Post by Tiao Lei Shen on May 2, 2007 22:40:48 GMT 1
(OOC: Not closed, but not exactly open. I'd rather you not just stumble upon my house, so please, come up with a good reason to see me.)
The way of the family is in harmony.
Tiao stared at the placemat that sat before his front doors, containing a hysterical laugh as he shook his head slowly. The irony wasn't lost on the only child of the chinese family, though it likely bypassed the many visitors their home had daily. Tiao reached for the doorknob, taking a step back as the door opened inward, followed by the exit of two well dressed, chinese men. The first of the two gave Tiao a firm nod, who only narrowed his eyes in return.
He kept his gaze on the two men, even as he walked through the door. After they got into their car and began to turn around to drive out their long driveway, Tiao closed the door. He threw his backpack against the wall, making a mental note to pick it up before his father came home. He walked through the living and dining rooms, making his way into the kitchen as he spotted his small framed mother.
"Mother," Tiao spoke in Cantonese, the language most spoken in their home. "Who was just here?"
"Father's businessmen." The well dressed woman spoke plainly, knowing full well Tiao wasn't to question anything once his parents had spoken, especially when it came to his father. "You have schoolwork?" she changed to English, contrasting her plain tone with a lighter one.
Tiao nodded his head, showing his understanding of her first statement, and answering her second question. "Some. I plan to finish afternoon excersises first." His mother nodded, and Tiao walked through the kitchen, going past his father's study and making his way out one of the glass back doors of their house, into the backyard.
Tightening his hat as he walked, Tiao made his way to the center of their back estate, providing him more than enough room. He proceeded to do the full version of all twenty-one forms he knew, flowing into the next form as he finished one without hesitating a move. Wiping his brow with his wrist, Tiao made his way over to the wing-chun dummy, proceeding to work on his close quarters strikes and reactions. He struck each branch with full power, enough to bust through the oak had the dummy not been made to spin and give with each attack. He palmed the center post, conditioning his hands as he dug his finger tips into the wood each time, callousing the digits.
Some time later, Tiao decided to skip to his final daily excercise, content that he spent enough time on the wing chun dummy to convince his mother he had done all tasks for his father. He grabbed two thickly glazed vases, filling them halfway with water. He gripped the skinny necks of each of them as he slid into horse stance, bending his knees and straightening his back. Holding each vase in an extended arm, he squeezed his hand into a tiger claws, forcing his hands to keep each watery glazed vase from slipping out his hand. It was the excercise he hated the most, simply for the fact he had to remain still for a period of time. However, it was this that gave his hands the tearing power he needed.
What had to be several minutes later, Tiao heard a car pull up in the driveway. Tiao set the vases down, stretching his arms and walking over to the side gate. His father had likely just gotten home, and Tiao wasn't in the right mindset for dealing with him as of yet. Tiao closed the gate behind him, walking around the long path to the front of the house where Tiao took a seat on the railing of their expanding front porch.
He stared outwards, overlooking everything but nothing in particular. While his eyes loomed outwards, his mind looked inwards, his after training thoughts popping back into his mind.
Its only a matter of time before I prove myself to you father, I'm sure of it. I failed to defeat the Jap, but next time I'll take his head to you. Perhaps then you can look at me with something other than disgust, and I can relax.
The way of the family is in harmony.
Tiao stared at the placemat that sat before his front doors, containing a hysterical laugh as he shook his head slowly. The irony wasn't lost on the only child of the chinese family, though it likely bypassed the many visitors their home had daily. Tiao reached for the doorknob, taking a step back as the door opened inward, followed by the exit of two well dressed, chinese men. The first of the two gave Tiao a firm nod, who only narrowed his eyes in return.
He kept his gaze on the two men, even as he walked through the door. After they got into their car and began to turn around to drive out their long driveway, Tiao closed the door. He threw his backpack against the wall, making a mental note to pick it up before his father came home. He walked through the living and dining rooms, making his way into the kitchen as he spotted his small framed mother.
"Mother," Tiao spoke in Cantonese, the language most spoken in their home. "Who was just here?"
"Father's businessmen." The well dressed woman spoke plainly, knowing full well Tiao wasn't to question anything once his parents had spoken, especially when it came to his father. "You have schoolwork?" she changed to English, contrasting her plain tone with a lighter one.
Tiao nodded his head, showing his understanding of her first statement, and answering her second question. "Some. I plan to finish afternoon excersises first." His mother nodded, and Tiao walked through the kitchen, going past his father's study and making his way out one of the glass back doors of their house, into the backyard.
Tightening his hat as he walked, Tiao made his way to the center of their back estate, providing him more than enough room. He proceeded to do the full version of all twenty-one forms he knew, flowing into the next form as he finished one without hesitating a move. Wiping his brow with his wrist, Tiao made his way over to the wing-chun dummy, proceeding to work on his close quarters strikes and reactions. He struck each branch with full power, enough to bust through the oak had the dummy not been made to spin and give with each attack. He palmed the center post, conditioning his hands as he dug his finger tips into the wood each time, callousing the digits.
Some time later, Tiao decided to skip to his final daily excercise, content that he spent enough time on the wing chun dummy to convince his mother he had done all tasks for his father. He grabbed two thickly glazed vases, filling them halfway with water. He gripped the skinny necks of each of them as he slid into horse stance, bending his knees and straightening his back. Holding each vase in an extended arm, he squeezed his hand into a tiger claws, forcing his hands to keep each watery glazed vase from slipping out his hand. It was the excercise he hated the most, simply for the fact he had to remain still for a period of time. However, it was this that gave his hands the tearing power he needed.
What had to be several minutes later, Tiao heard a car pull up in the driveway. Tiao set the vases down, stretching his arms and walking over to the side gate. His father had likely just gotten home, and Tiao wasn't in the right mindset for dealing with him as of yet. Tiao closed the gate behind him, walking around the long path to the front of the house where Tiao took a seat on the railing of their expanding front porch.
He stared outwards, overlooking everything but nothing in particular. While his eyes loomed outwards, his mind looked inwards, his after training thoughts popping back into his mind.
Its only a matter of time before I prove myself to you father, I'm sure of it. I failed to defeat the Jap, but next time I'll take his head to you. Perhaps then you can look at me with something other than disgust, and I can relax.
