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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 9, 2008 13:39:31 GMT -5
'The first thing you need to know are the grips'. She kept her eyes focused down at her desk, but she was sure to keep her ears open for every instruction that he gave the class. She had a pretty good memory with things, but even so she ran each direction and explanation through her head a good ten times over as he said them, not wanting to forget. After all, it could mean the difference between her getting out of her cut-free or not.
She knew he was probably demonstrating the grips as he showed them, so slowly she pulled her eyes off of her desk and up towards his hand that gripped the knife. She focused intently on the fingers, how they were positioned, how they held the object between them. All the while her mind still recording and playing back everything he said.
Which one was most comfortable? She had barely touched her knife since she had sat back down. Actually she had left it on the desk infront of her. With a sigh she picked it up and went through the many different grips he had taught, eventually settling on the saber grip. It was one of the easiest, she understood, but she didn't want to make this more difficult then it had to be. Besides, it was easy to remember and comfortable.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 9, 2008 13:56:27 GMT -5
After the first minute, James tilted his head down, gazing at the floor while he waited for the chatter to die down,which meant that everyone was ready to move on. As usual when it came to this lesson, he noticed that the class was divided between those who really were excited about learning to fight with knives, and those who much rather preferred hand-to-hand combat. He had to try not to get lost in his thoughts, and he gladly looked up after a couple minutes, ready to continue because it offered a distraction.
"Now, we're going to partner up and you will employ sparring in your practices. When wielding a knife, it's very similar to sparring in the sense that you want to protect yourself, while making sharp, accurate jabs. You can still use kicks, but you want to focus on hand oriented attacks since the whole point is to use the knife, which brings me to my next point." James looked around at them all. "We're in a classroom, and you're practicing with your friends and classmates. There is no real threat, so we'll begin in slow motion. Once I'm convinced you have the general idea, I'll give you the go to pick up speed and difficulty. The partner with the knife wants to target the same key spots as in sparring, and the one without, wants to do their best to remain defensive until they can disarm the other. Remember, sometimes the best defense is a good offense." He smiled slightly at them. "You can pick your own partners."
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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 9, 2008 14:08:21 GMT -5
They were going to partner up? Oh great, that sounded so wonderful. Her eyes immediately began searching the classroom for someone who she was comfortable wielding a knife around, as well as them wielding one around her. She landed on someone in the back corner, made a mental note to approach them when allowed, and waited for the rest of the instructions. When she finally could move from her seat she did so quickly, moving over to the other girl and partnering up. Although she would have much rather partnered up with Mr. McDream - Mr. Devereaux.
It was settled that she would be on the defensive first while her partner wielded the knife, so Alex got herself into a stance in which she could maneuver easily and waited. The best defense was a good offense, it was the first real thing she had agreed to so far in the lesson. Her arms were used to block as the other came at her with the knife. The girl was good, which freaked Alex out a bit to stumble a step, the knife cutting along her arm. "Merde!" she hissed under her breath before sweeping her leg out in a fan motion, tripping the girl to fall back.
[ooc: Translation 1: Shit xD]
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 10, 2008 0:49:30 GMT -5
James was walking amongst the pairs, observing the battles occurring left and right. Of course, he couldn't watch them all at the same time, but he was constantly looking around, and turning for different views. Most partners did not go more than fifteen seconds or so without being looked at, unless there was a problem. So far he had already witnessed a few very minor injuries, including one brought to his attention by the all too familiar French accent. He turned around, his blue eyes landing on Alex, taking in her cut. Before he had much of a chance to examine it, he sensed a disturbance behind him.
Quickly turning around, James saw that two boys, both rather hotheaded, were getting out of hand. They had rapidly increased the speed of their exchanged blows and blocks, and the one with the knife was making wild jabs, while the other managed to dodge them with growing anger. Several pairs around them had stopped and moved out of the way from fear of accidentally being punched or cut. He immediately strode over to separate them, throwing the weaponless boy back with one arm, and turning to disarm the other mid-strike. He caught his high, sloppy blow by the wrist, holding it over his head. James then spun him around so that he had his arm pinned behind his back, instantly forcing the release of the knife.
He took it from the boy and let go, looking at the two of them. "I warned you to be careful, and you did just the opposite." He looked at the one whom he confiscated the knife from. "Those were sloppy jabs, not to mention reckless. The two of you can take seats out of everyone else's way, and watch them do it the right way." James turned his back to the angry looking, panting boys as he walked over to his desk to return the knife to the set.
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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 10, 2008 1:16:54 GMT -5
The girl did indeed fall back. She landed on her back pretty hard too from what Alex guessed. Still, she seemed to look okay, and majorly pissed off. Which Alex didn't quite understand, she was the one bleeding here! 'You aren't supposed to trip me just disarm me!' the girl decided to explain, in a rather bitchy-ass voice if you would have asked Alex. "Vous ne devez pas être une chienne si déplaisante de cela." she muttered under her breath, to which the girl rose an eyebrow. 'Excuse me?'. Alex gave a slight eye roll before putting on a fake smile. "I just said 'I'll try to be more careful and attentive next time."
So she had lied. Oh well, it wasn't like the girl was going to go research a language she didn't understand in hopes of finding out what she had really said. Besides, she doubted the girl even picked up the lie as she was soon staring off in some other direction. Alex's eyes followed suit to the two boys nastily fighting it out, as well as James as he went to stop it. She had to admit, the way he could so easily break up the banter was impressive.
'It's your turn.' Alex's attention was rudely snapped back to her opponent and she just nodded, picking up her own blade as the partner set hers down. Alex took a few deep breaths before recalling past hand-to-hand combat routines. It was basically the same thing, just with a knife, so she went for it, her jabs direct and well targeted as she attempted to get at her partner, while her partner attempted to block her. She managed to hit her partner beneath the shoulder, to which the girl agonizingly cried out. It was like a sliver, not even as bad as Alex's own and the girl had screamed? Wow, had she picked good or what? Note sarcasm here.
[ooc: Translation 1: You don't have to be such a nasty bitch about it.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 10, 2008 1:36:54 GMT -5
James had just finished slipping the knife into one of the loop straps, when Alex's voice reached his ears. It wasn't her voice that had caught her attention, but the language she spoke in. He lifted his head and turned around to see what had caused her to say that. The first thing he noticed was her partner, a girl with skill and attitude. That probably wasn't the best choice for a girl like Alex, who seemed nice, was witty, and, as he guessed, able to hold her own physically and verbally. He hadn't realized that he had taken notice of them slightly late, having been distracted by the fight.
He watched them as they resumed their practice and switched partners, which meant he looked in time to see the girl's dramatic reaction. Prior to that, he had been focusing on their skils, and Alex was doing well, and her partner was doing okay, until she was hit. Although he could see it hadn't been a serious hit, and pretty much knew there wouldn't be much of an injury, as a teacher he was responsible for them. He walked over to show some concern, looking at the girl. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 10, 2008 2:00:04 GMT -5
The last thing Alex had wanted was for James to come over where they were sparring. Her partner immediately took the advantage to blame Alex. No, 'I cut her first' or 'I'm fine'. Nope, instead all she got to hear was - 'She was totally not paying attention and cut me!' Not paying attention? It was a SPAR. Idiot. Alex's green eyes narrowed at the whiny brat before rolling in their sockets.
"N'écoutez pas son monsieur elle est juste une reine de drame" She whispered in French so only James could hear and understand. She didn't need people to start talking about her because she could possibly be talking about them in French. Usually she hardly ever resorted to talking about someone period. So she really didn't need any unnecessary rumors. "À propos, arrivez-vous à avoir du tissu pour le comprimer ?" She held up her arm and the cut for the teacher...the incredibly hot teacher...to see. It had yet to stop bleeding as she had kept herself moving vigorously since acquiring it.
"Peut-être je n'étais pas si prêt pour les couteaux que j'ai pensé." she admitted almost shamefully. She didn't like knives, but she still felt like she had done poorly despite giving her partner a cut of her own. Obviously she had more practice ahead of her.
[ooc: Translation 1: Do not listen to her sir she is just being a drama queen. Translation 2: By the way, do you happen to have cloth to compress this? Translation 3: Perhaps I wasn't so ready for knives as I thought.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 10, 2008 10:30:23 GMT -5
James stood in front of the girl, nodding slightly as he listened to her, looking concerned. Though she could not tell, or she simply didn't notice, he was looking past her at Alex, trying not to smirk as she rolled her eyes. He looked at the girl again and merely replied, "Now you're even." He then glanced at her cut. "That's not bad."
Now he turned to Alex, walking past the girl, who seemed to busy being dramatic to think about eavesdropping, not that would have understood. Hearing her whisper, James understood why, and kept his voice low as well. "Je sais. Vous avez dû avoir prêté l'attention au but elle. Elle aurait été énonciation plus aisée que vous l'avez faite sur le but." He told her with a small smile, then looked down at her arm and nodded. "Venez avec moi." He led her back over to his desk and walked behind it, opening one of the drawers and taking out the appropriate first aid materials.
James motioned for her arm, smiling some at her words. "Vous faisiez très bien. Votre défense a pu employer un certain travail…" He added, glancing up at her with a smile as he tended to her cut. He gave her some gauze to hold down on the cut while he grabbed some more to wipe away the rest of the blood.
OOC: Translation 1: I know. You had to have been paying attention to aim for her. She would have been better off saying you did it on purpose. Translation 2: Come with me. Translation 3: You were doing fine. Your defense could use a little work...
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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 10, 2008 11:44:34 GMT -5
Alex gave a soft sigh of relief. While she had doubted James would be won over by such a pathetic excuse at unfair play, it was still nice to know he took her side in the matter. The girl just better be lucky Alex hadn't made it any deeper, she probably could have if she had wanted, but she wasn't out to hurt the girl. Just put her on the defense, so really, all the fault came back to the bitch infront of them.
She did as instructed and followed James over towards his desk, disposing her knife on the way by means of sitting it on her desk. She was glad to get it out of her hands and just waited patiently on the other side of James' desk while he got out the needed first aid supplies. Alex outstretched her arm so he could tend to the cut, her lips in a smile as she thanked him, "Merci."
At his mention of her defenses she only nodded. She was much better on the offensive, she knew that, but she also knew that defense was just as important and that she was sorely lacking in the area. "Oui bien, peut-être je pourrais revenir après classent un jour et nous pourrions faire certains un sur un. Construisez-les en haut un peu." The words came out of her mouth before she thought them through, but she didn't let her realization throw her out of her innocent smile. However, she did let her eyes go to her feet so that he wouldn't see the moment of embarrassment in them.
[ooc: Translation 1: Thank you Translation 2: Yes well, perhaps I could come back after class one day and we could do some one-on-one. Build them up a bit.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 10, 2008 12:33:35 GMT -5
James gently took her arm and held her wrist to keep it up. He glanced at the first aid kit, still wiping away the last of the blood that ran down her arm while she continued fighting with the cut. "De rien." He replied, glancing up at her with a slight smile. He tossed the bloody gauze into the trash and took out a softer material that resembled cotton. He resized it to fit her cut and let go of her wrist to hold it there while his other hand removed medical tape from the kit.
He heard her suggestion, but he didn't answer right away, evidently preoccupied with cut. A few seconds later he glanced up to meet her green eyes as if trying to get a read on her, but he only caught a glimpse of them before she looked down. Now that she was looking down, obviously avoiding his gaze, he just thought she was embarrassed about asking for help. "C'est une bonne idée. Quel jour est bon pour vous?" He looked back down, taping the soft material against her cut, and then returned the tape to the kit. Next he took a roll of bandage from it and wrapped it around her arm twice, so that it was barely noticeable. James looked up at Alex with a smile. "Il est bon aller vous."
OOC: Translation 1: Of nothing/it's nothing/you're welcome. Translation 2: That is a good idea. What day is good for you? Translation 3: You are good to go.
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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 11, 2008 23:06:05 GMT -5
She took steady breaths as he cleaned up her cut, only feeling a sting of pain every once in a while. Otherwise it felt perfectly okay, and she was pretty confident it would heal nicely. His 'your welcome' was sweet to her ears and she knew he was just saying it to be polite. It must have been the French that made it sound so...more than that. Then again, maybe the loss of blood as tiny as it was was affecting her brain.
She was slightly surprised that he was so willing to help her after classes. She knew as a teacher obligations would be at hand, but teachers had lives too, so she was sort of thrown off that he didn't even have to think about it. "N'importe quel jour est parfait avec moi. Bien que dans la semaine soient préféré plus tard. Jeudi ou vendredi peut-être ?" she asked, letting her eyes drift back up finally to look at him again, he was a lot more easy on the eyes than the floor was.
The soft material made the cut even less noticeable and the wrap blended in nicely as she looked at her bandaged up her arm. "Merci, de nouveau." she chuckled.
[ooc: Translation 1: Any day is fine with me. Though later in the week is preferred. Thursday or Friday perhaps? Translation 2: Thank you, again.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 13, 2008 13:27:07 GMT -5
James watched her look up, noticing that she didn't seem embarrassed anymore. He looked at her for a moment, wondering what had caused her to avoid his eyes before, when she now had no problem looking at him. If it wasn't embarrassment about asking for help, then what was it? He knew the answer was obvious, but maybe he didn't think about it. As if to support the latter, he simply continued scheduling her one-on-one lessons.
"L'un ou l'autre fonctionnerait... Vendredi est bon." James decided after a couple seconds, basically choosing at random." This time he nodded his welcome and glanced over at her partner, who was busy examining her little cut. "La pensez-vous pouvez-vous manipuler plus de vous?" He inquired jokingly, grinning at Alex.
OOC: Translation 1: Either would work... Friday is good. Translation 2: Do you think she can handle any more of you?
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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 16, 2008 19:21:41 GMT -5
Still getting over the shock of getting to have a one-on-one lesson with the wonderful man Alex kept herself silent unless she felt she ultimately had to speak. She didn't want to risk stuttering like a babbling French fool, that wouldn't turn out well for either of them and the last thing she wanted was an awkward moment. She hated those, and they tended to last far longer than they were welcomed if they ever surfaced. Friday? Friday was good. Any day was good in truth, but Friday was the best. Out of school for the week, some freedom. "Vendredi c'est alors."
Alex followed his gaze over towards her partner who was treating her little paper cut of an injury. Alex had to laugh lightly at the patheticness of it all. The girl should have been lucky that they weren't partnered for a hand-to-hand match. It was easier to treat cuts than bruises. "Je ne sais pas. De voie elle distingue que coupe pour être il ressemble je l'ai déjà tuée."
[ooc: Translation 1: Friday it is then. Translation: 2: I don't know. The way she makes that cut out to be it's like I already killed her.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 16, 2008 20:40:59 GMT -5
It might have been a little obvious with the two of them watching the girl, but she was too preoccupied with herself to notice anyone else. Still looking at her as he heard Alex's comment, he couldn't help but grin, even laughing a little. He knew he probably shouldn't, but his laidback attitude was part of the reason he was so popular among so students - that and countless crushes the girls harbored. It was weird, even kind of funny, how he did not make that connection with the green eyed blonde beside him. Or, again, maybe he did not want to.
He now looked back to her, having to look down because of their difference in height. "Ces littles ceux peuvent blesser." He replied with a grin. He really shouldn't have continued this conversation with Alex, but it's not like anyone would understand them in French, if they could even hear them. "Si vous choisissez d'être aimable et lui donner une coupure, alors vous pouvez être fait pour le jour, à moins que cela vous ennuie. Alors je peux vous trouver un nouvel associé."
OOC: Translation 1: Those little ones can hurt. Translation 2: If you choose to be kind and give her a break, then you can be done for the day, unless that would bore you. Then I can find you a new partner.
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Post by Alex Attkins on Aug 16, 2008 20:53:29 GMT -5
If only James knew just how strong some of those crushes on him were. While hers was hers was understandable and up in the rankings she had seen and overheard some very..awkward things from fellow peers. None of it she could repeat due to the indecent nature of some things mentioned. She doubted he would want to find out about said things anyway, even if he was a nineteen year old male. That didn't mean he wanted to have a fanclub. Which, while she hadn't heard of one on campus, wouldn't shock her if it it surfaced.
"Évidemment ils font, je devrais être plus sensible." she chuckled, looking away from the drama queen and back to James, her eyes locking onto his a moment before she broke the contact and just let her eyes wander in all directions, not focusing on any particular point, even when he did speak to her. She kept her gaze down and unfocused. "Je ferai tout le possible pour être gentil, mais je ne peux promettre rien." She replied, a grin turning on the corners of her lips. "En plus tout les autres ont un partenaire déjà, je lutterais contre moi. Que... Je ne pense pas est tout à fait équitable."
[ooc: Translation 1: Of coruse they do, I should be more sensitive. Translation 2: I'll do my best to be kind, but I can't promise anything. Translation 3: Besides, all the others have a partner already, I'd be fighting myself. Which...I don't think is quite fair.
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