But that was far from the truth. Although Klaus was more timid around unfamiliar people, especially those as outspoken as the one before him, he wasn't a pushover in the slightest sense. Even if his timidness was removed from the equation, he was naturally a soft-spoken person. While he lacked the shoutiness and gusto many others with his sort of physique had, he made up for with focus and determination. But even so, her seemingly harsh words bounced off of him.
The silence that had crept up around them had slowly gained a stranglehold on the atmosphere in the dojo, which was quickly broken up by the girl. Her persistence in trying to start a conversation got the Swede somewhat interested. She wanted to know why he was here it seemed, why he was as huge as he was. It took a little bit for him to muster up a response, but he soon did, "I-its a hobby I guess, a l-lifestyle even." Klaus said. "I-I'm just doing this for me. It's f-fun and I enjoy it. It keeps me in shape and keeps my h-head clear." And with that he started his first set of exercises, mostly cardiovascular drills and a two minute routine against the punching bag.
He wasn't sure just who she was, but he had heard several rumors floating around in the hallways about a particular green-haired girl who liked to skip out on class and spend most of her time here. He was sure that it was mentioned that she was a Meister too. The demon shield had been stuck searching for the right partner for quite a while now, and the incident with the strange Kishin Egg had made his need for a Meister partner even more apparent. [/size]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 14:23:02 GMT -5
Leaving her toned arms hanging by her side, she lifted an eyebrow - this guy was fairly interesting. He was huge, but small. He had no reason to be as shy as he was from a first glance, when he looked like he could send anyone who bad-mouthed him into the nearest wall with barely a flick. That kind of personality seemed rather strange to her. But then again, she'd happily hit anything who glanced at her strangely, and she was a skinny looking thing with the attitude of a pissed of alligator, so she really couldn't say much. Mackenzie would have to learn that judging someone too quickly can lead to surprises. Surprises that were ba more often than good, though this one factored into neither. It was just a plain old surprise. A strange one, but this was Shibusen and stranger things did in fact happen.
By this time five minutes break was long up; routine broken, she decided there was no point bothering to continue; everything in her system was back to casual mode. "I suppose it was an obvious question..." She said quickly. Now ignoring him, she got down onto her knees, holding the silver cross in her hands. She closed sharp lime green eyes, bringing her hands together in front of her face, and she began to murmur in the silence, aside from the occasional hit to the punching-bag that echoed, lonely, in the empty dojo. She stayed like that for just under a minute, before she opened her eyes, and rest the cross gently around her neck; it was the only thing that she'd done that had seemed gentle at all. "Don't mind me." Her harsh tone rang again as she got up, slightly wobbly.
"Shit...why does this-" Kneeling on the floor for the dojo, it seemed, had a habit of making her legs go numb quickly. She made a mental reminder to bring a pillow next time, but at the same time find a way to stop it happening without looking like a Muslim. She growled to herself, annoyed, and picked up her water bottle from the floor. She supposed she better get changed at the least. Sighing, she looked over to the hanging punching bag. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance and stayed silent for a moment, her shoulders hanging. "I suppose I should pack up...ehhh..." She commented quietly to herself, before making her way over to were she had been almost all day.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2013 3:47:27 GMT -5
In a way, she was right. Klaus could have easily gotten his way around here if he had thrown his weight around. Anyone as large and imposing as he appeared could probably take control of a significant portion of the student body in as cliched a way as a typical high school drama or movie. It was more than likely that anyone who stood in his way would get crushed under an iron fist both figuratively and literally. But Klaus was far from that type. But what Mackenzie hadn't considered was not only the Swede's upbringing, but also the cultural differences between Sweden and the US. Then again, the latter would probably stem from the girl's extreme patriotism towards her homeland, the kind shared among those often mocked and parodied by the media. His large stature and modest demeanor would probably make more sense to the girl if she had seen his weapon form.
It was a pretty interesting contrast actually. The giant was modest and meek, and the scrawny was overt and brutish. Klaus continued into the second set of his first workout circuit, letting the silence take over once again save for the distinct buzzing of the industrial-grade fluorescent lighting above them. After a few minutes the girl broke the silence yet again with a harsh word of pardon. Apparently she had knelt down in prayer while he was absorbed into his routine. He hadn't thought much about it though. Her breaking the silence had gotten his attention when he took a very brief water break in between sets.
The Swede noticed she was having some difficulty getting up. "H-hey. Are you alright?" he asked as the lime green-haired girl wobbled to her feet. All he got was a bit of mumbling from her. It was clear she was the type who despised any showings of weakness. In what he perceived as an attempt to recover from that display, she began to walk off. It was an opportunity that Klaus was letting slip away. If he had guessed as much, she was likely desperate for a partner as much as he was. "W-wait! You're a M-Meister right?" he asked. He had strongly hoped his gut instincts were right. "If y-you don't have a w-weapon partner. Maybe we c-could pair up?" Mentally he was kicking himself for asking the girl questions like those out of the blue. But at the same time he really hoped it would pay off. [/size]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 1:38:03 GMT -5
"Why you so curious, hm?" She jived when he asked him if she was ok. A numb leg never hurt anyone, she figured, but mostly she didn't ever want to seem weak in front of anyone, even if it was something as simple as a leg going numb because she'd stopped the blood for slightly. Standing before the large bag, she examined it briefly, before un-clipping the bag from the hook, and hosting it over her shoulder. Not with as much ease as the big guy, she'd admit, as she had to steady it with her other hand. But for someone as skinny as she was, it was probably a miracle she didn't simply snap in two. She adjusted it for a moment until it was more comfortable on her shoulder, if that could even be said, and proceeded to walk towards the large equipment storage to pack it away, the sound of her footsteps echoed in the dojo before...
"W-wait! You're a M-Meister right?" She froze for a few seconds, before starting on her journey again, pulling open the large doors with one hand, before walking in and casually putting the bag back where she had taken it from when the day began. "If y-you don't have a w-weapon partner. Maybe we c-could pair up? Coming out of the storage room she wiped her hands together loudly. Stepping out into the Dojo, Mackenzie eyed up the apparent weapon. Snake-like eyes seemed to stare him down, before she relaxed her pose, pulling her goggles to rest on the crown of her head and putting her hands on her hips, still looking ever serious. "It looks like I draw too much attention to myself than I really need, if anyone can know I'm a Meister." She blew some of her green hair out of her face and shifted her weight on her legs.
"And you don't look like much of a weapon big guy. But maybe that's because you look more of a Meister than a Weapon..." Mackenzie seemed to spent a lot of time examining the huge guy in front of her. A sad but true as it was, she really did need a weapon soon. At the end of the day, as a Meister, there was only so much she could do without one. She grinned to herself. "Well, y'a filthy European, we can't well be partners if we don't even know each others name." Turning behind her, she closed the door of the storage room, having had left it open. "I wouldn't be surprised if ya' didn't already know mine; Mackenzie... She turned around having closed the doors "Mackenzie Lee."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 4:12:14 GMT -5
It seemed like the two of them were heavy hitters. Klaus thought as much as he watched Mackenzie put away the punching bag, although he was confused as to why since more often than not they were just left there. The one he had put up not too long ago was supposed to be a replacement for the one he had broken before it. Despite her much thinner form, she was able to carry it without as much difficulty as an average observer would have thought.
His blue eyes met her serpent green. In his mind they nearly fit the description of Medusa's own snake-like eyes. He couldn't help but feel nervous from the presence she was giving off. She was deceptively strong, that much was certain. And if she was as much a close range fighter as he hypothesized, she could potentially be a good match for his shield form, especially considering the ways in which he could be used for offensive purposes, namely blunt force impacts and stabbing punches.
Klaus didn't know whether to be offended or not by what seemed to be half a joke, and half seriousness. Though the girl's grin seemed to lighten it up a bit. Truth be told he was going to introduce himself after she accepted his offer. "My n-name is Niklas Alexandersson," he smiled and said as he opted to use his full name. He slowly stepped towards her and extended a large hand to shake, "It's n-nice to meet you. I h-hope we'll make a great team." His workout could wait for a bit. Acquiring a Meister partner was the highest priority in this case.
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