PKA: Offhand Practice - Matt (Jack)
Mar 1, 2014 14:33:02 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Mar 1, 2014 14:33:02 GMT -5
It's nearly the weekend. The time off never starts a moment before the end of Friday and the morning of Saturday. I've just been swimming, actually. It's something that warms you up, but also relaxes you. It gets you right into the state of mind for a workout, or some kind of practice session. After the fitness course, I felt a willingness to keep working at my skills, even though I had technically won.
Coming out of the changing rooms, dressed in my casual clothes since the sun is just going down. I look out of the window just to double check, the last thing I need is one of the officials on my back. Right now, I feel calm. My heart is beating at a comfy rate due to the prior exercise that has me ready to hit the gym and get something done of tonight before the weekend, where the true relaxation begins. I get some funny looks from a couple of peacekeepers. I really don't like the attention that my name can give me. What did my dad do that was so great? Maybe it wasn't great at all. Maybe that's why they're looking.
I think back, whilst walking down some of the hallways since the swimming pool is quite far from the gym section that is in the main building, to the times when me and the gang would go down to the career training centre. How things have changed since then, though. Now, we're in the middle of the Peacekeeper Academy. The place for our future, peacekeeper or not. Me and Alex used to see how much being twins really gave us an advantage in combat. Training with proper practice sticks, no contact. You have to keep your eye on everything, letting every action process in your mind. For us, it was like a dance of swords, just less elegant. In fact, elegant is a word you could use for it. Sometimes, it would be flawless in how we dodged, blocked and parried each other's attacks and advances. Alex was always more ruthless though, so I ended up getting more hits in that him.
Finally, I get to the gym. There's few people here, most of them are readying themselves to either stay for the night here or go home to their families. The real peacekeepers, that is. Us cadets barely get the choice. Maybe tomorrow, we'll be allowed, but tonight we have to find things to do with our time. Productive things. I just wish I had a decent sparring partner, I don't fancy asking any of these veterans to join me.
The gym is laid out like follows. It is one large room with different sections that are clearly for different types of workout machine. Weights, cardio etc. Right at the back though, there's a ring for sparring to take place. Since nobody is on it, I feel the urge to go straight to it. Nobody is there though, so I've got no sparring partner. I just sit on the bench and hope that somebody decent comes along.
Coming out of the changing rooms, dressed in my casual clothes since the sun is just going down. I look out of the window just to double check, the last thing I need is one of the officials on my back. Right now, I feel calm. My heart is beating at a comfy rate due to the prior exercise that has me ready to hit the gym and get something done of tonight before the weekend, where the true relaxation begins. I get some funny looks from a couple of peacekeepers. I really don't like the attention that my name can give me. What did my dad do that was so great? Maybe it wasn't great at all. Maybe that's why they're looking.
I think back, whilst walking down some of the hallways since the swimming pool is quite far from the gym section that is in the main building, to the times when me and the gang would go down to the career training centre. How things have changed since then, though. Now, we're in the middle of the Peacekeeper Academy. The place for our future, peacekeeper or not. Me and Alex used to see how much being twins really gave us an advantage in combat. Training with proper practice sticks, no contact. You have to keep your eye on everything, letting every action process in your mind. For us, it was like a dance of swords, just less elegant. In fact, elegant is a word you could use for it. Sometimes, it would be flawless in how we dodged, blocked and parried each other's attacks and advances. Alex was always more ruthless though, so I ended up getting more hits in that him.
Finally, I get to the gym. There's few people here, most of them are readying themselves to either stay for the night here or go home to their families. The real peacekeepers, that is. Us cadets barely get the choice. Maybe tomorrow, we'll be allowed, but tonight we have to find things to do with our time. Productive things. I just wish I had a decent sparring partner, I don't fancy asking any of these veterans to join me.
The gym is laid out like follows. It is one large room with different sections that are clearly for different types of workout machine. Weights, cardio etc. Right at the back though, there's a ring for sparring to take place. Since nobody is on it, I feel the urge to go straight to it. Nobody is there though, so I've got no sparring partner. I just sit on the bench and hope that somebody decent comes along.
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