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Post by wednesday on Apr 20, 2011 22:11:55 GMT -7
Wendy sighed as she got onto the Arena. It was a fairly sunny day, but there was something ominous about the weather that unnerved her a bit. It was humid, and the sky was oddly calm. Wendy had nothing against humid conditions, living in England for most of her life. However, as she walked around the Arena, these thoughts buzzing in her head, she just couldn’t feel otherwise.
The Arena was oddly quiet, and Wendy liked it that way. There was no one else around, and the absence of all the noise allowed Wendy to practice better. She unsheathed Ambrotos, her Xiphos, and started to swing it through the air. She scanned the Arena for a training dummy, and grimaced a bit when she found none. She bit her lip, and sheathed her sword, deciding to go and get one from the Armory. She pushed a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, just to find it fall back resolutely on her face. She grumbled angrily, and sighed. Who was she kidding? She didn’t feel like sword-fighting today. She felt too lethargic, too tired…and just too lazy. She could just imagine her father shaking a fist at her, and with a desolate huff, she said,’’ Yeah, Dad. Whatever…don’t you tell me you’ve never felt sluggish in your life,’’
She walked over to the stands in resignation, and flopped down on the nearest one, grumbling a bit. She didn’t like this weather a bit. Why couldn’t the sky just allow the water vapor to condense and get it over with? Wendy removed her jacket, and placed it next to her. She just sat there, glumly and aimlessly, too lazy to walk back to her dorm. Slightly dazed, she started to stare at a spot in the stands on the opposite side, feeling hopelessly overwhelmed.
That’s when she heard the noise. It came from the undergrowth near the Arena, and was loud, as if someone had crashed into something. Removing Ambrotos from its sheath, she jumped up from her seat, and ran across the Arena cautiously.
‘’Hey, who’s there?’’ called out Wendy, as she neared the undergrowth,’’ You alright there?’’ Words: 359. Tagged: Becky. Muse: Oh, really bad. It took me quite some time to type out that much. Note:lick my nostril. [/center]
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Post by zoken3 on Apr 21, 2011 3:52:43 GMT -7
For a marine in training she had a lousy sense of direction. It should not have been that difficult to find a place called “the Arena”. Not only did she manage to get herself caught in the undergrowth, but she made a racket approaching the Arena. She needed to learn to be stealthier. He clothing was fine, she was wearing a pair of jungle-camo BDU’s and a military-green wife-beater. She was wearing one of her sports bras, the straps of which would have been easily seen. She didn’t like doing that. She thought that girls who let their underwear be seen were looking for attention. This wasn’t the case with her. She just wanted comfort while she worked out. She was wearing her black lace up boots that went up her calf. As usual her hair was pulled back in a regulation bun ready for a work out.
She was surprised to see someone else already in the arena, sword out. “Relax,” she called. “I was just lookin’ for this place and got a bit lost.” She had said it with a bit of a grumble in her voice, before she’d really examined the other person well. ‘she’s kinda cute,’ Becky thought. She was not the type to accompany this thought with a blush, so her perfunctory review of the girl would not have been followed by a fluttering of the eyes or a reddening of her cheeks. Her expression was more one of approval then interest.
She gave the girl what passed for a warm smile in her grandfather’s household, but in most others would have been considered distant or professional one. She held her hand out to the girl. “Becky Caliper, Cadet MCJROTC,” she greeted. She had yet to get used to the concept of needing to name her father, or caring who her father was. If she had to name a god she actually liked, it would have been Mars, who had told her grandfather about the mythical world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Count:332 Muse: Don't ask, Don't Tell Note: Howdy.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 21, 2011 4:53:50 GMT -7
Wendy relaxed a bit as a girl entered the Arena, her sword held out as well. Wendy straightened her neon green cap, and looked over at the girl. One look at the her attire, and Wendy knew that she wasn’t a Venus kid, or anything near it. She could stand her ground, by the looks of it, and if Wendy guessed right, she wasn’t bothered about looking good either. However, Wendy couldn’t help but feel under-dressed in front of the girl before her. Yeah, Wendy was always under dressed when it came to her fellow peers, but how the girl managed to look…-stylish, if that was the right word?- and still look even vaguely at ease…it surpassed Wendy. She looked down at her simple yellow T-shirt and brown khakis, and shrugged. Oh, well. Wendy was never one to have an exceptional taste in fashion.
“Relax.I was just lookin’ for this place and got a bit lost.”
Wendy arched an eyebrow at the girl, wondering how in the world she had managed to lose her way in the Academy, but decided against saying it aloud. Let’s see if she pisses me off, thought Wendy to herself,Then I’ll probably implement the lame retort.
Wendy lowered her sword, but still kept a close eye on the girl. She had to be a kid of some God of War. Wendy bit her lip, a habit she had acquired over the years, and with a curt nod, said, the remnants of her Scouse accent intermingling with her American one, ’’ Yeah, alright. I just thought someone was in trouble or something…However, it looks like you can take care of yourself, eh?’’
“Becky Caliper, Cadet MCJROTC,”
Oh, a cadet. That’s intriguing, thought Wendy, smiling a bit to herself. She definitely had to be the daughter of Ares or Mars. How could she be otherwise? The image of Becky as an Aphrodite kid flickered in Wendy’s head, and Wendy couldn’t help but laugh aloud. Oh, that certainly would be interesting!
“Wendy Watson, proud daughter of Ares. Ignore the lame attempt at alliteration my mother enforced in my name. I know it’s slightly tacky,’’
Count: 345. Tagged: Becky, obviously. Note: Oh, how I wish I had a Scouse accent… [/color]
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Post by zoken3 on Apr 21, 2011 18:17:29 GMT -7
‘Take care of myself’? Becky blushed, but did not look away. She liked the compliment. “Well, I’ll brag a bit but my grandfather had the best in his command teach me to fight. None of this sensei-fight-with-honor stuff, they taught me to fight and win.” The girl had a british accent. Becky never thought about accents as attractive or not before. Truth-be-told she was a touch xenophobic being raised by an old right-wing marine colonel, but she wasn’t put off by it at least. She took in the girl’s attire, now that the sword wasn’t pointed at her. Yellow was not a favorite color as it didn’t blend with any natural setting. She did, however, appreciate the functionality of the outfit. How many girls did she see working out in the base gym wearing yoga-pants and lurid, eye offending, spandex that couldn’t have been comfortable or useful for anything other than attracting attention.
When Wendy introduced herself with her parentage as well, Becky clenched her eyes, realize that of course that would be part of standard introductions. “I’m Daughter of Hyperion, and Granddaughter of Col. Henry Caliper, USMC. “ She was extremely proud of her grandfather, who’d taught her almost everything she knew. “Aries?” she asked. “Greek form of Mars? I like him. He told my grandfather about this place.” She now examined the girl closer. Daughter of a god of war and soldiers. This definitely intrigued her.
She looked closer, appreciating the shaping of her face and body. She smiled realizing how cute the girl was. She’d never been ashamed of her sexuality, as her grandfather had always told her that he didn’t care about powder pink, baby-blue, hot-pink, or plaid. He only cared about green. This had helped her develop her tastes in a more healthy fashion. She wasn’t ignorant, she knew that some people, particularly some likely to be her commanding officers, didn’t hold as enlightened of an opinion as her grandfather, and that was what the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” rule was for. So she could keep her private life just that; Private.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Count: 347 Muse: Eros, you little minx, glad to see you. Notes: I would like to state, I'm a guy playing a bi-girl... If I sound like an idiot, please PM me so I can do better.
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