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Post by Victoria Walker on Sept 11, 2012 15:39:12 GMT -6
“Now I’m smaller than you, most guys are going to be, to win I have to get inside,” Victoria told the hulking man with boxing gloves on in front of her who must have been at least 6 foot 5 as she demonstrated getting close enough so that she could punch him in the kidneys and he didn’t have enough room to hit back. “Don’t let me in, don’t let me get passed you!” she growled as she did it again and succeeded. “You are great on the attack but you need to defensive too, make your offense your defense. Faint like you are going to go somewhere else and then block him and hit him,” she told him, “Now watch my shoulder not my hands. The movement comes from the shoulder, faint from the shoulder and jab with the left.”
This went on for at least thirty more minutes, but Johnson was getting better. He was going to be a formidable opponent. “Alright good work Darren, take a break,” she said with a slight smile. They were both out of breath and even Victoria needed some water. She stepped under the ropes and sat on the side of the ring, grabbed her water bottle and opened it. Victoria took a big swig of water and glanced around at the other students training around the gymnasium.
((ooc: Anyone? Everyone is welcome. Victoria works at a kickboxing/boxing gymnasium in Hogsmeade and I would imagine it also houses a lot of other things like basketball and such.))
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Michael Lehrer
Pupil
An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards
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Post by Michael Lehrer on Sept 12, 2012 17:17:08 GMT -6
((ooc: I assumed there would be squash courts and gym equipment like treadmills etc. which is prob the only things Michael uses in the gym. I think we mentioned before that Victoria would be his contact in the Deatheaters? That she was sent to kill him but he saw her coming, reading her mind as she approached, and protected himself with spells and so she decided to recruit his particular skills for the Deatheaters instead. We talked about it but I don't think we ever actually wrote anything concrete about it so I hope what I've wrote here and applied is still cool with you. If not, lemme know!))
"Hmmm why yes, you are still extremely terrifying, that's good for a chap to remember," Michael noted by way of greeting as Victoria's sparring partner wandered off to get some water, leaving her alone by the side of the ring. Dressed in jogging bottoms and a white vest top, Michael looked distinctly unlike himself to any observer who knew of him, at the very least. He wasn't one for gyms, generally, but he enjoyed tennis and squash and running and whenever the weather wasn't on his side, he had to seek out the gym as an alternative. He'd been going to the one in Hogsmeade for some weeks before he'd even realised Victoria Walker worked there. Now he approached her casually, open gym bag slung over his shoulder as he'd just finished a run on the treadmill and had been intending to return home before the sight of her coaching Darren had distracted him entirely.
He and Victoria had what you might call a complicated relationship. Well, they had first met because Victoria had been dispatched to kill him as he'd been rising in influence in the Ministry that the Deatheaters did not like. Anticipating her approach due to her fluctuating mental state, which had been very loud in his mind, Michael had set up protective boundaries and spells around himself and awaited her. He supposed it was this which had surprised her, showed her of his skills, and persuaded her that perhaps getting him on side would be much more useful in the future than merely killing him there and then. That was how he'd first become involved with the Deatheaters and Victoria was still his port of call to this day. They didn't usually end up meeting in a gymnasium though, this was purely chance. "So... you work here now? Then you didn't particularly enjoy your stint in the Auror department I take it? You masqueraded there for a bit, didn't you? Poor Armitage became an amusing shade of pale whenever you went near him or his charming wife, it's a shame he doesn't now," he commented conversationally. Harry Armitage really needed to improve his Occlumency, he was becoming rather sloppy to say the least.
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