Quinten Log 24 - 19 12 2005

Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber

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This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post. The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded. So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights.

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[DYN] growing headfur, it's Sorrel!

Quinten is bouncing back and forth on his paws in one corner of the room, jabbing at a boxing bag hung fromt he ceiling, the short hare barely reaches up a third of the way so is assaulting the lower haf of the bag in ernest

Sorrel walks in, brushing some stray headfur out of her face. Not noticing him, she promptly head to the small set of weights in the corner.

Quinten can be heard muttering under his breath, darkly and definatly language that a recruit of his age should not know but hey he lives with a bunch of military hares, you pick up the cusses, he thumps the bag heavily and kicks it once or twice as well,

Sorrel suddenly turns and look,s chuckling to herself. "y' okay there, Quint?"

Quinten kicks the bag and turns to look at you "Sor.." he begins then gets hit by it and flung into the wall, he really kicked it. "Ooof....sorrel Sorrel....just...letting off steam"

Sorrel laughs, going over to help him up. "I see... gotta lotta steam fer a young tyke, eh?"

Quinten blushes as you help him up and nods, ears flopping almost comically "Aye...i got busted for being late again and it wasn't even my fault, i got kept behind for a compliment and was late to my next class but nooo, no excuses are allowed in the Long Patrol"

Sorrel makes a noise of exhaustion. "yeah...no one but th' lieutenants an stuff really like tha' rule..."

Quinten nods and bounces from paw to paw "Will you teach me how to box Sorrel? I've had some lessons but i want to leanr more and i really want to box right now...i need to sweat and train"

Sorrel raises a brow t the sword sweat"oh aye, ye sweat a 'ell o' a lot more than ye bally well think. Aren't ye a bit young fer et, eh wot?"

Quinten grins at you "Never too young, i been boxing since i could walk, dad insisted we learn it and javelins, ma hated it but all three of us did our best and now i'm all three of us, i'm good, i beat Howard and Tam once so far"

Sorrel raises a brow "Ah really? Then why are ye asken' -me- ta teach ye? I'm jus' a private like 'oward."

Quinten smiles and bounces over to thering "But your good, i heard your good come on please Sorrel"

Sorrel raises a bro. "sure I box alot, but I neva ranked maself...'Oo told ye tha I was good, chap?"

Quinten smiles "I think it was Tam...or Niv...can't rememer come on Sorrel please i'm bored and got no lessons or duties for once i want to do somethign I want to do"

Sorrel grins 'alright alright, but there's a difference between boxin' and teachen' boxin'..."

Quinten nods and is in the ring "Well ok i'll follow your instructions"

End Log - Sorrel D/C'd