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Gym - Fueling the Fire

Posted May 18, 2019, 1:47 a.m. by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) (Hjortur Ingi)

Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in Gym - Fueling the Fire

Posted by Civilian Isaria Thavos (Head of Education and Culture) in Gym - Fueling the Fire

Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in Gym - Fueling the Fire
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OOC:This is open, if you’d like to have your character join in with learning/practicing some (perhaps wacky) martial arts.
IC:

Smack!

Another hit slammed against the punching bag, sending it back by its force. No matter how many times she had driven her fist into the innocent face of her immobile opponent, it did not satiate the fire in her core; it fueled the flames, like gasoline to a lit match. “Just.” Smack. “More.” Smack. ‘Hit!” Smack! Thavos grunted, pulling back her hand, knuckles tainted a deeper blue, their sting numbed by her unfocused mind. Catching the bag, she pressed her forehead to its front, antennae folding back in resignation. Her breath ragged, chest heaving from the exertion, she stood there staring at the back of her eyelids. A soft sigh escaped her lips, releasing the tension that had begun to build up in her shoulders. Her physiology did not grant her the stamina to run off raw energy for long periods of time, a high metabolism depleting her strength quicker than salt dissolved in water.

Thavos knew more than the brutality of blunt, meager hits, but the memories were faded and often returned only in the midst of a fight-or-flight scenario. It wasn’t as though Thavos were in any particular danger, her immense size for a woman enough to scare most from their pursuit. Although, it was not the people of Oed she feared–if fear was even the right word. Rather, the people off of it. Since her meeting with Corinthos, she could not deny the nagging feeling that someone was after her hide. His enigmatic phrases and cryptic details set off a bomb inside of her, its fallout yet to diminish weeks after he had escaped her grasp. He was hiding something, a pivotal detail that was the key to her past. If only she had realised that when she had her hands wrapped around his neck, threatening to rip away his scheme.

Something was missing, that much she knew. It was an open wound, no knowledge of hers strong enough to cauterize. There it hung, just within her reach, but every time she drew one step closer, some force pushed her two steps back. It was a no-win scenario, but Thavos did not have the humility to accept defeat. Pushing the palm of her left hand against the punching bag, the other left to stabilise its motion, Thavos rose her head. She wasn’t going to get anywhere standing around like some schoolgirl incapable of standing up to her own bullies. If she was going to figure this out, she had to take her pride back from a bully she could not see. Isaria had to find a better way. Punching a bag just wouldn’t do.

Isaria whipped the towel from behind her neck, slapping it against her leg. Curling it around her fingers, she straightened it out, walking directly for her gym back. It was small but large enough to harbor room for an extra pair of socks, a bottle of water, a yoga mat and elastics for tying her hear. For a moment, she knelt by it, sipping from her water bottle, her icy gaze scanning the room where several Oedians busied themselves with a series of exercises–treadmills, weights, pilates–nothing that looked remotely enjoyable to her. It was in catching the eye of a man practicing Hatha that a thought bloomed into her mind.. martial arts. She wasn’t sure what kind nor from where, but she knew she had training. Training that would need some (or a lot) touching up, her inability to recall the last time she used it a flag of concern, but nonetheless training.

Plopping herself on the ground, Isaria tugged her shoes from her feet, setting them to the side. She had no idea what she was capable of, if anything at all, but she had to start somewhere.

Isaria Thavos,
The Amnesiac

“You seem to be having a good night,” A soft baritone said from the side. Standing there in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt with the insignia of the Oed Police Departments stood the Police Commissioner Joseph Karlson. He wiped a drop of sweat from his left temple, giving the Woman a friendly smile. Despite having access to his own personal exercise room and every police gym on the Colony there were still times when he preferred the public gyms. He put his large hands on his hips and looked around noting where her gaze had turned “You practice Yoga?” He asked curiously.

Joseph Karlson

Isaria glaced up to find the Police Commissioner, genuinely surprised he had chosen a public gym over the fancier (or so she assumed) ones the force offered. “I attempt the practice of yoga,” Thavos chuckled. “Whether or not I succeed? That’s a whole other story.” Pulling herself to her feet, she brushed her hands against the fabric of her yoga pants. Curiously, she eyed Karlson. “What brings you to a public gym, Commissioner? Rookies getting on your nerves?”

Isaria Thavos

Joseph gave her a hearty laugh “Not quite, I sometimes enjoy the casual setting more than the professional decorum” He looked around “Besides my officers are hardly ever surprised anymore when I outperform them” He gave her a playful smile “It’s much more entertaining watch young people burn themselves out trying to keep up” He nodded casually towards a group of young men sitting together in a corner drinking water and heaving heavily “And please, it’s Joseph. I’m not working right now”

Joseph Karlson

“Trying and failing by the looks of it,” Thavos mused, catching the eye of one of the young men, whose face reminded her of a tomato on a rainy day. “But..,” She shrugged, tapering off in resignation, “They’ve got tenacity and they’ll keep trying until it kills them.”

“Okay, Joseph. So.. what’s your secret?” Isaria leaned in a tad, arms folded. Raising an eyebrow, as if his fitness had some kind of magic behind it, she gave him a vivacious smile. “Or am I too young to learn?” She razzed, facetiously.

Isaria Thavos

Joseph chuckled at her age comment “No not at all, I started when I was young, back when the Enterprise was still at C and the Klingons were still the big bads of the Galaxy.” He reached to his side and removed a water flask attached to his hip, taking a sip “I’ve found that it’s a mixture of willpower and determination. Having a clear goal and marching towards it” He smiled as he talked “To me, fitness has a purpose, a functionality. I’ve always found that leadership means wading in the muck, not sitting in a corner office, at least some of the time.”

Joseph Karlson

Bosses sit around an order their people around like slaves; leaders push their people from behind, encouraging them from the darkest part of the pack.” Isaria quirked a smile, running the back of her hand across her forehead to slick away beads of sweat. “I’ll have to keep that in mind, Joseph. Thank you,” Thavos clapped her hands together, thinking a second. “Speaking of fitness,” She glanced over at him, “What do you think is the hest way to physically defend yourself?” He was a man of defense, she figured he might know better than anyone.

Isaria Thavos

The Police Commissioner crossed his arms as he considered the woman before him, taking a moment to observe her “Well that depends entirely on your personal preference. When I was young my mother taught me Marine hand to hand, since then I’ve studied many different Martial arts. In that time I’ve learned that understanding yourself gives you the best chance when defending yourself.” He took a step back “Take me for instance, I’m tall, heavy built and old. Understanding this helps me decide what to use when fighting, I don’t use grappling or elegant attacks. I prefer heavy hits that finish fights early. You are built differently, you may not be able to hit as hard as me but you should be faster and more flexible.” He smiled “Use your strenghts to your advantage.”

Joseph Karlson

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