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Aug 14, 2016 14:29:57 GMT |
Post by CHARMING on Aug 14, 2016 14:29:57 GMT
"Never lower your guard!"
"Swing harder! Faster!"
"You make a move like that in the real world and you would've been killed!"
It had been almost a week since Charming and his employees had made it into Disneyland, and they elected because of the wide space at California Adventure, more specifically, A Bugs Land, they would reside and train there. And he was responsible for every single aspect. He wore a pair of vans, athletic shorts, and a tanktop, something comfier than the armor they usually wore whenever they'd go out to do supply runs or whatnot. And he had gathered up some stuff when they came to the bridge through Downtown Disney. Luckily because of their skills and their determination, they were allowed into safety, and here they remained.
Another employee tended to the horses, as he had been a Squire before this whole outbreak started, and Charming didn't want to throw him right into the fire right away. Mike supervised everything, and when the spar had ended he took up his sword and approached, relieving the victor and immediately looking at the loser "We're not stopping until you cut me" he said to the now wide eyed and pale employee. "Make your move" Mike was completely serious. Hesitantly the employee went after him, and Mike just stood there, blocking and parrying and sometimes smacking him in the back with the side of his sword. He felt you had to bruise these guys up to toughen them up.
He wasn't about to lose another life to this damn outbreak....
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Aug 14, 2016 18:45:18 GMT |
Post by SQUEAKY on Aug 14, 2016 18:45:18 GMT
Stahr had spent most of her morning on the Bridge. A pair of binoculars glued to her side as she did her job and looked out for zombies and strangers. There hadn't been much action in the last couple of weeks, she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that, though. On one hand she was hopeful that this outbreak would be over soon, on the other she was bored. So bored. She hung the binoculars on the hook attached to the railing and sighed. There wasn't anything out there this morning and she was falling asleep. Maybe I need some exercise. Stahr glanced down at her backpack at her feet, the edge of a book peeked out from the unzipped top and she had the urge to read. " Mary, I'll be back later! I'm going to go find a quiet place to read!" When there wasn't much going on, Stahr could usually leave her post to tend to other matters. Usually that meant naps, but today she wanted to do a little more. Though, truthfully, she'd probably read for a few minutes before passing out anyways. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder and headed down the Bridge into California Adventure. Stahr had a song in her head as she walked her way through Hollywood land, her mind going to far off places. She passed the Hyperion Theater, thinking for a moment that though it smelled, it might be a decent place to nap. But the sounds of grunts and metal on metal grabbed her attention and Stahr continued on to inspect the noise. What she came across, she couldn't quite describe. There were horses, and a few people watching two men spar between them. Like a scene out of a Renaissance Faire. Curiosity made her walked towards them, she watched, impressed with the taller ones ability with a sword. She had seen him a few days ago, coming into the compound for the first time with horses. She hadn't bothered to go introduce herself then, but figured since she was staring at him, she might as well say something. Stahr waited until they were done before she said anything. " You're not bad with a sword. What did you do before all this?" She laughed softly, leaning against the fence from one of the rides and turning her attention to the horses. " Sorry, you're a bit of an oddity here. N-Not that that's a bad thing, it's just... Entertaining, considering." Stahr blushed lightly, she hadn't meant to insult the group, but she felt as though that's what she managed to do.
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Aug 14, 2016 19:07:46 GMT |
Post by CHARMING on Aug 14, 2016 19:07:46 GMT
Michael continued to sidestep and all as he sparred with one other. Finally knocking him down to his feet he'd kick the sword away "Weak form!" he'd cry out "Remember what I taught you before the outbreak, you lose your grip on the sword, you lose your life" he'd sheathe his sword when he heard the voice from behind him. Saying those words, he noticed a few of the guys getting a little offended and due to the frustration, if Mike wasn't there there could have been a worse fate for the young woman. But his glare pierced like daggers "Y'all go ride the horses, exercise them....." he ordered with his Southern accent, the men stopped dead in their tracks before moving back.
"Sorry, they're great people, it's just they're tired" he'd admit "We were performers at Medieval Times, you know that dinner show with jousting and all of that stuff?" Mike proceeded to explain why they were in the odd gear when they came about "It prevented a lot of them from getting bitten, we lost a few along the way, I'm the only one who never succumbed to mine, and that was three weeks ago.....usually the bite does clockwork on the victim" but in his case, he was perfectly healthy, as if his body had taken the virus to a dark alley and proceeded to mercilessly beat it.
"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met, names Michael, the boys here call me Charming" he'd shrug "You go on one date with a princess from the show and it just sticks" he'd shrug. Moving around her and examining her, her posture, her physique, he even looked into her eyes to see if he could decipher what kind of person she was. Finally he'd stand there and tilted his head, feeling prompted to ask the question.
"You ever ridden a horse before? Used a sword? Nothing like it" he'd offer the opportunity to her right then and there, attempting to be friendly to someone. Meanwhile behind him, the other performers slowly practiced horseback combat, staying in shape themselves and at the same time exercising the horses...
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Aug 15, 2016 16:26:40 GMT |
Post by SQUEAKY on Aug 15, 2016 16:26:40 GMT
" My name's Stahr, or Squeaky, whichever." Stahr turned as Michael started moving around her, feeling awkward under his scrutiny. "Uhm..." She wasn't entirely sure what she should be doing, she felt a blush reach her cheeks and found herself bringing her arms up in front of her chest. " N-No, I've never even seen a horse in person before. I'm more of a beach girl." She shrugged lightly, watching Charming still with a smile tugging at her lips. She had never been one for outdoor activities. The only reason she went to the beach was to lay on the sand and attempt to tan. But being a red head just meant she'd burn, hurt, peel, and then be the same white she always was. Her brothers used to tease her that she couldn't tan because she didn't have a soul. It was a common argument in their household. " I've only used a machete before, so not sure if that counts as a sword." Stahr offered him an awkward smile. She wasn't entirely sure she could say she used a machete before, the two times she tried using it she cut herself, and then dropped it on her foot. Stahr wasn't the most coordinated person in the world, and her clumsiness would probably end up getting herself or one of her brothers killed. That's why she volunteered to be a look out. She would be high up, out of danger's way and wouldn't have to try and swing a sharp object around. " So, Medieval Times. That's pretty cool, I've never been before... Or, ever, I guess now." She leaned against the railing again, glancing over at the horses. She imagined herself riding one of those massive things and nearly bust out laughing. " Do you plan on raiding with those things, Charming?" She offered him a smile, his nickname was slightly ridiculous. Though Squeaky wasn't much better.
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