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WHO: Cassandra and YOU
WHERE: The park
WHEN: 10/15 afternoon/early evening
WARNINGS: Fighting, maybe!
SUMMARY: Cassandra trains in the park, where people can come bug her/break her concentration/fight her.
FORMAT: Whatever you want!
Cassandra sat cross-legged under a tree in the park, eyes closed and hands at her side in a meditative position. With all that had happened in the past month, sometimes it was good to just get away and empty her mind. Then she didn't have to think about what had happened to Jason, who she still wasn't sure about. They'd been friends--or at least allies--once, and... it was complicated. Then there was Steph's injury, which seemed like a personal failure, especially after she'd sworn that what happened to her best friend back home wouldn't be repeated here. And she hadn't seen or heard her mother in a while, and that couldn't be a good sign.
She silently frowned. Meditation obviously wasn't working. Springing up onto her feet with speed like a pouncing tiger, she launched into a series of hard punches and kicks. Spinning around suddenly, she darted forward and slammed a fist at full power into the tree, followed by a swift kick to the trunk.
Hopping backward, the hard style abruptly changed into the dance-like moves of something resembling capoeira, with its spinning kicks and handstands. A few moments later and her movements bled into a unique form of kung fu as she battled an imaginary opponent with elegant strikes that flowed into the next movement. She let her muscle memory take command, releasing all other concerns and focusing entirely on her form.
After moving nonstop for what seemed like an eternity and her near-superhuman endurance reaching its limits, she ended her demonstration with a claw-like hand extended in front of her. As she held the position, sweat trickling down her forehead, a glass of (iced!) tea appeared in her hand. Breaking from the stance, she leaned against the trick and sipped the tea thoughtfully. She could always rely on martial arts to clear her mind, but it just wasn't the same as having a good opponent to train with.
WHERE: The park
WHEN: 10/15 afternoon/early evening
WARNINGS: Fighting, maybe!
SUMMARY: Cassandra trains in the park, where people can come bug her/break her concentration/fight her.
FORMAT: Whatever you want!
Cassandra sat cross-legged under a tree in the park, eyes closed and hands at her side in a meditative position. With all that had happened in the past month, sometimes it was good to just get away and empty her mind. Then she didn't have to think about what had happened to Jason, who she still wasn't sure about. They'd been friends--or at least allies--once, and... it was complicated. Then there was Steph's injury, which seemed like a personal failure, especially after she'd sworn that what happened to her best friend back home wouldn't be repeated here. And she hadn't seen or heard her mother in a while, and that couldn't be a good sign.
She silently frowned. Meditation obviously wasn't working. Springing up onto her feet with speed like a pouncing tiger, she launched into a series of hard punches and kicks. Spinning around suddenly, she darted forward and slammed a fist at full power into the tree, followed by a swift kick to the trunk.
Hopping backward, the hard style abruptly changed into the dance-like moves of something resembling capoeira, with its spinning kicks and handstands. A few moments later and her movements bled into a unique form of kung fu as she battled an imaginary opponent with elegant strikes that flowed into the next movement. She let her muscle memory take command, releasing all other concerns and focusing entirely on her form.
After moving nonstop for what seemed like an eternity and her near-superhuman endurance reaching its limits, she ended her demonstration with a claw-like hand extended in front of her. As she held the position, sweat trickling down her forehead, a glass of (iced!) tea appeared in her hand. Breaking from the stance, she leaned against the trick and sipped the tea thoughtfully. She could always rely on martial arts to clear her mind, but it just wasn't the same as having a good opponent to train with.