Quinten Log 29 - 21 01 2006

Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance

off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of

simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several

wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,

assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.

Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against

the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.

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Terrance enters from the passage leading to the Second Level intersection.

Terrance has arrived.

Terrance is in the southern area of the room, laying on his back on the padded area as he does some sit ups while holding one of the circular weights to his chest.

Quinten is at several yards away from Terrance over by the wrestling Arena, he's sat down, long legs spread wide and he is stretching, leaning down towards his toes and just about managing to touch his foot paw, his ears are tied back behind his head to stop them from flopping about

Terrance grunts as he struggles to get up. "49.....50." At 50 he quickly drops the weight to the side and regrains his breath. Looking to Quinten he says, "What are you up to over there chap?"

Quinten looks up and smiles as he shifts positions standing up to grab a large bar running across the ceiling "Stretching...an important part of any work out" he begins to leaver himself up pulling on the bar until his chin is over the top "One.." he mutters before coming back down...then up he goes again

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Terrance nods and says, "Aye, true enough. Don't want ta hurt those muscles too much, wot wot." The hare sighs and grabs the weight again. "So what 'ave you been up ta?"

Quinten carries on levering himself up and down counting in his head sweat dripping from his fur as it slowly darkens from light tan to brown. "Being on time mostly," he grunts and pulls himself up again muscles straining "I've got to show em i can do it"

Terrance gives a quick chuckle as he sits up once again and then goes back down. "Good fer you chap" he says on the next trip up.

Quinten smiles as he watches you bobbing up and down and finally drops down from the bar and stretches his arms up above him "I don't want to be an issue any more"

Terrance grins a bit before dropping back down. "That's always a good thing ta try fer." He says as he goes about his situps. "Although it's easy ta be on time when there really aren't any classes today, eh wot" he jokes.

Quinten chuckles and nods "Aye guess so....though i've taken to carrying a copy of the scheduel around, and making sure i'm at least ten mintues early, i even went to bed early the other night"

Terrance grunts as he starts to struggle a bit and nods as he rests in the up position. "Always feels nice in tha mornin'"

Quinten chuckles and walks over to a bench and sitting down on it, positioning his footpaws and beginning to press them down on the pads, which forces the stack of weights to lift. "Oh yes....i've found its also easier to get up in the morning, and Dande sticks his head in to give me a nudge too"

Terrance goes back to his sit ups and says, "That's nice o' 'im. Pretty much how it's done too at first. Then yer body starts to get a feel for the time and wakin' up on its own."

Quinten nods steadily working his feet and legs with the weights "Yes...well its only been a few days...but well i don't want to get in trouble again"

Terrance chuckles and says, "I hope not if the rumors o' what tha colonel said ta you are true." He finishes his set up sit ups and drops the weight to the side again, laying back as he takes a breather

Quinten lifts his feet from the peddles and lays back "Its not as bad as the rumours make out....i'm not on my last chance as everyone seems to think. But if i get sent back to her again for the same reasons she'lll put me on that last chance....i don't want to get thrown out"

Terrance chuckles a little and nods, "I see chap. Well that's good ta 'ear." He then sighs and picks up the weight again and then lifts his footpaws off the ground so he is balancing on his rear. He twists his entire torso side to side rapidly as he counts out quietly to himself

Quinten stands up off the bench and jogs over to a clear space infront of the boxing bag, he pulls on his thin suede gloves, the ones Sorrel gave him and drops into stance, bobbing on his footpaws, rocking from side to side as he starts to jab at the bag, paws moving swiftly through the motions "Aye its better then being on me last chance...i don't want to wash out as a failure"

Terrance relaxes after a bit, setting the weight in his lap as he looks over. "Aye. Although I do know a pair that should already 'ave been washed out o' tha mount'n.

Quinten looks up as you said that, body moving subconciously as he spins and lashes out with his left leg at the bag sending it rocking, meeting it as it swings back in with a right hook "Those bullies?"

Terrance nods, "Aye, that's them." He picks up the weight again to do another repition as he continues, "They've been 'ere three seasons an' they're still only recruit second classes."

Quinten blinks "Wow....i've been hear barely a season and if it weren't for me poor time keeping....well why don't the h'officer's dosomething about em?"

Terrance shrugs and says, "Beats me chap. May they are just hopefully that they'll grow up sometime." He completes the set and then rests.

Quinten bounces back down to rest reaching out to steady the bag "Well i don't like em, i try to stay out of their way"

Terrance chuckles and says, "Aye. Although aftah that boxin' match, they stay clear o' me now. They give you any grief just let me know chap. I've left bein' tha pushover runt behind."

Quinten smiles at you and nods bouncing back into anoter set, going at the bag "I'll let ye know terr, but i should be able to handle me self now...Sorrel's been teaching me some tricks"

Terrance nods and says, "Good ta hear chap. Tom and Flatpaw and his gang aren't without their own tricks though. Wouldn't o' lasted very much longah if I hadn't gotten Tom angry enough ta make a mistake."

Quinten nods and sighs coming to a stop again "I know what you mean....the number of times i've found em loitering outside me dorm room at night, i'd lock it shut if i could....only thing that keeps em off me i think is i'm no fun to tease"

Terrance chuckles and goes for another set of twisters, "Aye. Seems their longest fascination seemed to be me." (re)

Quinten shakes his head and lashes out at the bag with his legs, one then the other sending it swinging, stance low to the ground so he can kick up high "Aye....they seem to be searching for a new target now your out of it....i'm half afraid it will be me after my chewing out"

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Terrance shrugs and says, "Ah well. I doubt that anyway. They go for the weak, not unlucky."

Quinten nods and slams his right footpaw into the bag, there is a puff sound and a squawrk of surprise from Quinten as his foot punches through the sack covering and gets lodged in the sawdust interior of the bag, it swings under the kick pulling him off his feet, winding up lying on his back, paw buried in the punching bag "I guess...your right at that...."

Terrance arches a brow at quinten and shakes his head. Setting the weight aside he stands up and says, "You alright there chap?"

Quinten sits up and wriggles his footpaw free "Aye i'm fine, sack musta split, probably hit it too hard" he grins up at you "And your right, i do have the worst luck at times...give it another season and people will be saying things like "Ooops you pulled a Quinten."

Terrance smirks a bit and says, "A hare probably tried hitting at it with a wooden sword and that did it."

Quinten nods and stands up, dusting sworddust off his tunic aye...guess your right, should we clean it up?"

Terrance chuckles and says, "Na, they'll assign some beast ta do it. Although I'd change uniforms so an officer doesn't catch wise."

Quinten brushes at his tunic and nods "Aye good idea don't want to get done up for being scruffy, though i got some lee way having just finished training"

Terrance smirks and says, "Not quite what I was meanin'. Anyway, I'm goin' ta get cleaned up myself before dinner. See you around chap."

You say, "See you about Terrance, take care and thanks for the chat""

Terrance smiles and nods, "No problem chap." He then heads out of the training room.

Quinten follows after you intending to head upstairs and change then go to dinner

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