Sunday Morning || {Anzie

Justin's eyes watched curiously as the wrestlers around him fought. None of the mats were open, but that didn't stop him from enjoying being a spectator. His attention was grabbed by the closest mat to him. On its blue surface wrestled two people he didn't recognize (not that he really got to spend too much time outside of the academy nowadays), a girl and a male. It looked a lot like he was going to win, and easily at that. Her arms were pinned behind her back, and she struggled in vain for a while.

The blue eyed male couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. He had seen many kids, girls and guys alike, attempt wrestling when they were obviously overpowered, obviously not built for the sport. Many of them gave up after the first few dozen times that they were pinned to the mat, their larger opponents mocking them. But there were a few he'd seen that pulled through and ended up damn fair wrestlers.

Leaning against the railing that separated him from them, he watched eagerly, eyes lighting up as she spits at the bully on top of her. She definitely had some fight in her. This was interesting. When all of a sudden her leg lashed up, hitting her opponent square in the face, a somewhat mellow whoop of excitement escaped the young man. There was a slight disappointment that filled him when the wrestling instructor stepped in-between the fighters, a sigh escaping him. That was the end of his fun.

His attention turned away to another pair who were wrestling, though it didn't seem to have the same... oomph as the pair he had been watching. It was the girl, though, the red head that had been fighting, who pulled Justin's attention back to the blue mat in front of him. “Hey. You up for a little match?”

Barely a hesitant thought crossed through his mind before a grin split his face. His arms pushed against the railing that stood between them, pushing his body up and over. Landing just beside the woman, he offered to her his hand to shake, nodding.

“Definitely!” he spoke, excitement glowing in his eyes. “I haven't wrestled in a long time... It was my sport in school, though. I'm Justin, by the way.”

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Justin watches the girl curiously as she seems to eye him up and down. Astra was her name. Pretty unique, really. He'd never heard that name before. But as happy as he had been to meet her, she didn't seem to return the niceties. In fact, how she introduced herself sounded almost as if she'd rather have not done it. It made him wonder, for a brief moment, why she had asked him to wrestle, then.

Not that it mattered, right? It was all in fun. They were just practicing.

Wandering away from the previous mat, Justin followed the woman, glancing back at the last mat and almost asking what exactly made it 'compromised'. He had seen a so called 'compromised' mat before and honestly, that one didn't seem to have nearly as much sweat or blood on it to label it as such. Shrugging inwardly, though, he merely assumed that it was just because the girl didn't like being dirty (however much she seemed to be dirty at the moment from her previous fight).

His attention was brought back as the girl stopped at another mat suddenly, almost forcing him to slam right into her. Catching himself, he grinned apologetically at her for a moment before crossing the mat to stand at the opposite side. Sitting down, he began untying his shoes and getting ready for their fight, an excitement building up inside of him.

As the young man hopped back up to his feet, he saw her eyeing him and felt himself being sized up. She seemed to be taking it rather seriously, but for him, this was just for the fun of things. After all, he didn't know this girl, how could he possibly have any sort of quarrel with him?

“Ready?” he heard her question, and grinned again, stepping onto the mat.

“Only when you are!” he called back, taking his stance. “Let's start this!”