PKA: Fitness Course (Jeran vs Tyren)
Feb 24, 2014 18:45:12 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Feb 24, 2014 18:45:12 GMT -5
Waking up in the morning with a prepared feeling, I see that Vy isn't in the room. Either she's packed in and gave up on sticking with the male dorms, or she's doing some last minute training for the melee today. The melee, something I need to be prepared for. There's only one thing that can get me up and awake and that is a morning run. It gets the blood flowing, and I can't stand to sit here pretending to sleep for the next hour that leads to seven o'clock, the time of the sparring match. I don't know who it is going to operate. Am I going to get there just in time to see the end of Matt's melee, or am I not? Is it the other way round? We are left in the dark a lot here. Most of me knows it is on purpose, as well.
I slip on some sweatpants and a black tank top and go for a light jog that will hopefully barely break a sweat. The morning is so lovely today. The birds of all kinds of varieties are humming in the sky, whistling their tunes and flapping their wings. The amber flare from the sun is calming and makes the jog much more worth its while. I recall considering waking Matthew from his sleep so he could prepare as well. But I wasn't sure whether he would want that at all. I know I wouldn't want somebody waking me without asking, unless it was needed of course.
I get back from my single lap of the premisses and reenter the warmth of the building. I have forty more minutes to kill and now I'm ready to go already. I could go again, but that may wear me out more than warm me up. Instead I just go to the canteen and get some water and relax in there for half an hour. I was of course going to be right on time rather than early.
When the time finally comes, I'm eager to get this part done since it is the more physically demanding part of the courses I chose. It is also the part I usually excel in due to my career mentality, or past one at least. Down some steps and into the gym I see many peacekeepers working themselves into shape. Men and women. Some stop and stare a little, some don't. Most, like Captain Lussa, know who I am thanks to my dad's reputation. All of them had to do this too, I remember.
We're both in the room. I don't know this one, taller young man next to me. I say young man, he looks similar to my age. I'm shorter though. He looks touch. Composed, and I can tell that he won't just give me a win straight out of the hate. But I also know that winning isn't the aim of the game here. It could be anything from beating them the most, to blocking them the most. Or maybe in between. Lieutenant Commander Lawson says his usual words. "Welcome, Cadets. You will fight until I say stop." He says, and I ready myself but first, I need to shake this kid's hand. I don't know him at all, and if I know anything, fighting can make you friends as much as anything. I hold out my hand, and afterwards with a keen eye, Captain Lussa ticks us off on the list, saying "Tyren Orca, Jeran Ruze, sir." Before she announces; "Begin." Jeran Ruze. Now I know that surname. There's no time to think about it, I have to get ready.
From that moment onward I'm switched. Completely focused. Every inch of my body becomes extensions of my thoughts. I put up a solid guardian for myself with my hands and arms, ready to attack but also defend. Quickly, I jolt forward with haste and with adrenaline building slightly. I fake a punch, but instead I'm going for his shin with my foot. Swooping downward I go for it.
I slip on some sweatpants and a black tank top and go for a light jog that will hopefully barely break a sweat. The morning is so lovely today. The birds of all kinds of varieties are humming in the sky, whistling their tunes and flapping their wings. The amber flare from the sun is calming and makes the jog much more worth its while. I recall considering waking Matthew from his sleep so he could prepare as well. But I wasn't sure whether he would want that at all. I know I wouldn't want somebody waking me without asking, unless it was needed of course.
I get back from my single lap of the premisses and reenter the warmth of the building. I have forty more minutes to kill and now I'm ready to go already. I could go again, but that may wear me out more than warm me up. Instead I just go to the canteen and get some water and relax in there for half an hour. I was of course going to be right on time rather than early.
When the time finally comes, I'm eager to get this part done since it is the more physically demanding part of the courses I chose. It is also the part I usually excel in due to my career mentality, or past one at least. Down some steps and into the gym I see many peacekeepers working themselves into shape. Men and women. Some stop and stare a little, some don't. Most, like Captain Lussa, know who I am thanks to my dad's reputation. All of them had to do this too, I remember.
We're both in the room. I don't know this one, taller young man next to me. I say young man, he looks similar to my age. I'm shorter though. He looks touch. Composed, and I can tell that he won't just give me a win straight out of the hate. But I also know that winning isn't the aim of the game here. It could be anything from beating them the most, to blocking them the most. Or maybe in between. Lieutenant Commander Lawson says his usual words. "Welcome, Cadets. You will fight until I say stop." He says, and I ready myself but first, I need to shake this kid's hand. I don't know him at all, and if I know anything, fighting can make you friends as much as anything. I hold out my hand, and afterwards with a keen eye, Captain Lussa ticks us off on the list, saying "Tyren Orca, Jeran Ruze, sir." Before she announces; "Begin." Jeran Ruze. Now I know that surname. There's no time to think about it, I have to get ready.
From that moment onward I'm switched. Completely focused. Every inch of my body becomes extensions of my thoughts. I put up a solid guardian for myself with my hands and arms, ready to attack but also defend. Quickly, I jolt forward with haste and with adrenaline building slightly. I fake a punch, but instead I'm going for his shin with my foot. Swooping downward I go for it.
W O R D. C O U N T : 674
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