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Playing in the Rain; Learning to fight. Open
Topic Started: Oct 6 2007, 05:33 PM (104 Views)
Sheppard
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The first drops of rain crashed against the stone, dark clouds rolling in above, casting a gray hue on the atmosphere. The clock struck twelve, and the storm came down, the clouds unleashing themselves upon the city as the soft drizzle turned to a down pour. A flash erupted off in the distance, a great thunderous rumble followed.

Soft foot steps made there way up the steps, leather boots splashing there way to the door. A hand reached from white sleeves, pulling on the door handle. It didn't budge, it was locked. The figure turned from the building, his head cloaked in a pool of shadow cast by the hood of his cloak.

Emerald eyes peered from the darkness, looking out upon the courtyard. He said nothing, nor did he move, standing cold as the icy rain that fell upon the stone. The wind blew violently, gust after gust throwing the rain to the side, sweeping through the figure's white attire.

OOC: So, I haven't done too much fighting, so I figure I was just ganna sorta learn here. Maybe someone would give me a lesson or something similar. Preferably no firearms.
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Mand'alor
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My heavy metal toed boots splashed as I walked, the rain coming down in a steady flow all around me. Rather than risk water damage to my Commando armor I had decided to leave in my other gear, leather combat pants and chest protector with my trademark Ballistics Mesh jacket. I dont need weapons here, so I left the gun belt and rifles back in the room. Its just time for a little time with the rain, just me and nature. The sound is almost musical, a thousand raindrops impacting at different speeds and different depths, creating a type of melody thats unique in the moment, provided you stop and want to listen. Time seems to stretch on forever, just the sound of falling water like the faint drumbeat, the pulse of the universe locked in never ending moment.

Then im not alone, one of the new recruits is up ahead, maybe he likes walks in the rain as much as I do. Hes dressed in white, standing in the washout of the icey downpoor. The water beading from his hair whipped to the side in the torrent of the rushing wind. I dont know what hes waiting for, maybe hes like me in that he needs to occasionaly stand in the rain to feel alive, or to feel like the heavens are weeping to clean me of the sins of this wretched life of mine.

But I dont say anything, for a long moment I just let the silence between us grow, content to lsiten to the sound of a thousand raindrips falling to the ground, and to feel the chill of the icey air tearing through my wet clothing. The cold is good, it means im alive, that at least for another day ive survived in an unforgiving world. For a time, their is no talking, only the silence, only the pulse of the rain that thunders in my ears.
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His hands reach up to his hood, pulling it back to reveal his long ivory white hair. He smiles for a moment, retrieving a hair tie from his pocket, quickly styling his long hair into a pony tail. It was dreadfully ugly, but was as practical as he could make it for the meantime. Normally he was an in and out kind of guy, and didn't like getting caught up in a fight. But he needed to learn how to fight if he was going to survive. He'd seen this man before, and had a good feeling he was a talented fellow. Maybe he was giving lessons.

Stepping forward, Sheppard stepped into a makeshift stance that he assumed would be good. He hadn't any training in any sort of martial art, so everything he had was entirely his own, knowing not to try and copy something he'd seen on TV.

Lowering himself, he hoped to gain some stability, both legs bent. He aimed his shoulder towards the man, making his position narrow as only his side was immediately exposed. Both his hands were up, guarding his face while very capable of moving side to side and protecting himself from the waist up. Blocking the lower half would be done with his legs.

His stance looked somewhat like that of a martial art, enough so that it would appear that Sheppard wanted to fight. Hopefully the man got the message.
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