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 Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:29 pm
Lianna had been talking to some friends about taking up some classes – perhaps something like yoga, tai chi, or kickboxing- as a way to cope with the stress of school and her social life. And while a few might have considered her nuts for adding another activity onto a schedule that was already packed, most understood. A few even were more than happy to offer their two cents on the subject. And one even gave her the name and contact details of a person who taught capoeira.
'He's a little strange, but he's a good instructor. I think it might be good for you.' The friend whispered as she pressed the paper with his details into her hand. For a while Lianna considered it. Then forgot it as midterms and testing came around... It was only after that she found the paper her friend slipped her that she really gave it any serious thought.
She called and set up an appointment for the park near campus, so she could bring a change of clothes and just head to her 'school' classes straight after. She only hoped that he was on time and not prone to running over... she really couldn't afford to miss any of the class or show up late.
She showed up at the park ten minutes before the scheduled time. Now where was she supposed to meet him again?
Cooro Cooro Sorry it took so long. And I hope this works.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:03 am
Exciting! Simply and utterly exciting! It had been a long while since his last client for these classes, and by a long while, he meant since it got cold. People tended not to like practicing in the snow. He, himself, honestly loved it. Snow was cold. Snow was soft and snow was excellent to use as a mat when flipping people! Unfortunately, there was no snow. Only the warmth of spring and an actual mat had to be used when practicing.
That was okay! It was all okay! He was going to get paid! He was going to make everyone proud when he takes them out to dinner tonight! But first this, first a good impression! He had even showered before hand at the local pool, but what use was that when he was going to get sweaty anyway? USELESS! But what could he do? Only get smelly and dirty again. For now, it was time to wait for the young woman..
Soon enough, someone DID come into his clearing! It was right along the pathway, a nice safe spot, and the trees around here were sparse. People were more comfortable in the open, that's what he had learned. Sure, the woods were better for practicing running, but woods apparently "sketchy" to practice in. And if his work was 'sketchy' then no one would hire him, and if no one hired him, that was no money and he needed it!
"Hello! Yes, Yes, are you hear for the class? I hope so, I have been waiting! Not long, but waiting none the less! I was just very excited, Very very excited to meet you, Miss! I am Marot Szekeres! Pleasure to meet you! Very pleasant! Now, Questions, quick questions... What are you looking to get out of this? To fight? To defend, or to be aggressive?" His words were heavily laced with his Hungarian Accent, but it was clear for the most part. He DID speak all the time, after all!
dawns_aura And sorry it took too long for me to reply! XD
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 6:45 pm
One of the first things she noticed-- aside from the high energy and mile a minute speech -- was that he was early. And he asked her if she was late! As if she would ever be late given a choice and barring an act of fate or destiny just really hating her. She could have sworn she set the time for later. She was almost positive... Of course, she would definately be checking the text messages they'd sent back and forth to set this up after the class. It was after all the principle of the thing.
Though she would not admit it, it took her a moment to take in everything he had said - without even pausing to take a breath - and seperate it into something understandable. Lets see there were the standard greeting, a question to make sure she was the one who was there for the class -which was only smart since they had not met before this- an introduction, and a question to be answered. She would address the first part of the speech first.
'Yes I am here for the class. Nice to meet you Marot, I'm Lianna. Lianna Beauchamps.' Normally here she would offer her hand for a shake, but judging by his enthusiasm that might not be the best of ideas. She valued her hands and the ability to feel and use them.
Why was she here for the classes? What was she hoping to accomplish with this- that was the main question he was asking for an answer to. And really, why was she wanting to learn capoeira? Part of it was she wanted to to be able to protect herself.. but another part of it was she was bored. Not that she would ever say that last part out loud.
'I want to be strong, to be able to protect myself.'
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 7:49 pm
"Yes, yes yes! There is that! That glow there! That glow that wants to protect yourself, because what do you have more valuable than your very life? Of course, of you had children, then it might be there lives, or if you believe in souls, than there's that too! But for now, for this very moment, it is your physical being that we are wanting to protect! Yes, okay, yes! Now, the next question is, what is your strength? In the sense that, do you think your arms or your legs are stronger? Yes, it matters, because every part of your body goes into Capoeira, but it's more of momentum for us if we use our arms and legs, swinging and gliding and executing actions on a quick and steady basis!" Personally for Marot, his arms were his strong point, able to lift and carry Marot as needed, pulling him up or lowering him down. It was what supported him, but what supports a person could vary between each individual!
"Also, when protecting yourself, what do you feel would be the first thing you'd want to protect? Do not be ashamed if you feel that you were to protect your face first. It is a lovely face; many people would make their face priority, because it is what is seen every day. Plus it is vulnerable. But also! There is the heart, the stomach, the genitals. Everything must be protected, but what is that you wish to protect most?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 1:38 pm
As he nattered on about a glow and reasons to protect and defend, Lianna couldn't help but tune him out just a little. Those words had no real meaning to her. After all, she did not believe in soul, she had no offspring- and at the present had no plans on having children, at least not for a long time- and obviously she believed in protecting her body. So really, repeating the sentiment seemed a little redundant to her, but whatever. He was the one who was teaching her, and if this was how he taught, well, she would deal with it.
There were a lot of ways one could define strength, mental, physical, emotional, spiritual...it was way too easy to get into a philosophical debate, and that was one thing she wasn't there for. Thankfully he qualified the statement, and made it easier to answer.
An all-around athlete- a dancer and equestrian -her body was very well toned, and fairly strong, though she would have to say her core and legs were probably just a touch more so than the rest of her. 'If I had to say anything. I am strongest in my legs.'
'In my experience, most people who would attack a woman, they are hesitant to attack the face,' she whispered, voice barely audible, even to her own ears, as one delicate hand raised as though to trace a line on her neck underneath her choker.
'I would have to say it is more important to protect the throat or abdomen... two of the more vulnerable parts on either male or female. And if one knows how to protect those areas, they can also learn how to attack there more efficiently...'Her voice became just a little louder. 'So first I would protect the abdomen first, the throat second.'
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 5:30 am
That movement, her hand, that chocker was hiding something. Yes, of course. No one ever just came here for the fun of learning, there was always some pain there. Why couldn't he just have someone who wanted to learn to fight for fun. Yes, yes the world was bad, the world was cruel and it hurts, but no joy in anything like this? No, all the students wanted to 'defend themselves' no one just wanted to because 'it was cool'. It WAS cool! It was amazing and fantastic and Marots mind went straight back to that wonderful place he remembered from his child hood, watching his hero fight not to defend, but to say he was the best! And he WAS the best!
But yes. This woman. Her legs. Her Abdomen. Yes, yes, yes. Whatever. Her past was probably overly traumatic and her pain was probably SO INTENSE that he couldn't understand. He wouldn't ask, he wouldn't care. She wasn't a friend, she was a customer.
"Funny you say that, because it's a thing about most PEOPLE. Most people who attack one another avoid the face. Women, who attack anyone aim for the chest. That is why those who aim for the chest tend to be countered. It is expected. It is the biggest target, and the throat can do the most damage. People will go in, yes, they go in, to a fight. Into the person's arms, which is stupid. You go into their arms, you go there and they have you in a cage. You are stuck then, due to your own stupidity. Not you, you, but you in general people terms. What makes you think because you know how to defend, you know how to attack? It's different things. Anyone can defend, but to attack, there has to be something else there, an intent to hurt people. Do you want to hurt people? Do you want to get away from an attacker, or hurt them for hurting you? Subdue or kill? Could you live with killing someone?"
Marot almost hoped the woman would say she wanted to kill and could live with it. Then he could walk away from all this. He wouldn't have to teach her anything. It wouldn't be the first time he said so either. Yes, maybe some teachers wanted to break their students, turning them into killing machines of some sort. They want to tell them over and over, they won't hesitate, so you shouldn't either. Which was true, but to kill? To bring that much more hatred and pain into this world? Marot wanted nothing to do with it.
dawns_aura I'm sorry about his overly, rambling self! He is not entirely there, so it's just how he works. XD If his style is bothering you, I can change it!
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 10:37 am
So perhaps her perceptions, formed through reading and watching television were wrong. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. But that was ok with her. That was why she had sought out a teacher. So she could learn. 'I simply thought... well never mind. I am obviously wrong.'
The thought of killing others, in cold blood was abhorrent to her. She could not fathom taking a life intentionally. 'To subdue or at least, incapacitate so I might have a chance to get away.'
'It seems I have allowed misconceptions to color my views. I apologise. I shall try to be more open-minded. I do want to learn.'
And she did. It was in important enough to her, in fact, that she was willing to adjust her schedule, to give up a few of her favorite activities for this. And while some might see her as an airhead or flighty, that was far from the truth. Once she decided to do something she was completely committed to it. Cooro Cooro no need to be sorry.He's actually quite adorable. Lianna will probably warm up to him...eventually.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 5:16 pm
"What did you simply think? There's no reason not to say! To think is to be alive. And to be alive, you must not fear to say what you think. Otherwise, I think it would just cancel out. Not one without the other, there has to be both. It is not wrong, no, it is misunderstanding. It is never wrong to think."
He crossed his arms infront of his chest as she continued to speak. She wanted to learn, fantastic! She wanted to have an open mind! Splendid! Then she would learn, she would learn well. As long as she didn't get frustrated easily. People go frustrated with him so quickly.. It was a shame, such a shame!
Marot's smile returned, and he nodded slowly at her, trying to think the best way to teach her. To learn is to move. And that's where they would start.
"Okay. Okay. I will teach you. And we will learn form one another. If I am a bad teacher, tell me. Because I cannot get better if I am no corrected. If I am too fast, too slow, this is important. You must understand." From there, he slipped into position, moving back and forth in a steady, smooth pace.
"To learn is to move. Can you move? Can you mimic me? Can you Ginga? It is to move, it is to never stop. To stop is to end the fight. To stop is to give up, to let someone else win. So we do not stop until we are ready to move on. Understand? We move to be able to adapt to change, to move steadily into the next motion."
dawns_aura Such long time to reply! I'll be better with it now, swear! biggrin
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 8:30 pm
She listened, to his words. Thankfully she hadn't offended or upset Marot enough to cause him to throw up his hands in disgust and refuse to teach her, as a few instructors she'd had of various disciplines in the past. If he was willing to put up with her ignorant assumptions and misinformation and be willing to help correct her and really teach her, she would put up with the mile a minute speech and exuberance. It was only fair after all.
'Fair enough.'
She watched as he slipped into a form that seemed as natural as breathing for him and he started to move. For a few heartbeats she watched, trying to get as clear an idea of what was going to be expected of her as she could. It was obvious to her that Marot's style of teaching was more about the showing and doing than explaining. And in some cases that was more difficult for her to understand and pick up on. But at least this didn't seem like it would be one of those cases. Though to be on the safe side, later she would get online and do extra research.
This was more akin to dancing than anything else. And if there was one thing Lianna knew, it was dance. So, humming under her breath slightly in order to give her the rhythm she needed to move to, she copied his stance and started to mirror his movements. It felt awkward and a little choppy at first, but became smoother and more natural the more she got into it. She could only hope she didn't look as awkward as she felt.
Was her stance too high? Was there something wrong with the speed? Too fast? Too slow? She started to analyse, overthinking each movement. Her mind got in the way of her body, and she lost the rhythm she had started to establish, and her feet tangled beneath her and she tripped. Like some gangly colt that hadn't yet gotten full control over their limbs. She blushed as she quickly got to her feet and tried again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 11:31 pm
Marot's words became few as he showed her the proper stances and formations, then stood back and watched. When she fell, he let her pick herself right back up. If this was a real fight, like so many people had to do in this day and age, then no one else would be there to help her back up. she'd be stuck, forced to take care of herself. He hated that so much; Marot wanted to save all of his friends, all of the people who he was supposed to be allies with. And he would save Miss Lianna too, for they were connected now, and she was precious to him.
The more he watched, the more the young man realized she wasn't natural at this. But she was trying, and Marot loved her for trying. Slipping back up to a normal stance, he urged her to continue, watching her form a bit longer. It was off, so off, so close, but definitely off. With a smile, he came in very close, his hand resting on her lower back, forcing her gently into the proper position.
"No, no no, You tried, yes, but you think too much. The body naturally reacts, so if you think, you inhibit that reaction. Like when you fall, you hand automatically braces yourself. When you see something coming, you automatically try to deflect. You should trust your body. The best practice for that is to play ball. Like.. Bouncing a ball quickly against a wall, and back and forth, as fast as you can. You will work on that, on your reaction time. Ultimately, that is how a fight is won. Trusting your body, and being the first to react, in the right way."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 8:01 pm
Do not over think it. Easier said than done. It was always the issue Lianna had when attempting to learn anything new. She would watch and analyse everything she was taught until she felt she understood it intellectually first, then practise it on her own until she had it down completely. She would find any and every excuse in the book to not actually perform what she was learning in front of anyone... at least not until she was prepared.
But with this discipline, like dance, she would not have the choice. She would have to try before understanding in her mind, be willing to accept the criticism and judgment of Marot. It was quite uncomfortable for her, but this knowledge would be a good thing for her to know. It might even help her survive the life she was now a part of.
She started again, getting into the same position to start as she had last time. Then she realised there was something off with her stance. She wasn't grounded enough, her center of balance wasn't quite there... She adjusted, minor stance changes until it felt right. She had excellent body awareness, and was a highly disciplined dancer. This shouldn't be that hard.
Once her stance felt right, she tried again. And while it wasn't right, it was closer. When she slipped and fell, she picked herself right back up again, and tried. It was obvious that this wasn't going to be easy. But like anything worth learning she would practice until she got it down. And it would be worth it in the end. If nothing else, it would help her with dodging and increasing her reflex speed which could only be for the good.
After the third or fourth or umpteenth time picking herself up off the ground, Lianna shook her head ruefully. 'I can't seem to stop thinking. Or getting out of my head. I am kind of my own worst enemy, aren't I?' She got a water bottle from her bag where she had put it down upon arriving. Then she noticed the time. It was getting near time for her to leave if she were to make her school class on time. And she still needed to change.
'It looks like it's almost time for me to be heading off. So, we'll meet here in a few days, same time right?'
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