Benjamin Tsou (the_dancer) wrote in olympianthreads, @ 2014-12-22 09:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ben tsou, character: sparrow peterson, player: andy, player: charlotte |
WHO: Ben Tsou and Sparrow Peterson
WHAT: Kind of remains to be seen
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday December 20th
WHERE: Ares Field
RATING | STATUS: TBC, probably low / WIP
Nothin' ever seems like it used to be
You can have your dreams, oh, but you can't have me
I can't go back there anymore
'Cause I am not the boy next door
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He had no idea why the man wanted to meet him, but the fact that he wanted to meet on the combat field said training to Ben and that was encouraging right now. He needed the distraction. This whole week had been one distraction after another as he'd focusing on training and studying for finals. He still couldn't sleep, but.... well, maybe that would come with time. He would much rather have stayed and done his exams than go off to another romantic holiday destination. Somehow he doubted this one would work out nearly as well as the last one had. And he was going to have to beg for a roommate again. He grimaced as he jogged down to Ares Field, trying not to think about how happy and excited he would have been about this trip a week ago. The boy really did have a knack of turning Ben's life upside down. As he came on the field, breath steaming in the air, he thought he must be the first one there. Again he wondered why Sparrow wanted to meet him and what they were going to do. His shoes crunched lightly in the dirt as he jogged over to the fenced off area where they tended to do most one on one sparring. Maybe he could show him something new. The combat teachers were all great, but growing up on the island Ben had learned that there were always new things to learn from visitors, or other people who had continued their training out in the world. It was cold, though. He hoped the man would hurry up. It'll be colder than this in Utah, he thought glumly. I better not get out of shape right before exams. He started working through a Tageuk pattern to stay warm, each move sharp and deliberate, the kicks high and well-placed, each strike and block of his imaginary opponent in its correct position. Cat stance, inside block, high kick, outside block, repeat. Low block, repeat. Turn, double jumping kick, twisting block landing in post, repeat, and breathe. He was good at patterns; they were just like dancing. |