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paixaorpg2009-04-17 11:48 pm
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Your Views and Mine
Character(s): Tanaka Hajime and Jafar
Content: A crossing of paths for a very helpful man and another who is less so.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Midday
Warnings: Much discontentment. Probably verbal sniping. Maybe more?
"Hyah!" Tanaka slid to one side with a quick shuffle of his feet, and swept his arm far out to one side. He then twisted his body, shifted his footing again, and dodged low, "Hwaah!" The young man had set himself about practicing in a stretch of grass in the park. Was he attracting stares? Possibly. He wasn't paying much attention to that part of it.
For six years, Tanaka had been practicing these moves, and their effect on the soul's strength. But he was still lagging so much. The efforts at the Organization's lair had been a success, yes, but he had been exhausted by the work he put into it. He simply couldn't deem that as good enough, not if there was going to be more of the same in the future. He needed not just to practice his cheering, but his awareness, his ability to keep his focus while things were going on around him. If he'd been hit in the midst of that fight, he would have taken them down with him. He wasn't about to have that on his head.
"Os--rrgh!" His foot came down at an angle, and Tanaka brought his hands up to keep him from falling face first. There was a long moment of him staring down at the grass, trying to recollect his thoughts away from pure frustration. He could do better than this. He knew he could. He raised a fist, held it for a moment, and decided to wipe the sweat from his face instead of punching the ground.
Content: A crossing of paths for a very helpful man and another who is less so.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Midday
Warnings: Much discontentment. Probably verbal sniping. Maybe more?
"Hyah!" Tanaka slid to one side with a quick shuffle of his feet, and swept his arm far out to one side. He then twisted his body, shifted his footing again, and dodged low, "Hwaah!" The young man had set himself about practicing in a stretch of grass in the park. Was he attracting stares? Possibly. He wasn't paying much attention to that part of it.
For six years, Tanaka had been practicing these moves, and their effect on the soul's strength. But he was still lagging so much. The efforts at the Organization's lair had been a success, yes, but he had been exhausted by the work he put into it. He simply couldn't deem that as good enough, not if there was going to be more of the same in the future. He needed not just to practice his cheering, but his awareness, his ability to keep his focus while things were going on around him. If he'd been hit in the midst of that fight, he would have taken them down with him. He wasn't about to have that on his head.
"Os--rrgh!" His foot came down at an angle, and Tanaka brought his hands up to keep him from falling face first. There was a long moment of him staring down at the grass, trying to recollect his thoughts away from pure frustration. He could do better than this. He knew he could. He raised a fist, held it for a moment, and decided to wipe the sweat from his face instead of punching the ground.