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Post by Maria Estrella on Aug 13, 2010 21:14:04 GMT -5
Maria hummed as she stretched out her body, having finally found somewhere to workout on the new ship. She still couldn't get over the fact that they accepted her into the crew! Brimming with energy and happiness, the first day had been nothing but running around the ship and looking at everything she was allowed to see. Maria had barely slept the previous night, still buzzing with excitement and a little scared to wake up and find out it was all a dream. What sleep she did have was plagued with dreams she barely remembered when she woke up. The only thing she remembered from the dream was a cold smile, and a familiar voice said 'Take care of them, da?"
To tell the truth, she was a little freaked out she had a dream about the first mate her first night there. Maybe his personality had left an imprint. Maria shook her head and continued her stretches, knowing Ivan was a nice guy. No reason to doubt that. The dream was just part of her overactive imagination.
After she had taken a quick shower in the mini-bathroom she was provided with ( that water was cold, like most of the ship! ) she had set out to find a way to burn off all this energy. Working out had seemed like a good option, and she searched for a while before find a nice little room in the very back of the ship. This looked good to her, and she promptly set down her towel on the floor to start warming up. Of course, the clothing she was wearing today was a bit different than the previous days outfit. The black stretch pants and matching sleeveless shirt looked faded, but they did their job nicely. She hadn't seen many people this morning and no one had told her she had to do anything right away, so she figured she might as well get in a workout before trying to find Ivan or Toris, to ask them what was needed of her.
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Post by SaldusSapnai on Aug 16, 2010 16:12:58 GMT -5
Growing up in an inn, Toris was used to waking up with the sun. Mama Tomas always needed an extra hand in the kitchen, Tetis always needed a boy quick enough to head to market, and Feliks, well, Feliks just always seemed to need him.
Even on an airship thousands of miles away from any of them, Toris never lost the habit of waking up early in case someone needed him again. These days, though, the Lithuanian felt little else but gratitude for the habit, because, due to Ivan’s own mysterious morning rituals, it afforded him a rare thing aboard the Metall Podsolnuh—time to himself.
Toris slipped on a plain white shirt and a padded green vest, a bit lighter than the kind he usually wore, and a pair of worn gray pants that kept the Lithuanian’s legs warm in spite of the holes in their knees, partly thanks to the long red stockings and white shoes beneath. The brunet tied his hair up with a yellow band, tucking a silver canteen into his small tie-bag and swinging it over his shoulder, before finally making his way out into the lounge. As he passed Ivan’s room Toris took extra care that his steps were quiet, fearful of disturbing the Russian’s meditation, before stepping out onto the flight-deck, instantly greeted by a buffet of strong, crisp wind.
Shuddering lightly, Toris continued at a brisk pace across the walk, entering the main belly of the ship with a grateful sigh. After a minute or so of walking across long metal walkways, giving the occasional nod to the passing crew member either on their way to bed or to the morning shift, Toris made his way to the safe, secluded, tucked away space at the back of the ship.
Only to find it was occupied. Toris blinked, one hand resting on the door, as he tilted his head at his new cook, green eyes gently surprised to find her on a warming stretch. “Miss Maria?” he inquired, biting his cheek slightly at the possibility of having to find a new hidden place to work out.
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Post by Maria Estrella on Aug 16, 2010 17:49:51 GMT -5
She jumped at the voice, looking over her shoulder to see Toris. "Oh, hey Captain." Maria turned toward him and chuckled. "Sorry, um... is this place off-limits? I just needed a place to work out. Burn of some energy you know...." Her hands went behind her back, still unsure of how open she was allowed to be with a captain. She knew some were stricter than others, but Toris seemed to be really nice.
Maria looked at his clothing, noticing the change from yesterday's extravagance to an outfit that seemed to... fit him better, to say the least. He looked like a normal man, even if something seemed off. She figured it was his 'captains aura' and brushed it off. The small bag caught her eye and she raised an eyebrow. What was he going to do here? It was pretty early, and who knew what the Captain had planned. "I can go if you want..." She offered, a hand coming up to push a piece of hair out of her face.
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Post by SaldusSapnai on Aug 16, 2010 19:09:16 GMT -5
Holding up a hand, Toris shook his head, instinctively trying to put the other at ease, “Ah, ne, ne, it’s fine. I occasionally come here to burn some energy myself.” After a moment, he shifted the bag from his shoulder to his hand, coming in a little and setting it on a nearby peg, deciding that there was no need to leave. The Lithuanian turned, smiling faintly, lifting a hand to the back of his neck with a small, slightly nervous laugh, “Seems like one of the few ways of actually getting warm around here, some days.”
He tilted his head at her offer to leave, loosely crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow, considering. After a moment, he waved off the offer, shaking his head. “Ne, I don’t think there’s a need.” He smiled slightly, walking to an available space in the room and beginning to limber up, “I mean, if you want to work-out by yourself, I’ll understand, but, personally, I think this room is perfect.” The brunet grinned slightly over at the other, holding his arms up and jabbing air a few times before spinning into a contained kick. Looking at the other, he flushed, setting his foot down, but the grin remained strong.
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Post by Maria Estrella on Aug 16, 2010 22:27:33 GMT -5
Maria couldn't help the small chuckle that slipped from her. She had noticed it was pretty cold on board, and she wondered if it was that way on purpose or if it was just because everything was metal. She smiled as he told her she didn't need to leave. "No, I'm fine with a partner." Maria watched as he moved fluidly, her eyes lighting up with an idea.
"Nice moves Captain. Wanna try them out on me?" She asked, giving him a smirk. Maria raised her hands up in a defensive pose. "A spar, me and you, one on one? It'd be fun!" She said, chuckling slightly and lowering her fists. "So, what do you think? If you don't want to, I understand..."
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Post by SaldusSapnai on Aug 17, 2010 20:19:55 GMT -5
Toris’ smile grew, realizing that he was kind of happy that the girl didn’t leave after all. “Ah, great.” He took a small breath, moving into a stretch in his own space of the room, only looking up again when she made her suggestion.
The Lithuanian blinked a bit, curious about what she meant—surely she didn’t want him to attack her?—but relaxed when she mentioned the word’s ‘spar’ and ‘one-on-one’. The brunet straightened up, rubbing the back of his neck, and smiled, “Ne, I don’t mind, though I have to warn you I’m a bit rusty.” He shifted to an easy stance, relaxing his hands, “And I don’t really have an orthodox style;” For all his modesty, the Lithuanian was wearing an excited grin, clearly eager for a friendly opponent.
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Post by Maria Estrella on Aug 18, 2010 13:47:53 GMT -5
Maria scoffed slightly. "Neither do I. It's just a combination of street fighting and wrestling moves." She said, grinning back at him. It looked as if he was a happy as she was for a spar. "But I think we can manage, no?" A small chuckle came from her and she brought up her fists in a generic protective stance, shifting her feet beneath her.
"Ready? Here I come." She warned, bouncing on the balls of her feet before going in for a strike. She sent a few easy punches his way, to gauge how good he was before she did anything that would get them hurt. If he was too good for her, it would be a game of keep-away and try-and-find-a-weak-point. If they were evenly matched, this would be interesting. Maria doubted he was weaker than her, after all, he was a Captain.
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Post by SaldusSapnai on Aug 20, 2010 18:58:36 GMT -5
“Mixed martial arts for me,” the Lithuanian commented modestly. Smiling brightly, Toris nodded, flexing his fingers at his sides before bringing his arms up in a loose guard, shifting his feet into an easy stance. “Taip, I think we can.”
As soon as she was in his area, Toris raised several blocks, playing defensive to get a read on her strength. She was good, that much he could tell—about even, the brunet figured. Smiling more once he was sure, he slid on his back foot, sweeping his arms out and in with one smooth motion, diverting her strike and landing a soft open-palm to the side of her arm. He grinned up towards her, laughing slightly, “Not bad, Miss Maria,” before he tried to lock his ankle behind her feet and sweep.
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Post by Maria Estrella on Aug 23, 2010 18:31:00 GMT -5
Martial arts? Well this would be interesting. The grin didn't fade as he blocked, in fact, it grew. Toris wasn't weak, that was for sure. Good movements and blocks showed he had quick reflexes. Not a bad partner at all. The soft strike to her arm caused her to quick an eyebrow at him, chuckling at his comment.
She quickly stopped laughing as she felt his foot at her ankle. Maria managed to lift her foot and step back, but it was sloppy. Swinging her arms, she finally caught her balance and grinned at him. "Playing dirty I see." She joked, facing her hand towards him with a 'come on' motion.
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Post by SaldusSapnai on Aug 27, 2010 20:47:40 GMT -5
After his tactic failed, Toris got out of range, holding his arms up to block any following attacks. At her words, he shook his head, chuckling, “Ne, tactics. If I don’t keep you on your toes in session, how can I expect you to in battle?” The Lithuanian commented honestly, but he still grinned in partial apology, “That said, turn about is fair-play.”
At her gesture, the brunet rushed forwards again, dodging her first few retaliation strikes if they came from her fists by shifting to the side, trying to find an opening as she probably turned with him. Every time he is hit, the Lithuanian tenses his abdomen with an abruptly exhaled breath, reducing potential damage to his organs and denying the Mexican’s chance to rob him of air. He tries to lock one leg again and yank, not exactly to pull her down so much as shift her closer and off balance, aiming a series of three short strikes to her shoulder, side, and stomach.
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Post by Maria Estrella on Aug 28, 2010 22:57:09 GMT -5
Maria shook her hair out her face and prepared herself for his next attack. The grin was still there, but her eyes were narrowed with focus. As he rushed at her, she put up a defensive position, getting in a stance that would keep her steady. Maria kept up her blocks, grunting slightly each time she was hit and trying to keep him away from her core. 'This is great, I haven't fought anyone like this since my brother taught me self-defense.' She was proud of the fact she had kept herself on a regime, and hadn't let her body go soft over all this time.
She was caught off guard when she locked his leg behind hers again. Her first instinct was to block a blow, take the one to the side and try to block the one to her stomach. She could tell she was going to fall back, but instead of trying to upright herself, her hands shot out to grab his forearms and pull him back with her, using her bodyweight to bring them down and pushing her knees up into him to throw him back. Maria released his arms as momentum carried him and jumped back up, turning to face Toris again and prepare for whatever was coming next.
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Post by SaldusSapnai on Aug 29, 2010 13:39:45 GMT -5
Toris smiled as he landed a few hits and managed to knock his opponent off-balance, but the smile was wiped clean off as Maria suddenly grabbed his arms and yanked him forward, causing the Lithuanian to fumble over her and before the brunet knew it, he was up and over and flat on his back, colliding with a jarring impact to the mat. “Oof!” After the world stopped spinning, Toris glanced up to see Maria was up and ready for more.
“And my point is proven,” he commented wryly. The Baltic grinned fiercely, laughing as a rush of adrenaline prompted him to brace his arms behind him and twist upright, his leg sweeping low and aiming a few well-placed kicks to the cook’s knees, before he bounced back up into a normal stance with a soft ‘hup!’ and guarded his core.
A few strands of hair fell loose against the side of Toris’ face, but the bright-eyed brunet was too pumped and primed to notice or care. It had been way, way, way too long since he had last fought someone like this, and the energy of friendly battle was powerfully nostalgic in all the right ways.
Which, was actually a bit strange, since he hadn’t sparred with people all that much in his childhood…;;
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Post by Maria Estrella on Sept 12, 2010 17:57:52 GMT -5
Maria stumbled back in an awkward fashion to avoid the kicks to her legs, regaining her balance and stance to see Toris up and ready for more. "You know, this is the perfect fight. Street fighting versus trained fighting. Someone should be recording." She joked, her eyes crinkling with withheld laughter. Maria decided to come at him this time, remembering her brother's words as if they were being replayed in her ear.
"Remember Maria, single leg takedown is easy. Just grab one leg and pull it up, then flip 'em, and sit." He had demonstrated using their younger brother, who complained until they gave him some sweet bread.
She smiled at the memory but kept in focus, throwing her left fist out for a fake-out punch to his right shoulder before her right hand scooped and grabbed his leg, right behind the knee. With a quick tug, she brought it up towards her chest and tried to flip it so he would land front-first on the ground. Maria hoped he didn't try to get out of it by kicking her in the face, because the last time that happened, her nose was never quite the same.
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Post by SaldusSapnai on Sept 17, 2010 17:35:40 GMT -5
Toris chuckled in response to the Mexican cook’s joke, nodding. “Taip, that would be interesting, ne?” And then she charged, and the Lithuanian’s expression cleared, his stance solidifying. He shifted to dodge the apparent punch, ready to strike open palm on her chest, when she suddenly dove forward and grabbed his leg, lifting him off balance.
The surprised Baltic’s eyes widened, his arms windmill-ing as she twisted him, going dizzy and just barely managing to brace his palms on the mat. Reacting purely on whatever instinct wasn’t too busy going ‘sudassudasSUDAS’, Toris back-kicked his heel, landing it against the other’s sternum and hopefully loosening her grip, allowing him to fall to the floor.
He winced, bracing himself up again, and turned around swiftly both to keep his back from being vulnerable and to make sure Maria was okay, eyebrows drawn high. “M-Miss Maria?”
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Post by Maria Estrella on Sept 20, 2010 15:55:35 GMT -5
Damn, she had even thought about it, but still hadn't blocked it! She needed to learn how to protect better. As it was, she had let her Captain go and stumbled back, feeling the breath catch in her throat. God, Toris had a strong kick. She let out a soft cough, rubbing her chest where his heel had landed. She blinked and looked up, wondering when she had doubled over. Maria shook a hand at him, her other on her knee so she could steady herself.
"Nah nah... I'm fine." She assured him, taking a deep breath and straightening. "Nick kick you got there Boss." She said, giving him a grin. No doubt she'd have a bruise from that, but Maria didn't mind. This was exciting. She rolled her shoulders and gave a small chuckle. "Remind me not to try too many wrestling moves on you. I don't want to end up with a broken nose again."
'Maybe... just one more.' She thought, feeling her breathing return to normal. After all, there was no way she could mess up her surplex. She had perfected it until she could do it with little to no warning. And if she could catch him from behind.... "Ready?" She asked Toris, waiting for him come at her this time.
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