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 Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 1:20 pm
Not really paying attenchion to what everyone was talking Roxas went back to working out. Not much to do since he rarely spent time at home and this was the way he choose to live his life.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 3:08 pm
He grinned at Adel.
"Right, let me show you the lab." He grinned, taking her hand softly.
((wait for you to post, then TO THE LAB ^-^))
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 3:58 pm
He stopped at the door and felt through his pockets.
"Damn, the key is still in my room!" He muttered, "Adel, meet me in the lab, I won't be long, i just have to get the key..." and he headed back to his room..
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 4:07 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 4:13 pm
Jaden extended his right hand and looked at it. The wound had completely sealed, it seemed as if not hitting people had done it good. He extended his fingers and all of the joints cracked. This was much better.
He headed toward the door intending on going somewhere else. Part of him hated himself right now, not for what he'd done to Dusk but what he'd said about Ki. He felt angry himself.
Looking up he swept out of the studio silently.
{{exit}}
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 7:05 pm
*walks in with a look of pure awe and amazement at the sparring room built down here*
Woah...THIS IS AMAZING!! It sure is a hell of alot better than going out and doing a public display in the middle of Central Park!
*pulls out Bo staff and sits down on the floor with staff over my legs and meditates for a while*
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:51 pm
Reon walks into the room,
"This looks interesting." then he walks over to one of the treadmills and turns it on.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:16 pm
*walks in and walks over to the punching bags and begins a workout*
*thinking* I've been gone for way too long...I'm out of shape now...I gotta make up for lost time...
*punches faster and faster trying to get the most out of his workout *
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:30 pm
*thinking*It's not enough...It's Not Enough...IT'S NOT ENOUGH!
*He pulled back and punched as hard as he could on the punching back, making a force impact mark on the opposite side of the bag, causing it to tear*
*panting* Geh...It's still not enough...I can't do it...
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 3:38 pm
*takes off his shirt and glasses*
*thinking* Get serious...It's time we did this the real way...
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:00 pm
*gets back up after wrapping feet up to do a full work out and walks over to the punching bag and wraps it up to seal the tear he made in it*
*exhale* Here we go...
*drops into a ready stance and begins doing kick/punch combos on the punching bag*
*thinking*faster...Faster....FASTER!
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:15 pm
*begins punching faster and faster more angrily*
*thinking* What is that smell... *sniff* Blood...
*stops punching and lifts his hands up to see blood stains on his palms and his knuckles*
*lets out a soft growl/sigh* Damn...((its my own blood from punching too hard and grinding my nails in through my palms))
*picks up Bo staff and begins doing forms in the center of the studio as to try and avoid hitting anything or anyone*
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 11:08 pm
Dessik was so mad that now he was changed. He punched the sandbag in front of him. He couldn't be who he once was. Jab. He couldn't be carefree. Kick, Jab. He couldn't talk the way he used to. Roundhouse, block. Damn it. He pummeled the bag with whatever he could throw at it. He could see it weaking at the seams, but he kept on until it was on the edge of bursting. He was ready to jump off the wall, or maybe knock one down. He had so much hatred in him, and the thing was he couldn't get rid of it no matter how many times he hit or stabbed or mauled. Violence wasn't going to be answer.
He needed something else to spill his emotions on. He needed something. He wanted something. He pulled Taish's glove out his back pocket and pulled it on forcefully. He was exactly right when he told Myyth he'd be wondering. There was nothing to do. Nothing to get involved in. No one to care about. Nothing at all. No Purpose. He raised the hand with the glove on it and realized he was shaking.
Damn it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:11 pm
*hops up and down using only his instep to warm up his calves*
*thinking* Okay...here we go...
*does a series of jab and hook combos on the punching bag, followed by a three kick series, low, medium and high, and then back down*
*thinking* Dammit...why aren't I fast enough!?
*moves back a foot or two and does instep strikes on the bag in the same series only bending at the knee*
*thinking* Yes..Perfect! Faster! FASTER!
*finishes a series and spins backward on his stable leg and drops back and roundhouse kicks the bag at full force*
YEAH! I LOVE THIS FEELING!
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