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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 6:33 pm
Got something to vent? Then take it out here.
There are many large punching bags scattered around the room,, hanging from the ceiling. they are able to take almost anything. A surefire way of relieveing your pent up stress.
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Please type in literate sentences, with capitalization and punctuation.
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Only take out your anger and stress on the bags, not people.
Note: You spam here, you will be reported. No exceptions.
thank you.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 6:38 pm
Dranzer entered the large dojo, visually smoking at the ears. She was so darn frustrated presently that she was ready to hit something. She walked briskly over to a rather bulky punching bag, and smashed her fist into it. The bag wobbled from the force of her punch, but became still. Dranzer snarled fiercely, smacking the bag repeatedly with her fists.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:00 pm
Phazzy sulked into the doorway. She saw Dranzer off to the side, violently punching a poor punching bag. Well, that bag might have deserved it. Phazzy, on the other hand, walked over to the back corner and sat down. She wanted a minute alone to collect her thoughts.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:10 pm
Dranzer had finally vented enough to think streight. She sat down on a stool near the now very dented punching bag. her fingers and knuckles stung from the force. She examined them closely; three knuckles had split skin. It hurt to flex them too much. Dranzer ripped off a portion of her cloak, tearing the portion into strips. She wrapped her knuckles in the rough fabric to prevent some damage.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:24 pm
dragon walked into the door and noticed both the young ladies there but he didnt care he when in and sat down on the floor and started to meditate the best way to relax or at least it was to him
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:27 pm
Jet Raptor walks into the room, about ready to explode. She walks up to a punching bag and stares at it for a while. Then, finally, she unleashes a powerful punch. The punching bag swings back about two inches and then slowly comes to a stop. Jet Raptor then stares at it for a few more seconds before she punches it again but with her other hand.
"Stupid...punching...bag..." she mumbles as she goes to sit on a bench in the room.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:29 pm
Dranzer sighed. She still felt frustrated. She got to her feet, and faced the bag. With a yell, she smacked the bag again. The bag wobbled again. Dust marks were beginning to show where she was smacking the bag. Dranzer punched the bag again and again. She felt the fabric rub abrasively against her wounds, but didn't care.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:34 pm
dragon hurd her come in and start to hit the bag but all he did was open one eye and them close it he then got up opened his eyes and when tover to a rather big punching bag he then punched it and it flew back and up almost over the bar it was strung to when it came back he kicked it and it did fly over the bar "ahh that felt good and i needed it he said siting on a bench near the punching bag
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:44 pm
Darkmunchkin walks in and sees several people in the large dojo doing thir own thing, a few at the punching bags while the others were either sitting on the benches at the walls or sitting in the middle of the floor. She decided she would try and vent some frustration if she could since she was a bit under the weather. She punched the bag that she had walked up to as hard as she could with the fatigue that she felt, but the bag barely even moved a centemeter. Darkmunchkin tried a few more time to punch the bag and when it still wouldnt move and her fist felt sore she decided to go find a matte somewhere and lie down for a bit.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:45 pm
Dranzer looked up from her punching bag, noticing the other people in the room. She backed away from her bag. With a shout, she delivered a roundhouse kick to the punching bag. It moved back a few inches, becoming still again. She hit it again with a crescent kick. It didn't move much, but wobbled again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:50 pm
dragon looked at every one in the room. it figures im the only guy here he thought to himself he then sat back down on the floor and started meditating again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:53 pm
Jet gets back up off the bench after recalling some...annoying...memories that she needs to vent. She walks up to a smaller punching bag and, once again, stares at it for a while. Then she yells as she punches the bag as hard as she can. It flies backwards, almost hitting the ceiling. Then as it comes back, she punches it again. This time it does hit the ceiling, creating a crack in it.
"...whoops..." she says as she backs away from the punching bag. Then she walks off to a corner of the room and sits down.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:53 pm
Phazzy, sitting alone in her little corner, thought for a while. One thing led to another, and soon she found herself thinking about The Game. Oh shoot. "I LOST THE GAME!" Phazzy called out to everyone in the Dojo. She braced herself for everyone to come and take out their already pent-up anger on her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:56 pm
Jet glares at Phazzy for interrupting her thinking. Then she turns back around and continues thinking about many memories that she wishes she could forget.
"Why can't I forget?" she asks herself quietly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:57 pm
Kicking and punching the bag was helping. Dranzer was a person who kept to herself, not allowing people to see her emotions much. She delivered another powerful kick, this time a jump side kick. The bag swung back two feet, and came back to knock her down. Swearing inwardly, Dranzer sat against the wall, rubbing her head. She sighed, and shifted into a meditative pose.
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