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Sarah Connor (know_your_exits) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-03 05:34:00

Entry tags:

open, parker, sarah connor

Who: Sarah and OPEN
When: Morning
Where: Complex gym
What: Exercise
Rating: TBD

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Sarah had started the day like any other she'd done before. Wake up with a shower. Make breakfast. Attend a couple of the training classes. Write in her journal until she was able to record them on tapes.. or CDs, as they do nowadays. Her next order of business would be to do a workout in the gym once again. She knew as well as anyone that it was important to be consistent, to stay in good physical shape. None of the warriors of old would last too long if they simply stood around in boredom. Not that she was bored. She still had a purpose, albeit shifted a little. The Apocalypse had already begun. She had yet to see the earth on fire like in her dreams, but there was still danger out in the world. The Devil was walking around out there. The difference was that instead of metal.. instead of machines walking around in flesh.. it was demons and monsters that needed to be worried about. It was one of the reasons why she had stepped forward a while back when others were offering to teach, and opting to teach a class herself as well as attend the others. She could train people. She had done it before. She had actually been on both sides of the fence as both trainee and instructor. Sarah was confident that she could do this.

And so she had now come to the gym area, dressed in simple workout track pants, running shoes, and a dark tank top. Nothing constrictive, just simple wear. The woman glanced at the clock as she approached the punching bag. An hour seemed like a good time to do this for. She had done warm ups first, however. Basic stretches, crunches, jumps, push-ups, and other exercises that those in boot camp were familiar with. Best to warm up beforehand than go right to the action, lest risk an injury due to carelessness. Sarah had been at it for fifteen minutes and then stood back up on her feet. She was prepared. Going toward the bag, she dropped into a fighting stance, feet slightly apart with fists raised. And then the fight was started. She attacked the mass as she would an enemy soldier. Every type of enemy was different; what worked with one opponent would need to be amended when dealing with another. She continued to pound with her fists, one punch after another with machine-like precision. Then she threw in a few good kicks to it, striking it at low level as though she were hitting the side of a kneecap; an effective take-down method to say the least. Then a few knew strikes which were followed by elbows, then punches once again. Never the same pattern for too long, yet each strike held damaging potential behind the movements. An enemy could adapt. It was best to mix it up, surprise them with the unexpected and unorthodox.

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20lbs_of_crazy
2010-09-04 01:07 am UTC (link)

Parker had spent the night not sleeping, but really getting the lay of the land. She had examined all of the locks she had access to first partially for being a thief and also for being curious of how easily someone could sneak inside. She’d roamed the halls nonchalantly and even dipped her feet into the pool, all part of trying to occupy herself so that she would be less tempted to steal something from any random person near to her. That saying ‘Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop’ had some truth when it came to Parker.

Now she’d found herself in the gym, and it was a pretty complete gym at that. Parker was pretty good at being inconspicuous. It was easy for her to blend into the scenery still wearing her black thief’s attire. She found herself watching a woman she wasn’t acquainted with. The way the woman moved was very familiar. The way she struck at the bag seemed to suggest that she was used to fighting and very good at it. Finally, Parker spoke up from a corner.

“Are you a hitter?”

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know_your_exits
2010-09-18 08:54 am UTC (link)

Sarah was usually observant of her surroundings, but had been a bit occupied to notice if someone else was present in the room. Not that she would mind if she knew. The bag was taking more precedent for the moment. As she struck it again and again, she couldn't help but wonder if it might be better to have a hitting target that looked and felt more human. Sort of like the ones advertised in martial arts magazines. Granted, their enemies these days weren't exactly like the average man, but it still helped just in case. Aside from all the demons and monsters they'd learned about, there were still bad human types out there that could be a danger to others. Even during the Apocalypse, criminals would still exist and needed to be dealt with as the situation warranted.

She stopped for a moment, turning around once she heard the woman's voice behind her, fighting the natural reaction of jumping in surprise. She'd conditioned herself to not be surprised often, though it tended to happen at times anyway. "Hitter?" She'd not heard that term in her type of work or lifestyle. But the word, she thought then that it could apply here. "I.. guess so, yes. I do hit things. I'm a fighter. I usually shoot, mostly. But sometimes I end up using my bare hands and feet as a weapon in a fight." She paused to introduce herself then. She briefly wondered if this woman was also a fighter type. Didn't exactly look like a soldier, but then, the idea of a waitress becoming a warrior and mother of the future's hope was probably a bit farfetched, however true it may be. "I'm Sarah. Sarah Connor. Are you a hitter too?"

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20lbs_of_crazy
2010-09-20 02:29 am UTC (link)

“I’m Parker.” The corners of Parker’s mouth tugged up into a near-smile. She wasn’t the best with people, especially people she had just met, but she was trying. She silently wished that someone with more social grace was around to introduce her.

“I’m something else,” She explained in a fairly cryptic manner. “But I’m learning to fight.”

Eliot had been teaching her basic moves. She could take on Hardison back home, but that wasn’t saying a whole lot. Part of it had been that she took him by surprise, but even if he’d been expecting Parker to be a pretty good fighter she had a feeling that he would have let her win the fight, anyway. Sarah Connor looked like she could give even Eliot a run for his money as far as fighting went. She wondered what kind of world the woman came from.

“Who do you fight?” She wrinkled her eyebrows just slightly and cocked her head to the side curiously.

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