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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2013 19:43:15 GMT -5
Lourdes yawned as she pushed open the dojo doors. It was a bright and early Monday morning not long past 6am. Lourdes needed to practice her Wing Chun as she usually did every morning before classes began. She would usually be practicing with her older brother Damien, but he was away on a mission with his weapon partner. This unfortunately, left Lourdes to her own time and she needed to work on her stance and technique. Lourdes was dressed in her usual ballet leotard with her ballet flats on. The reason for her attire was because she frequently would intertwine her Wing Chun practice with her ballet training in order to improve her flexibility and technique. She shrugged off her hoodie and closed the door. Lourdes lowered herself to the ground as she performed a simple split. She stretched herself out using her leg and then began to stretch the other direction until her back was to the floor. She then stood up and stretched each of her arms. Lourdes has a tendency to get stiff easily if she didn't stretch beforehand so this was why she was doing such a thorough job. Lou tied her hair up in a bun and then stood up straight. Lou then placed herself in the first position of ballet as she closed her eyes. She quickly went to the next position and with no hesitation began her third position. Yet suddenly, she rushed forward on her feet into a strike with her palm outwards. She would so often combine Wing Chun with ballet, it seemed like a habit. She started all of this over again but this time she raised her arm in defense along with another outward strike with her palm. The ease the punches came out with was acquired after years of training.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 14:06:33 GMT -5
It was early, but Zia was awake anyways. She had got up early to do her morning prayers, as she always did, but today she had nothing else to do afterwards - no classes! That meant she had the day to herself, and Zia had been too restless for reading or studying, so she dressed in simple workout clothing and toddled to the dojo for some training. She had been staying active, but it was nice to go and hone your skills, and Zia had read a really good book on martial arts techniques and was looking forward to trying them out.
When she walked in, someone else was in the dojo, already working on their training regimen. Zia watched for a moment, but then made her way to the back and began stretching. Zia wasn't wearing any jewelry, a strange sight for her, and even she had to admit that she missed the familiar jingle of metal when she moved. It was nice to wear her comfy clothing, though - running shorts, sports bra, baggy tank top. She wore no shoes, though. Zia had never owned a pair of running shoes, and her feet were tough from the long days on digs with her father, and she felt more stable when she could feel the ground under her feet anyways. She bent down to touch her toes, her hands only making it to about her knees. While Zia was fast and agile, she wasn't the most flexible person. Maybe doing some deep stretching would help improve that.
As she began doing sit-ups, Zia couldn't help but occasionally glance over and see the other girl practice what appeared to be ballet with some form of fighting Zia had never seen. Zia paused to watch, hands behind her head, frozen in a half-sit up position, wondering what it was this girl was doing.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 20:40:46 GMT -5
Practice was brutal as usual. The one thing Lourdes hated more than anything was when she didn';t practice her ballet for any amount of time. Every time she got lazy and would skip a day of practice, it seemed she would get more tense and wouldn't be as flexible or be able to do her turns as easily as she had been able the day before. And unfortunately, Lou had decided to skip two days of workouts in order to lounge about the house all day for the weekend.
So when Lou went for a turn and hit the pavement she grimaced. That had hurt really bad. Lou stayed on the ground in the spot for a few seconds as she enjoyed the cool feeling of the dojo floor on her face and bruised body. "Better get up before someone sees you embarrass yourself even further" Lou murmured to herself as she stood up. She dusted herself off and rubbed her shoulder which had taken the brunt of her tumble on the floor. Dammit, it was out of socket she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and positioned her hand over her shoulder.
"Do it quick, do it quick, do it quick" she thought as she jammed her arm back into its socket and a deafening crack and pop filled the silence of the dojo. Before she could stop herself profanity flew out of her mouth as she cursed in Spanish, a few in English and once in German surprisingly. She rubbed her shoulder and tested it out. It moved like normal and didn't seem to have any residual problems. So as Lou ran her hand through her hair she turned around and saw that someone else had entered the dojo. "Um, hi?" Lourdes greeted as she waved her hand. She then dropped her hand when she realized that the stranger had not only just seen her slam on the ground, stay on the floor like an imbecile, place her arm back into socket and also curse like a sailor. Lourdes' face grew as red as a tomato and her cheeks burned. "You saw all of that didn't you?" Lou asked as she lowered her head
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 0:11:59 GMT -5
The girl fell hard on her shoulder, and Zia gasped, instinctively reaching out towards her when she didn't immediately spring up, but she shook herself up and Zia found herself exhaling. Of course you'd take a few tumbles during training. Done with her own stretches, Zia pulled a slim book out of her bag and opened to a page on punches. It was an old book on judo forms, but since Zia's weapon form was a Gauntlet, she figured honing her defense might be a good idea. She Set the book by her feet and crouched nearby, mirroring the arm movements from the book one by one, trying to ingrain them in her muscle memory.
A sickening popping noise filled the silence and Zia fell backwards in surprise, shoulders hunching. Sympathy pains, she thought as she rotated her own shoulders, wiggling her fingers and shuddering. It sounded nasty, but the stream of curse words that flew out of the other girl's mouth were undoubtedly worse. Zia's shocked and somewhat ill expression snapped into a guilty mask as the only other inhabitant of the dojo finally noticed her presence. She raised a sheepish hand in greeting. "Hi," she echoed. It was obviously awkward for both of them, which negated any of it at all. Zia stood up and twisted her body in a stretch as the other girl turned red as a lobster.
"Saw? Not really. I did hear it though." Zia laughed. "I'd be howling in pain right now if it were me!" She walked over to the other girl, crossing her hands behind her back in a relaxed position. "Are you okay? That was some nasty noises your shoulder made." Zia had never seen someone set a dislocated limb before, and she was both disgusted and fascinated at the same time.
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