dignity_misery: (straight for disaster)
(carolena) lady of sorrows ([personal profile] dignity_misery) wrote in [community profile] tampered2012-02-10 09:23 am
Entry tags:

fight club

When; Friday, February 10th
Rating; Fighting/Language
Characters; Our fighters
Summary; It's fight night.
Log;

The address that Carla had left as her meeting place left something to be desired. She had found the abandoned building on one of her frequent midnight boughts of wanderlust. It had once contained a relatively small indoor pool, it was clearly recreational, had no room for lap lanes. Not that it mattered much, it had long since been drained of water, its tiles broken. There wasn't much light, but she had been bothered to put up a few electric lanterns.

That's about as fancy as she's getting. Otherwise, she's waiting there with the medic, and with her hat and its numbers. She knows how many she spoke to, and has just a few extra should any strays wander in.

When she sees about as many faces as she'd expected and is tired of waiting, she brings round the hat. She's only explaining this once. Take a number, put it back and remember it. They're drawing opponents next.
jiyuna_togabito: (According to plan)

[personal profile] jiyuna_togabito 2012-02-18 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
I take it you're a soldier of sort. The body only yearns what's natural to it after all. [He gave a shrug as he pushed his glasses up.]

Feeling a bit restless, are we?
nohometown: (Default)

[personal profile] nohometown 2012-02-29 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not wrong, I'm a SOLDIER.

[Not that the capital letters are obvious when spoken.

He considers the question. Is he restless? He does miss action, combat. He misses sparring.

And the memory of what happened back in his world makes him uneasy, when he focuses on it too much. So one might say he was restless. In the end, he agrees, in his way.]


I try to find ways to occupy my time here.
jiyuna_togabito: (Default)

[personal profile] jiyuna_togabito 2012-03-03 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Bingo. As he had figured. His own body was the same after all. The only way to keep moving forward and the only way one knew of progress in his actions.

This certainly might be worth investing in.]


Then perhaps I shall entertain you one of these days.

[Even though he knew the man could win against Carla with ease, it would be an awful shame to have him use up any of his stamina before crossing blades with him.]