Post by kidluck on Jun 28, 2007 11:34:59 GMT -6
KEY Actions / Descriptions Meltdown Masahiro Tarka |
Hell no.. A small gong sent its steely sound through the veins of Meltdowns small room. The room was filled with harsh light, barely affected by wispy linen curtains hanging in front of a large window, The room was a change from the dinghy, cramped cell which Meltdown had recently escaped from and had recovered from..Cotton sheets shuffled as Meltdown, wearing a white vest and grey boxer shorts, tried to climb out. The small Futon, however, made this difficult, as he tried to stand, he fell backwards since he had no initial stance. His head hit the pillow and he groaned softly Maybe five more minutes.. A huge steely bang flowed through the room as Meltdown screamed, clutching his eyes and flying to his feet. Tarka, wearing a white turtleneck jumper, grey buttoned trousers and wooden sandals with red ribbon motif, stood there laughing quietly Always the same..Laziness Meltdown gave a mock salute, Tarka tisted his arm and wrenched it behind his back, jamming the muscle up into his shoulderblade SON OF A!! What if John Anthony got you in this move?[/color I'VE ONLY JUST WOKEN UP!!! Tarka wrenched the arm as Meltdown yeklled, his head pointed towards a slow-moving ceiling fan. Meltdown twisted his body under his arm so that he was facing Tarka with his head bowed before placing his arm under the joint of his leg and tripping him up, placing a clenched fist against his face as he fell ..Impressive.. Never underestimate the underestimated.. Meltdown dragged Tarka up to his feet. They bowed to eachother Go get some clothes on Meltdown mumbled something under his breath Say it to my face.. Asshole. ================== Meltdown walked through the multi-coloured beaded door. The small hut was on top of a large hill, the grey rocks stained green by mould and moss latched to it. The crevices holding all sorts of exotic birds. Meltdown, wearing a blue-dragon Yukata and wooden sandals walked out and stood at the top of a set of high stone stairs ..What is this? Meltdown motioned to his clothes as Tarka gave a soft chuckle, emerging from a small seat-like crevice near the stone steps It is a Yukata..A garment worn casually in Japan, it is not your traditional Kimono.. Well, give me my Kimono The kimono is ceremonious, you are wearing this Yukata because they are cheap and easy to repair. They are cooling and spacious, providing a great shelter for your body in the heat of the sun and the strain of the exercise Meltdown looked around..the sunlight was blazing down harshly onto the side of the mountain, putting a slight strain on his eyes and prickly heat against his forehead. He looked down at Tarka, who motioned towards two steel buckets on a wooden pole Thanks, but i'm not thirsty Fool. This exercise is designed to improve your balance and strength..Have fun..I want that large tub beside the hut filled Tarka pointed to a large wooden-plated, metal-ringed tub that stood against the hut. Meltdown looked at him f**k you. Tarka leapt up and kicked Meltdown in the gut before placing the pole on his shoulders Three hundred and seventeen stone steps..the well is at the bottom..Good luck Tarka sat down on a wooden bench near the edge of a mountain and pulled out a small book labelled 'Make-out Paradise'. Meltdown groaned as he started the length walk down the steps |
The heat was a killer..Tarka was unphased with a glass of cloudy lemonade with spring-water ice beside him, reading his book. Meltdown was trudging weakly up and down the steps. He sometimes stumbled, but he was easily controlling his balance, and he could feel his muscles build up to a decent strength. But his endurance was lacking. The wooden sandals tapped off the stones as he truded weakly up and down, soon his mind wandered off, not caring if Tarka gave him an occasionaly hit with his Singapore Cane. Meltdowns back was raw, bleeding. He focused on the fact that he had destroyed Macros. For a split second he tasted the copper tang of blood and the smell of flowing plasma as he almost broke Macros in half..He knew he wouldn't give in at this match until the last drop of his blood slowly spilled to the floor. He could see mirages...He could see the POW ring at the bottom of the steps..smell the rancid sweat..feel the mat..feel the rush of adrenaline within him..the roar of the crowd pounding against his skin..He soon didn't realize he was overflowing the tub until Tarka hit him on the back again Congratulations..Looks like you wanted to continue..Guess you had a fire in your heart after all.. Not really. Meltdown was distracted. The immense heat playing psychological warfare, but he nodded anyway. The blood from his back staining the sky-blue cotton back of his Yukata Good..Your training is almost over.. Hmm? How can I make a good comparison...It's like filling a glass..You have so much in you..so much power..so much finesse..so much fitness..That if we did anymore, it would overflow..or overload in this case..We only need to hone the skills, not create entirely new ones Meltdown wondered if it was just him or Tarka was babbling on. He slowly nodded, his eyes slowly glazing over from lack of energy Well..Let's go get you some food and then we can commence the final stage Meltdown nodded groggily, slowly stumbling into the hut. He could use some decent food, a nice juicy steak, none of that rabbit crap Tarka stocked him with. He slowly slumped onto his Futon, grabbing a jug of water in a crystal-cut jug on the floor and gulping straight from it. His muscles were aching and his mind felt like a wrung sponge. He laid back, his whole body heavy...The last true warrior was truly earning his stripes. He KNEW no-one else in POW did this kind of training. He KNEW that he was one of a kind when it came to honing his body. |
Meltdown.. He heard Tarkas voice ring out as he opened his eyes..He was less groggy than before, but his stomach felt unusually hollow, he struggled to move Meltdown..Come get something to eat! He slowly trudged up and made his way to the table, sitting down on a bamboo mat in front of the low wooden table..Rice with Pork, Prawns, Lentils, Pease, Beans and Beef No steak? No onion rings? Evil food which stops the body from truly focusing Say what you want. You put a T-Bone under my nose and i'll destroy someone to get a bite From last true warrior to food critic..Meltdown knew once he ate he would be back to his ruthless ways..but even he knew this was kind of bizarre Just eat up.. Tarka slid a pair of wooden chopsticks across the table. Meltdown nodded..He also knew he was the only person in POW who could use chopsticks. He clenched them and picked up a gluey chunk of rice between the wood, putting it into his mouth and manically chewing You're a great warrior.. Meltdown looked up, a slice of pork dangling from his lips, he quickly chewed it and looked at Tarka Umm..thanks.. I know I don't have much time left here..I'm getting very old..you're like a son to me..Carry on my legacy Now you're just scaring me. Tarka shook his head Must have been the heat.. No problem, just no dying on me, ok? Even I can't control my body much anymore and I need a force to keep it tamed..keep it trained. I need to keep defeating my opponents until I can no longer climb the mountain, ok? No problem Meltdown sighed and took a long, draining sip from his tea Sometimes life gets hard.. Life was never an easy road when God made it.. I hear that..So what's the final piece of training? You're going to enhance from within.. Tarka looked at Meltdown seriously..and even Meltdown knew this can't be good. |
To be continued..