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Post by scarecrow117 on Feb 24, 2008 9:38:12 GMT 1
Corey jumped, throwing a roundhouse kick into the air. Landing on his right foot which happened to be the same one he kicked with, he pulled his weight down and threw up his left leg smoothly into a spinning back kick.
He had been training here for nearly an hour. He had drawn a crowd, but he hadn't noticed. He remembered his father teaching him that during training, it was just you and the art. Nothing more. He had registered all the people there, and had taken them into account so if anyone moved, he would be ready.
He just wasn't communicating with them, or letting them interrupt his session. He threw a left punch, then a right elbow, spinning under his invisibly opponent with the speed which he was known for.
He flipped backward, hooking his left leg while kicking upward with his right in a springing back lift kick. Landing on his feet, he breathed deeply, sweating despite the frigid cold. He put his hands together in a prayer like position, and bowed to his invisible enemy. He turned and walked over to the large rock that sat at the edge of a large ravine, and began regaining his strength.
He missed home, the large forests, and pouring rain. This new place seemed so different...So few people were around back home, he wasn't used to having to wait for a line in a store, or sit for hours just to get into an amusement park.
Yet, he strangely liked it here. it was a place where he didn't feel the need to prove himself, to try and be on top. He felt like he could be more open, speak out more often. and he hoped he could for once make a few friends that were truly his, and truly cared for him, and not like him for what was in it for themselves.
He knew he hadn't been trying though, and he kicked himself for it. He made a pledge there, on the side of The mountain, to try and be himself, and not live off what his father said he should be. He would continue to use his advice, but wouldn't remain so closed.
Smiling to himself at the personal liberation he had brought within his mind and soul, Corey looked to the sky. he knew the day was young, and wondered at what it may bring him.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 24, 2008 18:53:07 GMT 1
A loud howl rang out and if the nearby crowd wasn't startled by it, a couple nearby animals were. Out of the bushes rushed a white animal that closely resembled a wolf but only upon closer inspection could anyone really determine that it's actually a mutt--a German Shepherd Husky mix. It first lunged for a snap at Corey's leg, then backed off to bark angrily at him. In all honesty, it was giving some very clear warnings to get the hell away from the rock or risk getting some flesh ripped to pieces... But no one would ever guess that it was holding back just slightly until its owner arrived. Its tail was upright to display its hostility and further prove that it was mutt. Its mixed-up-colored eyes were staring holes into Corey as its fangs were beared and accompanied with a low growl.
"Riesling."
The dog only stopped growling as it stood its ground, ready to pounce. Valencia arrived upon the scene and already got a good idea of what was going on. Her brown-ish "blonde" hair was tied up and gave Corey a lazy gaze while explaining to him her canine's apparent anger.
"You're in his territory... Specifically, next to that rock. He marks a lot of places on this mountain and though we'd usually go to a different spot to train... It doesn't happen unless we assert some kind of standing first."
Valencia was wearing jeans and a black windbreaker over her T-shirt... Proof enough that she indeed trained in the mountains with her dog every so often. She isn't one to start challenges like these, but this time, it was for Corey's sake. Her dog was a considerably worse opponent to deal with compared to Valencia (due to lawsuits and possible irrepairable damage). Besides, sparring against a live opponent is better than with air and if her dog is satisfied, he'll leave Corey be. She had a faint familiar feel towards the young man, but didn't recall that he showed up in her dream. All she did was wait casually for his response instead of getting into a stance or something like that.
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Post by scarecrow117 on Feb 25, 2008 1:15:42 GMT 1
Corey was surprised by the creature suddenly bursting out of the nearby bush, and so he turned bringing his hands up to his face in order to catch the animal while never taking his eyes off of it.The beast stopped short however, taking a quick bite at his legs then barking furiously. It looked like a white Wolf, but they were only found in Alaska and some northern European countries.
He frowned, wondering why it had stopped its attack. He was relieved to note that it was satisfied with barking and snarling at him, but it also seemed to be waiting for somthing...but what?
'Riesling' A girl came walking towards him and the animal, and at the name he saw the animal back down, but only just. He was impressed by its level of obediance, and he guessed they must spend alot of time together.
"You're in his territory... Specifically, next to that rock. He marks a lot of places on this mountain and though we'd usually go to a different spot to train... It doesn't happen unless we assert some kind of standing first."
He sighed at the challenge the girl gave him. it had been a short while since he had trained, but he could already feel his strength had returned, and though he wasn't at one hundred percent, he knew that he couldn't just walk away.
Any normal man would have laughed at the suggestion, perhaps poking fun of the fact that she was a girl, or that He was perhaps stronger, but Corey wasn't one of them. He knew to never underestimate his opponent, and to always give it his all.
Looking over the girl, he felt a sudden familiarity towards her, like they had met before, but he couldn't for the life of him remember. It was as though they had a connection of sorts, but he just couldn't put the face on the place. He shook his head to clear it of these thoughts...it must all be in his head...
Corey jumped down from the rock, stretching the slightly stiff with cold muscles before turning to her. "Assert..? hmm...ive already had my training for the day, but i must admit, i haven't had a live training partner in months. I would be honored to spar with you." He pressed his hands together, bowed, then rolled his shoulders to release tension. It was exhilerating to know that he would finally be able to test himself, and he hoped she gave it her best, because he knew that he would.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 25, 2008 2:09:14 GMT 1
Valencia sighed lightly and found herself in yet another position where she'd have to initiate the fight. It wasn't her strongest suit, particularly since Corey was better built for combat than she was, but skills always make up for inconveniences. The Asian approached Corey at a brisk pace as her dog got out of the way and stood off to the side, not letting its eyes stray from the young man for an instant. The moment Valencia was within a yard of Corey, she lunged forward on her right leg and aimed a left jab for his left shoulder. Following that, she'd withdraw her left to her chin and send a right hook into his left rib. Something to get things started. It wasn't the damage that counted, but the catalyst to action.
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Post by scarecrow117 on Feb 25, 2008 2:18:36 GMT 1
Corey spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity, spreading his arms wide to add balance as she came forward, and threw a punch at his shoulder. He bent his knees, catching her left arm that was where his shoulder used to be with his left hand. While holding the grip on her wrist, he spun under her left arm, and threw a punch that he positioned to land on the left side of her face that was exposed.
Knowing that such a move would leave his midsection open and his hands unavailable to block, Corey brought his left knee up to defend his midsection from any blows she might try with her free right arm or a knee she might think bring up to his kidneys.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 25, 2008 4:10:13 GMT 1
((OOC: You didn't really specify which direction you were spinning, or maybe even turning, and where you ended up, but I went with the direction that seemed the most logical. Feel free to PM me if I'm mistaken.))
The moment her left was caught, Valencia knew that she had to adapt on the fly... As usual. Luckily, she had her height and experience as a ballroom dancer at her disposal. Corey was nearly a full foot taller than her, so for her to aim for his shoulder would leave her own shoulder shielding her chin during the jab. For him to spin under her arm would require even more height and in turn, protection on the Asian's part as long as she lowers her head behind her left arm. As for the dancing bit, Valencia will know Corey's center of gravity as long as he is holding onto her.
Valencia sensed one of his feet leaving the ground as his punch connected with the more solid parts of her skull, so her senses were temporarily out, but not enough to keep her from knowing where it came from. She shifted her weight to her other leg and threw herself against Corey along with a right jab flying towards the bottom of his ribcage following a second after the shove. With her left wrist still in Corey's hand, it was clear that Valencia simply planned to knock him over instead of break free just yet. Someone with his knee in the air was just an opportunity she couldn't resist.
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Post by scarecrow117 on Feb 25, 2008 4:26:36 GMT 1
OOC:(( well, with your characters arm extended toward my left shoulder, i would be spinning under your arm so as to appear on your left side, with your left arm directly in front of me. so my punch would have come from your direct left. i believe that you got it right )) IC: Corey felt solid connection with her skull, but not in the area he intended. While surely his punch must have been disorienting, it would not cause the amount of damage he had intended. He felt her weight shift and push into him, knocking him off balance. He was forced to bring down his knee defense in order to stumble back to balance. he saw her punch flying for his rib cage. with both arms tied up and his leg defense now working on trying not to fall, it left his ribs open for a costly blow. Knowing that a punch to the stomach for him word hurt less than a punch to the ribs,he twisted his body just enough so that her punch would land into the middle of his stomach, just below the abdomen, right around the belly button. twisting the grip on her arm so that he held the top of her wrist instead of the side,Corey pulled her arm under his right arm which was still extended, so that her left shoulder was under his arm pit. Feeling her punch land, he tightened his stomach, letting out a sharp grunt of air that would relieve some of the power from her blow. He felt it land in his lower stomach, and though it hurt, her smaller amount of strength made it so the shot didn't cost his body much. With her left arm under his right arm, Corey dug his feet in and used his body to stop the force she was exerting to push him over, and then brought his right arm up, hooking it at a ninety degree angle and bringing it down with the intention of raining an elbow on the back of her undefended head.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 25, 2008 8:35:22 GMT 1
He stumbled back. Meh. Not quite the fall-over-to-your-doom Valencia was going for, but it was enough backing off for her to keep up her assault. Corey, on the other hand, wasn't going to concede too soon. He pulled her left arm with his left across his body in attempt to pin it under his right armpit. In the most honest kind of truth out there, Valencia thought it was the most awkward tactic position anyone would put themselves into, but she had to admit that she did weird things out of desperation sometimes too.
On the other hand, it's mostly because she landed herself into those situations. Valencia allowed her arm to be held by his right armpit to trap his left arm between the two of them. The moment he raised his right arm with the intent to slam her head with an elbow, he freed Valencia's left. She grabbed Corey's left arm with her right to move it out of the way for her to shift to her right in attempt to avoid the elbow. With her left, she aimed the best uppercut she could muster at this close range towards Corey's chin.
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Post by scarecrow117 on Feb 25, 2008 10:09:02 GMT 1
OOC: (( i wasn't sure of the direction in which you took my left arm, so i gave it my best judgment))
IC: Corey smirked. He saw the flaw in his tactic even as he performed it. While the upper cut she aimed hadn't been accounted for, he knew that his left arm would be caught and pulled out of the way. Registering the uppercut heading for his chin, Corey made a quick analytical decision, and decided on his best course of action.
Twisting the wrist on his left arm, he used his Superior strength to wrap his hand around her wrist, freeing his left hand while putting her right arm under his control. Next, he did the hardest thing he had to. He let her fist connect with his chin. throwing his head back absorbed some of the punch, but it still hurt. alot. yet not enough to take his mind off the task at hand. though his head was facing up, his eyes were down on the hand that was where his chin was. corey would then Quickly drop his right arm, grabbing the wrist of her left arm with his right, and spin his right arm, while still holding her right arm, up over her head so he would then be behind her with her right arm across her body.
He would then pull with his left arm so both her arms would then be crossed over her body. Next he would head-butt the back of her head,hard, sending blinding pain rupturing through her skull.pain enough to disorient her, then would quickly switch arms, so that his left was holding her left, and his right was holding her right. He'd pull again with both arms, this time out, so her shoulders would be straight, and she wouldn't likely react due to the lingering pain in the back of her head.
He would then throw a kick to the back of her left knee, intending to drop her down to that knee and while she was falling throw another kick to her other knee, so she was thus, on both knees with her arms level with her shoulders. next he would plant a foot to her back between the shoulder blades, hyper-extending her back and arms, then push her face into the dirt with the power of the leg in her back.
He then intended to stand on her back while pulling on her arms. Knowing that her upper body would most likely not be strong enough to push the weight off her back, the pain that would rip through her shoulders and into her back muscles would be excruciating. Knowing the crucifix was one of the most dificult moves to counter, Corey only hoped he would get that far.
((EDIT: rewrote the part about the elbow, didnt see your avoiding it before))
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 26, 2008 4:33:01 GMT 1
((OOC: There really was nowhere else for Valencia to move Corey's left arm except for off to his left and out of her way, so you figured right. Meanwhile, just so you'd know, I usually interpret spinning as anything more than one rotation or around 180 degrees at the very least. For now, I'm assuming that you mean turning or that 180 mark unless you mean otherwise.))
Valencia's left uppercut to connected with Corey's chin while he switched the grip and got her right wrist with his left. When to comes to landing blows, they are the most effective when they follow through. Valencia couldn't recall the exact formula in physics, but she knows for sure that if her left fist hits Corey's chin, it'll be more effective if the force kept going instead of stopping where it hit. Most successful hits are like that anyhow and the only time hits like that stop upon impact if the fighter has bad habits and somehow learned how to consciously control themselves mid-action.
So her fist slid off to the left edge of Corey's jaw and out of his right's grabbing range whether or not she registered his intent, since she can only sense so much while resisting his grip. Valencia swung her left arm against her opponent's neck, moreso to push herself even more into Corey than do damage with the so-chop. However, a rather signature move was going to happen instead... Judging from from how she lunged herself forward again against her opponent, Valencia was aiming to loop her left arm around the back of Corey's neck into a headlock. If she's successful, the back of his neck would be securely against her left armpit, ready to squeeze... But only under one condition: With Corey in control of her right arm, he may still yet do some damage to her. As long as that possibility is out there, she isn't afraid to change the rules of a spar into a fight.
Riesling watched on and licked his chops, agitated that he wasn't allowed to break any rules unless his master permitted it. He was getting bored and felt like taking a bite out of Corey instead of letting this relatively brief fight continue, but of course, Riesling always had a long history of biting when he felt like it. If the mutt could speak, he'd merely murmur...
[red]I just want my damn rock.[/red]
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Post by scarecrow117 on Feb 26, 2008 16:23:02 GMT 1
OOC:((Well, in can understand that i guess. ill try and use turning for you from now on, though I'm going to try and turn things around from fighting ) Corey watched the fist continue off his chin, out of reach of his right hand, then draw back to land a blow against his neck. With her right arm out of the way of her body, and her left arm already in flight to his neck, it left her midsection open for an efficient ju-jit-sui take down. He knew that she may try to bring her legs up into some defense, but he didn't plan on going low enough for that. Instead, he brought his right arm down, so it was sort of hooked over her left arm which was extended, and use his hand to get an upside-down grip on her neck. He would then push with that grip, not to try in any sense to crush her windpipe, only to try and force her eyes to look away from what she was doing, and to knock her off balance. at the same time, he lunged forward unexpectedly, and would wrap his legs around her upper thighs, just below the crotch. His weight would crash into her, and make her stumble back, but with his legs wrapped around hers,they wouldn't to be able to move effectively at all, and she would almost certainly trip and fall backward. As they fell, Corey would shoot out his legs, catching his weight so he didn't crash on top her and possibly injure her, while also releasing his grip on her neck and instead bring them to the back of her neck, trying to avoid any rocks she may hit. While they're "spar turned scrap" was far from the possibility of determining a winner, he hoped maybe they could rest for a bit. Though he wasn't showing it due to training, he was beginning to feel his strength ebb at him, and though he had plenty left, he didn't want to risk a fight when all he wanted was to train. He knew that her fighting back with more determination was his fault. It had just been too long since he sparred with another person, and he was used to using damaging moves against his punching bag and invisible foes. While he knew she wasn't weak in the least, he also knew that she might take his aggressiveness in a different way then he intended. After discerning that she wouldnt be injured from the fall, Corey would then lunge to the side, a few feet away from her, and pull out of his fighting stance. He would speak politely and truthfully. "You are a very good fighter and i would love to continue our spar, but i find myself late for a 10:30 lunch at the base of the mount. care to join me?" He hoped his gesture would appeal to her, and that she would take the bait that he didn't wish to continue fighting. If she misread his intentions, he would of course have to continue, but would always be looking for the first chance to appease her.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Feb 27, 2008 17:05:53 GMT 1
((OOC: Edited as I said I would in event of confusion. Pardon the wait. I had trouble comprehending the extra details you've sent as well, so bear with me if this post is sloppy.))
Uppercuts go up. If there's one thing that Valencia appreciates most about height differences, it's that some attacks can also come with its own defense... A la, when she jabbed his shoulder earlier. She was pushing herself forward as she began to hook (more like swing) into a headlock, for there was only so far back she could draw her arm to strike him when the distance between his neck and her followed-through uppercut should suffice enough for the attack (not like she meant it to hurt anyhow, as explained earlier). The distance between the two prior to her following-through was already close, barely a foot once you think about it, and for Valencia to shoot a blow to her opponent's left with her left (crossing over her front) leaves her weapons far from the notion of “outside” or “away from” her body. Nonetheless, Corey was willing to null attacks in light of these details, like most people would. After all, details are details in the grand scheme of things.
From Valencia's perspective, Corey trying to hook his right elbow over her left bicep as she's attacking outside of his visual range... Was begging for a game of Twister. Especially since her bicep, due to height differences, is next to her face. So with that said, instead of really hooking his arm into Valencia's comfort zone where he plans to get her neck, he just elbowed her head, right into her left eyebrow... Which definitely isn't as “pleasant” compared to an earlier scenario when he got the top of her skull. Meanwhile, Valencia was still intent on holding Corey's neck with her arm... As Corey decided to jump on her. Valencia wasn't your typical fighter, but...
WHAT KIND OF FRIKKIN' SCHOOL TAUGHT YOU HOW TO FIGHT!?
When you jump on people during Twister, they're bond to fall over. This Vietnamese woman wasn't exempt from the laws of gravity, particularly since both of their relative forward momentums didn't cancel out all the way. Despite her ballroom dancing experience, the very least Valencia can do is pivot on her heel to the left so they fall on their sides as opposed to Corey falling on top of her.
When he released her right wrist and everything else he decided to tangle her up with, she kept her end of the unspoken deal and let go of his neck. He moved away from her as she only moved a smaller distance away from him when they both got up and he spoke. She gave her response to acknowledge him, since her blind-looking eyes certainly didn't...
"If you're willing to offer some of your food to me and my dog, I'd be glad to take up on your offer. I only brought so much for a regular training session... But if you share the same kind of reasoning of carrying only enough food for yourself, it's alright. There's no need for us to linger any longer and be an inconvenience."
Geez... What's up with everyone hitting my head... Is the world TRYING to give me a concussion...?
Riesling figured the spar-thing was over by now and headed over to his rock to do his thing. Once that was finished, he moved to Valencia's side to receive a scratch behind the ears. He's a big dog and his fearsome gaze could be misinterpreted in all sorts of ways, especially that moment as he stared at Corey.
[red]Hey. Dog food. My human is talking to ya.[/red]
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Post by scarecrow117 on Mar 8, 2008 0:22:42 GMT 1
Corey's elbow struck the top of the womans head, which wasn't exactly where he had planned his arm to go, but he had used enough force in his move to know that it would probably hurt. Meanwhile, his body grasp had worked, the ju-jit-su take down falling into place. But, instead of falling back wards as Corey had planned, they fell to the side, sort of tangled up.
'This wouldn't be the best place for her if i decided to continue with my submission' Corey mused to himself. Instead, he rolled to the side as he told himself he would and cracked his neck, rubbing his elbow where it had hit the side of her face. He watched the dog, wary of its glare but not afraid in the least. It was menacing to be sure, but Corey wasn't one to be pushed around, even by an animal.
"Sounds good! Lets head out then." Corey turned around and made his way through the people who had crowded around to watch the fight. Corey turned his head to the girl who was walking with him."So, where you learn to fight?" he asked politely, knowing she probably had the same question for him and he wanted to know as well.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 8, 2008 6:59:14 GMT 1
As soon as Corey turned away, Valencia massaged the parts of her head where she got bumped with a few fingers to check for any developing bruises. She made it a habit to cover them up with her hair whenever they appear, especially after a stunt gone wrong, but this time she didn't need to worry so much about that. She followed behind with Riesling on her heels, the two of them paying little mind to the spectators (save for the mutt snapping at whoever didn't move away quick enough). The dog snuffed at Corey when he turned over to ask Valencia about where she learned how to fight. If Riesling could speak, he'd go on forever about how he played a large role in Valencia's training, but thankfully, the Asian had less to say...
"Nowhere in particular. Probably everywhere. I pick things up and use 'em whenever I feel the need to."
The older woman wasn't exactly a talkative person, so she left out all the important details that'd be reserved for only the closest of allies. Meanwhile, she sensed that Corey was feeling uneasy about her. It made sense, since people try to be more sincere whenever they mean no ill-will. As a result, she tried to be a bit more approachable... By just a few sentences.
"As for you? I understand that there are all kinds of styles out there that work in their own way, but I seldom find it practical to ever use legs as shields."
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Post by scarecrow117 on Mar 10, 2008 5:29:27 GMT 1
Corey smiled. "Clearly you've never heard of mountain wushu" He didn't know if she knew that wushu meant kung-fu, but he used the word anyway because thats what he was used to. Talking to females, especially attractive ones who could fight, now THAT was something he wasn't used to. But trying to attract women wasn't really on his mind at this point in time, even though,secretly, he wanted female attention.
David continued to walk down the mountain, the lodge that he had reservations at just coming into view. It was still some distance off, but it was at least within sight. He returned his attention to her question. " I've been trained in martial arts since a young age, and in that particular spar, i was mostly using tai-chi and ju-jit-su submissions." He didn't tell her that most of them were basic level ones, except for the planned crucifix.
Corey shuddered. What the hell had he been thinking? using the crucifix in a training match? He really needed to get his head back into things, and stop taking things so seriously.
"So, how about you? You seem as graceful as a swan, and quick too!" He hoped that didn't come out as some cheesy way of hitting on her, he was just genuinely curious.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 10, 2008 5:58:34 GMT 1
"Swans are very violent birds. Far reach and tries to peck out eyeballs... I didn't really think of myself as a swan, but I guess it's pretty close. If anything, I was thinking more along the lines of snakes."
Constricting, close-range fighting... Vipers have amazing self-control, I guess... To gauge how much venom to inject...
Valencia continued her mental tangent about snakes as they wandered along. She was mostly oblivious to whether or not it was a compliment aimed for her heart, so Corey had nothing to worry about in that aspect. If anything, he had to worry more about Valencia's protective dog than her scorn. The canine snuffed and kept his growling to himself. When the lodge came into view, Valencia was a bit surprised that there was one at all. She didn't make a huge deal about it though. She trained in the more wilderness-like regions of the mountainside and the most civilization she found until now were scattered picnic tables. Plus, she stuck to her favorite spots for years anyhow and they probably made a lodge during that time.
"No particular person formally taught me how to fight. I had to pick up everything on my own. You can say that I learned opportunistically."
In other words, she learned how to fight through self-defense and instincts. Only on rare occasions did acquaintances challenge her abilities for the sake of expanding her repetoire, like for stunts, old times' sakes, and...
I wonder how they're doing right now...
She looked at her dog and thought about how his previous owner and trainer were faring. They must be still alive somewhere, but it has been a long time since they last met. Riesling looked up to her and grinned with his pearly white fangs. He even wagged his tail to boot. When she looked away, Riesling resumed directing his quiet annoyance towards Corey.
"How long have you been training out here? And where do you live, exactly?"
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Post by scarecrow117 on Mar 10, 2008 6:09:02 GMT 1
David was a bit surprised to learn that she had no real formal training. But he guessed she wasn't the first he had fought that didn't train in any formal martial arts. They reached the side of the cabin, then turned to the girl. " Ill be right back" He went inside, walked up to the counter and said " i have an order to go"
He walked back out about ten minutes later with a bunch of food. Thinking she might be skeptical about how much he ordered without knowing they were going to be there, he said " I order alot because i eat, then train, then eat again. but i think I'm going to take the rest of the day off."
He turned toward a trail, then swiveled his head back to look at her. " you comin'" he asked politely. It looked like he was leading them into the woods, but actually, about a mile away, he had found a small clearing surrounded by trees and underbrush. He seriously doubted anyone knew about it, since it was far from where people were supposed to go. He always ate there, and had even stored a blanket in a small knoll in a tree for him to eat on.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 10, 2008 16:58:55 GMT 1
Before Corey could answer her questions, he had to get the food. He turned to her, reassured her that he will return, then headed off. Valencia looked at her dog and Riesling looked back at his human. He sat down and showed his teeth as he mentally expressed "More Reasons to Not Like [insert name here]"... Of course, since Valencia can only read emotions when they're expressed physically (and guess the thoughts associated if there're enough clues), there was no chance that she could delve into the mental confines of her dog's mind.
[red]What a doofus. Is my owner too good to go with you or are you just being "nice"? Pheh. What a naive, little, little boy...[/red]
When Corey returned, he had lots of consumables with him. Before Valencia could ask, he explained how he managed his diet during training. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing to do, since being too full during extreme activities can lead to problems, but she just went along with it because she didn't know the details anyhow. Corey then asked if Valencia was going to follow, since she didn't know where he usually ate. With a shrug, she picked up her feet and went after him. Riesling growled and was obligated to watch over his human, so he followed suit. For the sake of being nice, Valencia offered some help.
"Not to say that you can't carry all that, but I wouldn't mind giving you my assistance for treating me."
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Post by scarecrow117 on Mar 17, 2008 3:08:42 GMT 1
OOC((sorry for long delay...lot going on right now))
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Corey turned and began to walk up the small trail. It had seemed like he only just turned around when the girl offered her assistance in carrying the bags. He shrugged. Handing over some of the bags, about half of them, Corey turned and continued walking up the trail. Flicking his eyes over the path carefully, Corey began to become a little worried. He had been up this trail many times, and the only time he had ever seen tracks were when it was his own from the day before.
This day, however, heavy bootprints were methodically stomped into his green mountain path, as though someone had been running. Corey crouched slowly, setting his food down and to the side, and examined them. He wasn't exactly an expert on matters of the woods, but he had picked up a few things here and there from school field-trips he had been on and various things he had researched himself.
Upon closer examination, he saw, scattered among the boot-prints, small footprints, like that of a child. Bringing his eyebrows down, Corey racked his mind for any information he could have heard about a missing kid. Maybe the bootprints were of people who were looking for her...He reprimanded himself. He knew, judging from the depth of the footprints, he knew they were running. The girl included.
He turned back to the girl who had followed him, then looked behind her to see if anyone else was coming around the small crook in the path he had only moments before led them through. After he was sure that nobody else was forthcoming, He grabbed the food and continued walking down the path. He wouldn't say anything,yet, because he hoped that it would be possible to avoid any confrontation, but it disturbed him that some elder male or female was chasing a little girl.
"So, you have a name?" He asked.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 18, 2008 7:08:22 GMT 1
Valencia received the bags with food and as they meandered along, Riesling picked up some strange scents in the air long before the two humans did. The dog assumed that other humans travelled along the path, but it wasn't like he knew that these details were peculiar compared to Corey's observations. They stopped when Corey knelt down to feel some tracks and though Valencia had her own habit of taking in her surroundings, she, like Riesling, could not have possibly known the strange nature of these prints... At best and from a glance, she'd assume that someone was running and playing in the woods, like a game of tag.
Corey turned around and continued the trek, seemingly keeping his thoughts to himself as he asked for Valencia's name. She felt little need to inquire too much about something that wasn't her business, so she simply answered and readied herself for whatever else that may come.
"Indeed I do. Valencia Donahue. I believe it's only sensible that you in turn give me your entitlement."
...As for her canine, the dog sneered at Corey. It was like the dog had a better idea of what was going on than his owner did... And wanted to be the first to take the credit for "giving Valencia the lo-down" instead of giving Corey any kind of opportunity to appear worthwhile. Aggressive? Check. Protective? Check. Competitive? Check. Riesling is one heck of strange white dog...
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