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Thread: Against the Ropes [CrimsonKitten and Sigr]

Beatrice tilted her head seeing the woman before her fidget and fumble a handshake, wincing a bit. She wouldn't be the first that got intimidated being close to her, as in her experience her somewhat rough character with her physical presence could make girls nervous, react awkwardly even if she meant no ill. It was terribly unfair, as she had seen those same girls melt before a man that more or less matched her prowess, but it seemed that somehow it was bad for a girl to be like that? It made them feel scared? It was awful, it wasn't like she was going to hit anyone, she had never did so outside the ring, or at least since she was very little before starting to train. A pleasure, Sarah Beatrice said, trying to sound as harmless and soft as she could, releasing her weird and clumsy handshake, even if it wasn't her expertise to impost her voice like that and soon abandoned the idea, as whispering only made her sound rougher. Hmm... Beatrice hummed, mostly making some time while she considered Sarah's words and tried to unknot her frown. It wasn't as much about the boxing thing, since she wasn't a purist that claimed that it could only be done seriously, it was perfectly fine to practice it for exercise or amusement, that wasn't a problem with her. As Sarah avoided her eyes, Beatrice looked all over her again, getting an eyeful that even most men would be embarrassed to get caught on. Hey, it's your body Beatrice finally said, shrugging. I see nothing wrong with it, their loss. But if you want I can help she said, looking at the painfully amateurish stance she had. Hmmm, come here Beatrice said, making a hand gesture and walking to the full body mirrors on one wall. Get into guard, please she instructed, trying to be as soft as possible, given how fidgety the woman was around her. Hmmmm... a longer hum, this one sounding a bit harsher. You need a stance a bit wider... Beatrice moved Sarah's legs without warning, using her own foot to mark the distance. The hips are fine, watch the knees... keep your arms higher she continued, standing behind Sarah and getting close to correctly help with her elbows and shoulders. There, remember that position, make it feel yours she said, her forte was more about practicing boxing than teaching it, specially given her social roughness. Hold it a while, tell me if anything feels wrong. Then I'll teach you a couple of punches Beatrice said. Perhaps Sarah could get some useful information by watching a real fight up close, but the idea felt awkward, making Beatrice feel like she just wanted to go to the match she had tickets to with company and any excuse was fine. Perhaps she should ask her if she was interested, even if it was just... part of her lessons yes. Not a date at all, after all Sarah wasn't interested in her scary self after all.
Thread: Against the Ropes [CrimsonKitten and Sigr]

Beatrice's casual reply, the friendly tone and conversational phrasing emboldened Sarah. 'Great... she doesn't think I'm a ditz!' Relief washed her embarrassment away, but nothing would help her general awkwardness save time. She looked up, catching the athletic brunette as her eyes scanned over Sarah's body. The antisocialite smirked, worrying her lower lip. See anything good? She teased. Sarah smiled warmly, I'd love some hands on training. After Beatrice's back had turned, the athletic girl strolling off towards one of the tall mirrors against the wall, Sarah winced. 'Why can't I just be cool like her?' Sarah sprang forward, catching up to Beatrice as they strode. Beatrice was stunning in Sarah's eyes. Every angle a new picture of her powerful beauty. As she came abreast of Beatrice, Sarah looked over at the boxer's focused countenance, taking a long look at her refined beauty. The set of her jaw, the slope of her nose, the lay of her cheekbones, and curl of her brow. She was stunning... Sarah didn't notice she'd been staring till Beatrice asked her to put up a guard. She blushed, certain the woman had seen her staring in the mirror's reflection. She turned, facing the mirror as she lifted her head to stare into her own pale eyes. Like this? She said, raising her fists and straddling her hips. Butterflies danced in her stomach as Beatrice appraised her, studying her body closely as she looked to adjust the rookie's stance. Sarah watched back, studying each rippling contraction of Beatrice's lean muscles as the pro looked her over, a powerful, sleek carnivore. A lioness looking over a wild gazelle. Sarah longed to see what Beatrice looked like when she was feral, overcome by emotion... She wanted to share in that primal wonder. Beatrice pushed her foot against Sarah's, breaking her from her thoughts before they turned lewd. Their lower legs pressed together, only for a brief moment as Beatrice adjusted the girl's footing, but still enough for Sarah to feel the heat of her touch. It sent a tingle running down her spine, as if Beatrice had ran a finger along her back. Try as she might to control herself, each comment set Sarah's mind to wander. 'She thinks my hips are fine.' She adjusted her knees and raised her arms, watching Beatrice's reflection move through her raised guard. Her firm hands were warm against the girl's thin frame. As Beatrice adjusted the rookie's stance, Sarah softened, allowing the pro to mold her into position. Sarah's heart fluttered in her modest chest as it rose and fell. She held the position, even as Beatrice removed her warm touch. Sarah eyed her casually in the mirror's reflection, watching her puzzle through the thoughts in her head. You're a really good teacher. We just started and I already feel I've learned so much. Do you usually teach rookies like me? She beamed, smiling warmly. 'Is she thinking of me... or her ex?'
Thread: Against the Ropes [CrimsonKitten and Sigr]

A good teacher? Beatrice just echoed in surprise. Was that college woman flirting with her? Nah, it couldn't be, she was just being nice. It was true that she reacted somewhat strangely to her appreciations and instructions, but the last thing Beatrice wanted was to react to something that felt like innuendo and then getting rejected over a misunderstanding. No, I never do. Not that anyone asked- keep the hands in position she answered, adding a reminder so Sarah's posture wouldn't falter due to a distraction. She really was a talkative one, not that she minded, but if she wanted advice she would better do more listening than talking. But just some chatting without any pressure was perhaps what Beatrice needed, as she found herself talking more than usual about a topic she barely touched herself. Men never come to a girl for advice, and most women... feel intimidated she said, pacing in circles around Sarah, making small corrections in posture with her own hands if she wobbled. I guess that boxing as exercise is more entertaining than running, learning something at the same time that you exercise will keep you at it, instead of bored and prone to stop coming to the gym she mused, trying to see things from the point of view of someone that said she just wanted to get fit and yet chose something like boxing. It's also nice as self defense, I suppose Beatrice shrugged, having to go with guesswork since luckily she had never seen herself in a situation where she had to depend on what she knew to defend herself. Remember that posture, don't forget about the elbows, don't open them too much she instructed. Come with me to that punching bag, time to learn the basics she said, slightly less grumpy about herself, entertained by the notion of teaching that woman that seemed so enthusiastic. Perhaps it wouldn't be so weird and so much of an awful idea to invite her to the match? She was showing interest on the sport at least. Hey, this is going to sound weird... Beatrice started, unsure. But I have an extra ticket to a boxing night in a couple of days and no one to go with she explained, frowning a bit, the idea sounded better before the words abandoned her mouth. It seemed like an awful excuse of a pickup line, but now she couldn't quite back off from it. If you like boxing this Saturday night match it's going to be a good one, and if you never seen a match maybe you could... dunno, learn something? she wondered, desperate for a way out. Beatrice shifted her weight from one feet to another, eager to hear Sarah's answer, be it positive or not, but not knowing was worse than plan rejection.
Thread: Against the Ropes [CrimsonKitten and Sigr]

The trainee continued to watch Beatrice's reflection as she gave her conversational replies. Seeing her ponder over her responses made Sarah smile. The college student loved the raw intensity that Beatrice applied to everything in her life. It was infectious, inspiring... and distracting when trying to learn a new set of skills. Her hands had lowered ever so slightly, but Beatrice's practiced eye caught her with one quick glance They should... Sarah replied, raising her guard to its proper position. Sarah listened intently to Beatrice speak, adding in her own nods or affirmative hums here and there. Several times throughout Beatrice adjusted her stance or guard, forcing Sarah to hold her form. 'I don't feel intimidated...' Sarah couldn't help but think that Beatrice, as beautiful as she was in Sarah's eyes, was a lonely soul. 'Why are people so stupid?' She replied to Beatrice in stride, keeping her tone light and friendly. It's a lot more interesting. Especially when you've got a good partner. Sarah nodded in agreement at the thought of using her new skills in self defense. She hoped she'd never have to... but didn't think that a powerful woman like Beatrice would have any problems if push came to shove... or punch. The thought made Beatrice feel like a symbol of strength and protection in Sarah's mind. Steady and strong... warm and passionate. She saw two sides to the trained fighter. She saw both her physical prowess, and her emotional fortitude. She pondered these thoughts as she followed Beatrice to the punching bag. The rookie's excitement grew as she approached the bag. She wondered what Beatrice would teach her first, and if she'd be able to pick up the new skills fast enough to impress the champ. Maybe she'd even earn a second lesson... She readied herself to throw some punches, going over her stance in her head as she stared down the bag with grim determination. She wasn't expecting Beatrice to spend time with her. Alone. Out of the gym -- in another gym, but whatever. 'Is this a date?' Sarah's face flushed. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first, her head was so discombobulated with her awkward anxiety. So she listened to all Beatrice had to say with her mouth shut, worrying her lower lip. Then Beatrice started shifting her feet nervously and Sarah's confidence rose. 'She's just as nervous as me... you can do this...' She took a deep breath to steady herself before blasting through her reply. I'd love to go to the match with you! She finished breathlessly, not noticing she'd leaned forward, hands balled at her hips as she fidgeted. For uh... learning and all... Her heart sang with joy, sending a bright smile spreading across her round face, I think it'll be fun!
Thread: Against the Ropes [CrimsonKitten and Sigr]

With her eyes away as she feigned working on adjusting and steadying the punching bag, Beatrice didn't notice Sarah's red face nor how she looked at her feet moving nervously. Her silence was weighting on her, making her wonder why she took so long answering, daring to look back at Sarah when she took breath in. Sarah was closer than she expected, making Beatrice tense but not move, as the cute curvy woman agreed to go with her. What the hell was she doing? Looking for a date just after she had been dumped? That wasn't typical of her, and yet perhaps that was what she needed? No, it was just a friendly out, for all she knew Sarah was there training to get boys to like her and was just enthused about learning more, about going out with a friend. Ah... yes... fun... Beatrice mumbled, momentarily disarmed when she saw Sarah's bright smile beaming at her, those bright eyes echoing it through her sweaty hair. Her right hand clutched at the punching bag, resisting the sudden temptation to kiss that smile. No, Sarah was just a friend, or perhaps she could be if things went right. That didn't mean she liked girls or more specifically her. Letting her needs govern her acts would not only be a mistake, but also just a poor testimony of her self control, product of a bad breakup and solitude. We can... talk the specifics later Beatrice commented, wanting to get that Saturday Night Match Date out of her head. Specially because it wasn't a date. It wasn't. No way. It's time to learn the most basic thing Beatrice resumed her lessons, finding comfort and a safe place in boxing. Footwork and stamina are of course essential, but that can wait she continued, keeping a bit of a distance from Sarah until her heart calmed down a bit. Experts can discuss what is the core of boxing for days without end, but when it comes to it, I see it about punching without getting punched she said, laughing a bit at her own crude approach. And the start of that, the perfect key to unlock boxing is the jab she said, assuming guard in front of the punching bag. Beatrice's stance was compact, slightly lower than her height would suggest, her body flexed as a spring that could bounce at any second. A quick series of jabs lightly tapped the punching bag, Beatrice holding herself back since her practice gloves were still on the corner she had thrown them to. Make sure to keep the wrist in the proper position... Beatrice instructed, getting closer once more, following her instructions with teaching touches and corrections. No two boxers jab equally, some are to set the distance, others to keep it, others to establish a pace... she said. In any case the restrictions are quite simple. It has to be quick, perhaps not too damaging, although they pile up, believe me. And the hand has to return to guard promptly or you could eat some mean right hook she said with a smile. Go for it, throw a few ones to our friend the punching bag Beatrice stepped aside, staring at Sarah to see how she did it.
Thread: Against the Ropes [CrimsonKitten and Sigr]

It seemed that Beatrice's lessons were effective, or so she hoped judging by how Sarah focused on her every word, staying silent for the longest time since they met. Yes, that's it Beatrice nodded, seeing that the eager student had no trouble grasping the basics. Of course, her form was sloppy, and she probably wouldn't be able to keep it long, flaking if she moved... but it was a nice start. Again. Watch the elbows Beatrice instructed. Again, recover the guard faster insisted after another repetition. Hey, not bad, not bad, it seems that you have good eyes for learning, let me... she mumbled, going to the corner where her training gloves had ended, recovering then and putting them back on. Look, you can always change the tempo, throw a couple fast, play with the timing Beatrice assumed her fighting stance, landing thunderous jabs at the bag now that she was gloved. Now for the second and last lesson today so you have time to properly get the basics she announced. The straight she voiced, nailing a shattering right into the bag. It's not some kind of weird power punch, no wide and risky hook, not something that winds up and seems out of a cartoon Beatrice continued. Just your dominant hand going for it in the shortest way possible. If the jab is an exercise on restraint, the straight is more of a full bodied blow, and as such more complicated she added, throwing a few of them. Combinations of jabs and straights with a good footwork are what makes it work at a ground level Beatrice loosened her fighting stance, back at her normal self, close to Sarah. But first you need to have a good grasp of those things separately, so practice your punching and be careful to not injure yourself she instructed. Beatrice's eyes went to a wall clock, the time making her frown. She had to sort out school stuff before dinner and sleep. Graduation was so close that she could almost taste it, and that way she could stop wasting time with that and dedicate herself fully to boxing and perhaps... a couple? Beatrice sighed, not foreseeing a proper relationship in her immediate future. Look, I've to go and tomorrow Friday I'll be busy she confessed, as it was the day for resting and sorting out as much homework and studies as she could cram to free her schedule along the week. But we have the fight the next day. How do we... she mumbled, slowly removing her practice gloves. I mean, the stadium is downtown, so both of us taking our cars there would be a waste she reasoned. Picking up an older woman was somewhat weird for her, as much as she was accustomed to having the initiative, so perhaps she should entrust the transportation to Sarah. So... she ended up wordless, as anything that crossed her mind about being picked up made it sound awfully close to it being a date.
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Thread: Seven minds. One body. (Rskde x SketchyEquine)

He had seen her look away, he knew that she probably wasn't very good with confrontation, nobody here seemed to be so good at talking in a social manner. His eyes examine her face for any sort of emotion, most would feel fear when he approached them, but she just looked away to the window.. Certainly something he wasn't used to. At least she talked to him, she seemed.. Normal enough until she admitted that she was crazy to him. I'm not crazy. He says, watching her scoot over to make him a space. He sits down and lifts a knee to his chest, one of his shoes remaining on the floor while the other sat on the window sill. You and I are similar, though I don't like to stare at people unless I want to kill them or be their friend. He smiles, it was obviously supposed to be a joke but his smile fades as he realizes she might not understand it. Yeah, that guard over there is a bit of a prick, isn't he? He asks while looking back over at the guard. He returns his eyes to hers, his eyes finishing scanning over her face as she had turned away from him before. Honestly I want to kill him, he hit me in the back of the head with that fucking baton. He growls quietly, turning his head to look out the window, the sunlight was pretty nice. How long have you been locked up in here? He asks her. You don't look like the rest of those people out there, everyone in this room but you and me are over forty and giggling like lunatics. He chuckles, biting the inside of his cheek again. Then again, there are a few really young people.. He says while looking around the room to examine the state of some of the patients. Is that why you were staring over at me? I just arrived yesterday, I don't know the operations of this place yet. He admits quietly, trying not to raise his voice so that the guards might hear. Point me around the room then, if you won't tell me what's wrong with you, show me this 'people watching' thing. He says with a chuckle. I shouldn't be here either, if it makes you feel any better.. Some people here seem to be much crazier than you and I. Ryan rests his back against the wall inside of the window sill, putting his hands behind his head and accidentally brushing his elbow against her arm. He was wearing the same uniform as her, a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. My name's Ryan by the way.. Nice to meet you. He says while offering his large hand to her much smaller and fragile looking one. Might I ask for your name? He asks her, his face had gone a little softer, he was a little less on edge now that he had talked to her.
Thread: Seven minds. One body. (Rskde x SketchyEquine)

Ryan nods to her explanation of how her mind worked, it was pretty interesting to say the least, people like Bree were really unique and he found himself liking that aspect of her. I promise I won't fuck her unless I fuck you first. He says with a laugh, leaning back against the wall as he thinks about how difficult it might be to resist Christine over and over, maybe he would just try to get to know Bree more, he didn't know if she was even interested in him, though the way that she was biting her lip while talking to him seemed to indicate that she might like him about as much as Christine did.. Then again she was also as crazy as he was, so there was no telling what was going on in her mind. And with that, his first actual social experience in the mad house had ended, he watches her as she walks away, out of the corner of his eye he sees his own guard approaching. Alrighty, lets go. He says with the roll of his eyes. Ryan just holds up a finger, watching until Bree had disappeared before looking back to the guard and standing up. Hey, don't you make me wait on you again bitch, you hear? The guard asks with the raise of his eyebrows. Ryan just laughs. One day I'm gonna get out of here, and then I'll be back in when I mount your head on a spike. He growls to the guard before walking back to his room, the guard was intimidated enough that he decided not to use his baton on Ryan. He also didn't have anything planned for the day, he spent his time staring at a wall and bouncing a tennis ball against it, he had luckily been provided with a few things to keep him occupied. Hey! I want to go work out! He calls to a guard passing by, who lets him out to go to the gym. He works out for as long as he can.. Though he wasn't sure why, maybe to impress Bree? He honestly wasn't sure considering he had worked out the day before and technically didn't need to lift weights, he could've easily just done pull ups in his room or something of that sorts. Once he was done he was escorted back to his 'room' more like cell for lights out. He lays down in his bed and sighs quietly as he stares up at the ceiling, there was no way in hell that he would allow himself to fall asleep. Even with his vigor he passed out a few hours later, only to be awoken by the haunting faces of some of his friends, and the laughing, destroyed face of the doctor that he had murdered.. Plus a play-back of him actually committing the murder, a red tint going around his vision that only wore off when he woke up. In the morning despite being tired he hears the buzzer and sighs with relief, at least now he could go and do something that he might enjoy talk to Bree. He stands up and raises his hand to that same guard, who scoffs when he cannot find an excuse to whack him with his baton. Ryan is escorted to the common room, being the first one there he sits on the same window sill that they had been at before, his head looking around for Bree, since he had seen which hallway she had gone down, his eyes are fixated on that hallway, hoping to see the tiny redhead walking to the common area any moment now.