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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 5:07:42 GMT -5
[bg=fffffe][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #242a3d;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][style=text-align: right; font-family: impact; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fffffe; background-color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps; border-bottom: 2px solid #4d5d7e;]The past is over ★[/style][style=text-align: right; font-family:trebuchet; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps;]( and Tomorrows wishful thinking )[/style][style=width: 350; margin-left: 110px; background-color: #fffffe; height: 258px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #242a3d; border-top: 1px dotted #242a3d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #242a3d; border-right: 1px dotted #242a3d; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;] A day had past since his innocent back on that desert planet of Agraba. He didn't care too much on the results of his fight with Cloud and that Masked Man however it was what happened afterward that made things difficult. The blond spiky jerk had taken away his spirits and now he was completely powerless. Night didn't know how to fight on his own. Back before he had his spirits began helping him the times he had fought always ended up with him being beaten by his masters back while he was a slave. And from then on he had always avoided any kind of battle while free because if he did he knew he would have lost and just ended up like a slave now. He had received a ride back from Cid to Radiant Garden, the whole time Night was quite not even caring about his fear of the metal monster they traveled in. After they arrived the young keyblader just quickly left just wanting to be alone for awhile to gather his thoughts about what he was going to do now.
He walked through the town with his head down low, and a dead look in his eyes. Night felt like crying about how hopeless he was now. He had been with his spirits for over a year now and having them gone felt completely odd. While he had them there was always another presence with him, so even when he was alone he always felt he had company. He heard their thoughts, felt their feelings, even if he did suppress their feelings a lot so that they wouldn't influence him so much. Though now there was nothing, and it made him feel empty, it was like a part of himself had been taken away.
It was awhile but Night had arrived at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the outside this city. He looked around seeing that there was no one around. Again he was alone but now he had no company. He hated this feeling, it was like back when his mother rescued him from being executed that one night. The night where things were suppose to be better, but they never were. He had to travel a long way to finally find the spirits and some stuff had gotten better. He had finally had strength. He had power to help out his old village, to help a lot of people. He was a warrior for the light to help people in need, but now.... Night growled as he was understanding now without his spirits he was nothing once more. He was just a pathetic child that couldn't defend for himself anymore. With an growl of frustration he punched the wall, giving a cry of pain as all it did was hurt his own hand. Giving a soft cry of defeat Night just backed up into the wall nursing his hand and sitting down with his head in his knees. [/style][style=text-align: right; font-family: impact; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #fffffe; background-color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps; border-bottom: 2px solid #ffffff;]★ And i'm just wishing i can stop[/style] [style=margin-top: -350px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #242a3d;][/style] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #242a3d;][/style] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #242a3d;][/style] [style=text-align: center; font-family: impact; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fffffe; background-color: #242a3d; font-variant: small-caps; margin-top: -12px;]Words: --- ★ Tagged: Felix, Invite ★ Notes: --- Template by Usagi of on the edge[/style] |
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Post by Felix on May 6, 2012 12:31:35 GMT -5
A certain red-headed freelancer could be seen walking out of his house, having slipped on a weighted vest and ankle weights to his person. The extra weight was equal to roughly 200lbs, effectively doubling his weight and insuring that his run would be rather exhausting. Rotating his waist, the freelancer did a couple stretches that he could manage and slipped in his ear buds as the first song on his playlist started.
Heh for a guy that has complete control over his mass, rather odd that I actually use weight vests and stuff… well I suppose old habits die hard, he mused, reminiscing on his past. It was only five, no six years ago when he was just a kid who thought he was invisible, thought he was on top of the world. He believed that he would be a hero of justice one day, a hero that saved the people whenever wherever… for the right price anyway. Indeed, when he was just thirteen he had become a “freelancer” willing to do whatever job that came along. It was mostly just housework, mowing someone’s lawn, pulling weeds, walking dogs, finding a cat, etc, etc. All of it was rather boring but he had stuck with it knowing that someday he would have a chance to prove himself.
And then that chance came, it came in the form of a girl being terrorized by a couple of Shadow Heartless, eager to devour her heart and do whatever else Heartless did. He had noticed them corner her in an alley and despite the fact he had no way to combat them he ran in recklessly. He ordered the girl to run, no complaint being heard from her, as he held off the Heartless. Needless to say, without any training or weapon to speak of, the young freelancer was defeated with meager effort and barely survived the encounter when the fickle Heartless had been distracted long enough for him to escape. That day was probably one of the worst days in his life, having found out the hard way just how weak and powerless he was. He couldn’t do a thing to stop those Heartless and had they not been so easily distracted, the girl and the red-headed youngster would have surely died. It tore him up inside as he walked back home, to be so fragile, to be so weak, to be so… useless. All the boasting he did about one day becoming a hero was nothing but cheap talk for he didn’t have the strength to do any of it. Once he returned home he let out an exasperated shout of relief that at the very least that crappy day would not be met with his mother’s scolding as she wasn’t in the house. Unfortunately for him, his father had been in that time and when he had seen the condition his son was in, he was rather angry to say the least.
But it was because of that event my father decided to-, he began to think but was cut off as he noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Having been stuck in his memories for quite some time, the freelancer hadn’t really paid attention to where he was running, having deviated from his normal route quite a bit. He was at one of the exits of Radiant Gardens, a rather desecrated area with not a person in sight but one boy. Yes, one boy was present here, leaning his back against the wall as he nursed his head, the most probable cause being that he punched the wall. Whatever the case, it was quite clear to see he was rather down in the dumps as he pressed his head against his knees, the freelancer frowning lightly at the sight. He hated to admit it but he had a bit of a soft spot for kids and despite the fact he still had roughly fourty-five minutes of running to do, he decided to take a break to check out the situation. That being said, he began to walk forward getting a control on his breathing as he took the ear buds out of his ears stopping a few feet from the kid. He crouched down to get a better look at him, recognizing him rather quickly upon doing so
”Hey there Night,” he started as he scratched the back of his head searching for the words to speak. He wanted to ask him what was wrong but thought it be a bit rude to immediately start with that. Thus, the freelancer took a seat next to the spiky-haired kid, giving him a decent amount of space as he released a deep breath.
”I don’t suppose you remember me do ya?" he asked pointing to himself with a neutral expression and wondering if the kid did indeed remember him. The encounters they had were few and far in between so it was a good question. The freelancer remembered him certainly but he had a good memory when it came to people’s names. Furthermore, he had wanted this kid to be his sidekick for the longest time so it was really no surprise to recall his name on his part.
I’d still like him as my Robin even now, he mused but didn’t think on it too deeply, deciding that he’d focus on the young keybearer’s wellbeing first.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2012 12:44:24 GMT -5
[bg=fffffe][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #242a3d;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][style=text-align: right; font-family: impact; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fffffe; background-color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps; border-bottom: 2px solid #4d5d7e;]The past is over ★[/style][style=text-align: right; font-family:trebuchet; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps;]( and Tomorrows wishful thinking )[/style][style=width: 350; margin-left: 110px; background-color: #fffffe; height: 258px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #242a3d; border-top: 1px dotted #242a3d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #242a3d; border-right: 1px dotted #242a3d; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;] The young keyblader was still angry with himself as he continued to just sulk against the wall, a few tears escaping from his eyes. He hated this so much, he didn't even understand the full reason why the blond jerk took his spirits. Something about getting stronger on his own and not counting on the light and dark to fight. But they were his strength why did he have to take them away? Now what was he suppose to do? He didn't know how to do anything other than be an item for someone else and serve them on what they wanted. But this ex-slave was NOT going to go back to that. He had tasted freedom and he was enjoying it. He enjoyed being referred to as a 'he' rather than an 'it' he enjoyed having a name. Though with his spirits gone just what could he do.
”Hey there Night,” The young boy heard looking up in shock, his body jumping in slight panic at the unexpected voice. Blue eyes looking up at the red hair man who had come to crouch in front of him. Wait how long as he been there? How did he not sense him!? 'Oh right,' he thought to himself, realizing that he was only able to sense people around him before was because of his spirits and they were gone which meant he couldn't sense anyone anymore. He quickly took his gloves to wipe away the tears in his eyes not saying anything to him. Though he seemed in a rush to wipe them away as if he was expecting something bad if he were seen with them. Which was the case back in his old home, the masters didn't want their slaves crying. They were suppose to enjoy serving their masters, and weren't never suppose to cry to show weakness.
Once he knew his tears were gone, he still just looked ahead as Felix sat beside him, Night not moving other than just to check that there was some distance between them. Once that was confirmed he nodded to him. "Y-yeah, you were from that cave, Felix right?" he questioned wanting to make sure. The keyblader trying to hide the sadness from his voice. What did this guy want? What was he even doing here? Could Night just be left alone?
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Post by Felix on May 6, 2012 13:02:02 GMT -5
After a moment of what seemed to be contemplation, the diminutive keybearer replied, his voice sounding just as small as he was. He stuttered a bit and seemed to be unsure of the freelancer’s identity, his response a question rather than a statement. Normally, the freelancer would bust the kid’s chops for not knowing he was in the presence of the #1 Freelancer of Radiant Gardens. Considering Night’s tone though, it was easy to see he was depressed and not in the mood for it even if he tried to hide it. Thus the freelancer simply raised a knee as he rested his right elbow against it, looking out to the horizon that stretched out in front of them. ”Correct, the #1 Freelancer of Radiant Gardens, Felix Maximilian, he replied, a smirk curving against his lips, ”Also the #1 Slacker of Radiant Gardens since I could be looking for a job to do and yet here I am being lazy,” he joked, hoping to get a chuckle out of the kid or a smile if nothing else. Whether he was successful or not the freelancer’s thoughts began to wander for the moment, going back to the flashback he had been having earlier. It was all playing out in his head in fast forward once more, his encounter with the Heartless and his defeat by their hand. Also the feeling of powerlessness, shame, and disgust was rearing its ugly head, even if it had been ages ago. While he knew he had just been a stupid kid back then, it didn’t help him not regret having been so weak back then. Even now he still felt weak; the thought of his mother’s health being brought to mind a sad look filled his eyes briefly. It wasn’t his fault, or at least that’s what his father tried to tell him as well as a handful of others but he didn’t believe so. No, had he paid more attention to her, had he spent more time with her he could have noticed the warning signs but now she was stuck with cancer and it was too late to even try to treat it. All they could do was extend her life and despite all the training he did, despite all the money he made, and despite all the experience he had accumulated being a freelancer, he wasn’t ready to deal with this situation. Above both the rage and despair, he felt useless, powerless to do anything to save or even help his mother through these troublesome times. He didn’t even remember when was the last time he visited her, only stopping by occasionally to pay for the medical expenses before off to do another job. Damn it why am I thinking about that now? I go over here to try and cheer this kid up and I only end up depressing myself,[/i] he thought briefly before shaking his head to remove the thoughts for a moment. With that he looked back over to Night, scanning over his frame and noticing the same look in the boy’s eyes much like the one he had just a moment ago. Not only did he notice the look in Night’s eyes but he also noticed the lack of bracelets on his person come to think of it. He wasn’t sure what that meant exactly but perhaps it was the reason why the kid was giving that same look. Perhaps that bracelet gave him the power Felix had seen him wield in the cave a while back and without it he was powerless just like the red-head. The thought made him frown for a moment before he shook his head again, his expression becoming neutral as he parted his lips. ”If you don’t mind me asking…” the freelancer started looking at the ground for a moment with a noticeable lack of luster in his eyes, ”what’s got you down in the dumps? Did your bracelet get stolen or something?” he asked, his tone soft as he pointed to the keybearer’s bare left wrist. Perhaps he was going a bit too quick asking him that so quickly, hell the two hardly knew each other but the freelancer couldn’t help it. Seeing that same look in Night’s eyes, he knew exactly what the young buck was going through even if he didn’t vocalize his feelings. He wasn’t giving the kid pity, he was just empathetic was all and the freelancer hoped Night would realize that was the case. He didn’t like being misunderstood and contrary to popular belief, the freelancer had a heart that ached the same as anyone else, especially for a kid that looked so… lost. And maybe if I’m lucky, if I help him with his problems he’ll become my sidekick,[/i] he thought briefly, trying to distract himself from these melancholic thoughts even if for only a second.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2012 13:08:43 GMT -5
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”Correct, the #1 Freelancer of Radiant Gardens, Felix Maximilian" Night just looked toward the red as he spoke about himself calling himself number one of Radiant Gardens. Though by the look in Night's eyes it was obvious that he really couldn't care less about it. The young boy didn't even detect the jokingness in his voice. Not that he would have caught it even if he were in a happy mood since he was pretty oblivious to it since he wasn't one for jokes. Though when things went silent again Night just looked back forward to just continue to mope and try to think of a way to get his spirits back. What could he do? The guy mentioned for him to get stronger and become balance. He was balanced though.... well at least he believed he was he never really struggled with the darkness in his own heart but more rather keeping the spirits at bay. i]'Maybe if...' |
[/i] he was trying to think before the red head spoke again making Night lose his train of thought. Despite his lack of mood, Night payed attention anyways looking toward him once more with his depressed look still in his eyes. Though the expression quickly changed to a dark glare before just hugging his knees with his hands again, his right hand covering his empty wrist as he looked away from him now, obviously bringing up a sore subject for him. "What does it matter to you," he growled, he didn't even answer the question but by his reaction it should have made it clear. Night didn't like that here was another person who knew about his bracelets, was he that careless with hiding them and everyone saw it? Did everyone know about them? Could anyone have taken from him then? Night was so distracted with the question itself he didn't really notice the tone behind it all. "Is there something that you want? Other wise can you just leave I really don't care to have company right now," he growled at him. Unless he wanted something Night didn't care to have him around. The keyblader couldn't help but revert back to his older self where he couldn't bring himself to trust anyone again. Now that he was defenseless he had to be careful. He was already weaker than plenty of people even with his spirit's help but now he had no way of self defense. Sure he had his keyblade but what use was it to him if he didn't know how to fight with it properly. He was pathetic without them and it was probably safer on just keeping people away rather than letting them stay close. [/style][style=text-align: right; font-family: impact; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #fffffe; background-color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps; border-bottom: 2px solid #ffffff;]★ And i'm just wishing i can stop[/style] [style=margin-top: -350px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #242a3d;] [/style] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #242a3d;] [/style] [style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #242a3d;] [/style] [style=text-align: center; font-family: impact; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fffffe; background-color: #242a3d; font-variant: small-caps; margin-top: -12px;]Words: --- ★ Tagged: Felix, Invite ★ Notes: ---Template by Usagi of on the edge[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Felix on May 6, 2012 13:09:35 GMT -5
As the freelancer’s words escaped his lips, he could see the sudden shift in Night’s eyes, anger filling them up rather quickly as he noted the lack of a braclet on his left wrist. This caused the freelancer to frown as he averted his eyes for a moment, having hit what seemed to be a sore spot for the kid. He certainly hadn’t meant too and while normally he’d be irritated by the sudden lashing, he decided to drop it in this case. Indeed, he didn’t know what the bracelet meant to the kid, nor did he know his past so trusting a stranger with that information could prove troublesome for the little tyke.
”Ah my apologies I was just asking was all as I’d gladly help you find it if that were the case, free of charge,” he noted and actually meant it. The freelancer while a money-hungry individual was not the type that would take money from a kid and if he did he’d simply use it to buy them ice-cream. After all, he knew better than anyone what poverty was like growing up and he didn’t want to be responsible for taking a child’s money. Whether Night believed him or not was his own choice although the freelancer certainly hoped for the former. Whatever the case, a sigh would escape his lips after the reply as he scratched his head thinking of what to say next.
If this were a fight I’d have already made a bunch of quips and one-liners but playing therapist is a lot harder,[/i] he mused as he went back to reminiscing on his childhood memories, specifically once he had returned home that faithful day. When he returned home and received a stern talking to from his father, his life changed forever. His father took him into the basement that was always locked and introduced him to a world he never saw before. The world that lay beneath the first floor of his house was one full of training equipment, trophies, weapons, and all sorts of martial arts related matter. It was unbelievable; he darted from one end of the room to the other, fascinated by all of it especially since his father owned all of it. For his entire life, Felix had never seen his father ever raise a hand to anyone before or even killed a fly! Yet here he was, in his father’s personal training room and needless to say he had been quite impressed. More so than impressed though, he was happy that his father let him know about his secret and why he kept it hidden. He was happy that he allowed him both into the basement and his heart for only moments after stepping into that basement his father had begun to train him to be a martial artist.
Before the thoughts could continue he was snapped out of it once more by Night’s words, the freelancer looking back over to the kid. He considered his request for a moment, shifting his body to get up and begun doing so.
”Well if that’s the case then I guess I’ll…” he started to speak but before the sentence finished he plopped back down again on his ass meaning to stay, ”Actually there is something I want, what I want is to know why you’re the same expression as me,” he added as he got comfortable against the wall. Looking over to Night with a sideward glance, the freelancer’s eyes were filled with the same expression Night had in his own optics. Bitterness, weakness, anger, sorrow, powerlessness and most of all… uselessness. All of it was expressed in his eyes alone much like the kids and with that in mind the freelancer parted his lips to speak once more.
”I’m not sure what happened to you but I know exactly how you feel right now Night. Your eyes say it all, you feel fragile, weak, and powerless. They show your frustration, your anger, and the rage for being so feeble but unable to do anything about it. They’re full of sadness, bitterness, and sorrow even because it seems like you’re accepting that you can’t change. Maybe I’m talking out of my ass but that’s what it seems like cause whenever I get that same look that’s what it means for me,” he spieled, taking a moment to catch his breath. He would close his eyes briefly as they shifted over to the sky, watching the clouds as they passed by for a fleeting moment before speaking once more.
”Yet much like those passing clouds, humans move on and continue progressing through life, it doesn’t stop and it keeps on changing. It’s incredibly cruel and filled with hardship but it’s the adversity that we face that makes people stronger. I don’t know what the obstacle is that you face right now but any hurdle can be overcome with effort. Life is like an incredibly long fight, full of punches you don’t see coming that knock you on your ass. When you fall down you can stay down or train harder, get back up and continue fighting,” he explained, once again taking a pause to breathe although not allowing a word in edge wise as he looked over to Night.
”Maybe you already knew that but when I was your age I certainly didn’t and needed someone else to tell me that. I needed someone else to help me through that and to get me back up on my feet because no one can do it alone,” he finished, letting out a sigh as he moved his gaze back to the clouds. He said his piece and while he wanted the kid to know that he would offer his help to him, you can’t help those who can’t help themselves. Night would have to make the first step and tell the freelancer what he wanted. He’d have to tell him that he wanted to get rid of that feeling of weakness, sorrow, anger, and all those other damn adjectives. He’d have to tell Felix that he wanted to get stronger and show the freelancer his resolve to get back up once more… well that was assuming he hit the nail on the head anyway, for all he knew the kid was simply bummed out about dropping his ice-cream or something.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2012 13:17:08 GMT -5
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Night's glare became darker when Felix just apologized for bringing up the subject. Obviously not to caring about the apology. Why this guy wanted small talk with him was beyond him honestly. Could he not take a hint that Night wasn't in the mood to talk? He just wanted to be alone was that to much to ask for? "It was taken from me from some really strong, spiky haired, jerk doubt you could help me take it back," he grumbled to him as he looked back forward to the wall. still hugging himself, figuring that if he told him his problem that he would finally leave him alone and stop pestering him about them. He didn't want the constant reminder that they were gone around him. Even if he said he'd do it no charge which meant little to him because he wouldn't pay him for anything. He worked hard for the little money he got in order to get some simple food for himself and that was all his money was for.
Though for now if this guy had nothing to he wanted from the keyblader, and by the looks of it he actually was going to leave before surprising him yet again as he quickly plopped himself back down making Night flinch back away from him. "S-same expression?" he questioned not understanding it at first before he noticed the older man's look. Seeing everything that he was feeling right now in that very moment. Was this guy trying to relate to him or something? Trying to show he understood what he was feeling? Though as he began talking more about his feelings Night seemed to lose his annoyance to the red head as he just let him go on. Just looking down as he knew he was speaking the true. Maybe the guy really did have a clue about what he was feeling right now. How he wasn't to sure maybe he was in the same position as him at one time in his life. Though recalling his strength from back in the cave he didn't seem like the type who would understand. "I-I guess..... he commented on that still not seeming to want to fully admit it to this guy, still unsure if he should be opening up to him at all.
Though once again he was quite as he continued to speak, just looking at him with some interest in what he was talking about, having gotten his attention. It got him thinking about his own life and all the hardships he had to face. His being a no name slave probably being the harshest of them all, and thanks to his mom he had escaped to try and become free. His next hurdle was to look for the spirits to try and help free his village. It took a long time, and there were many problems along the way but in the end he made it. And with them he was able to bring freedom to his village, and with them he had tried to help people of other worlds. Were those all his own challenges? He cringed lightly as he looked down, now seeing this as a bit of a challenge he needed to face but for a lot of his problems he had he had help. Now that help was gone what was he suppose to do? As much as get up, train harder and continue fighting seemed nice but he didn't think he had what it took to do it.
Though he continued on, telling him that he didn't do it alone, and that he had help. Something right now Night desperately needed. Though he wasn't sure at all when it came to asking. Sure all his life he had had help to get somewhere, so was he suppose to ask for it now? But, he had no clue who he should asked. By the sound of it this guy seemed to want him to ask him. Though Night was hesitant about it, he still didn't know who this guy was. "No I suppose not, and I do want to go on... b-but I'm not sure I can.... I've never fought on my own before and I'm not sure if I can start now...." he said to him with a sad tone still in his voice. He couldn't fight without his spirits, he's NEVER fought without them how was he suppose to start now?
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Post by Felix on May 6, 2012 13:41:21 GMT -5
After his rather long speech and an a seemingly equally long pause, Night spoke this time seeming to have a lot more respect for the freelancer than before. While a bit more respect was being shown, the sad tone in his voice remained but the red-head wasn’t disheartened about it. After all, just because he gave the kid a speech about life didn’t mean he was going to suddenly cheer up. Sure it might have an effect on him but much like the freelancer had felt that day long ago he was still going to feel like crap. He was still going to feel powerless for having been defeated or in this case for having his bracelet taken from him. As it would seem, the bracelet gave him the power to transform into the beast that the freelancer had seen months ago and without it all he was left with was a keyblade. While this might be enough for some, Night was just a kid after all and the freelancer was sure he hadn’t had proper training and if he ever received some it was short-lived. Properly training someone didn’t happen overnight, it took days, weeks, months, even years! And even then, after five years of training one couldn’t prepare themselves for everything they would face. No matter how hard one trained they could never be a master at anything, one could always get better contrary to popular belief.
I certainly remember Dad telling me as much… and by tell I mean beat it into me,[/i] he thought, holding back a snicker as he didn’t want Night to think he wasn’t taking this seriously. Regardless, he contemplated the words for a bit longer before reaching over to the boy’s closest shoulder, resting his hand on it with a bit of a firm grip. He would then look over to him, trying to lift the mood as his facial expression changed to a more upbeat one, a toothy grin and a wink at the melancholic tyke.
”Who said you have to fight alone? I thought I just got done explaining that everyone needs help from time to time,” he noted as his facial expression got a little more stern and confident, ”I’m not sure if you want it but I’d be glad to be the one that helps you back on your feet. I’ll give you the training you need to be able to fight on your own and get back that bracelet from that spiky headed jerk alright?” he explained, his offer to help coming out a bit quicker than originally planned. Indeed, he had wanted the kid to personally ask for the help but it seemed the freelancer was a bit too eager to have an apprentice and jumped the gun.
Although he did admit he had a problem and he wanted to change so he met me halfway at least, he mused as he suddenly stood up rotating his neck a bit. After doing so, the freelancer would take off the weighted vest he currently had on as well as the shirt that covered it, revealing his upper body. With it now bare for anyone’s eyes to see, if one were to look over the freelancer’s physique while they would certainly see that it was well-defined and toned, it was also scared all over. Indeed, scars ran all across his upper body front and back, no spot seemingly left untouched. Every scar had a story, and every scar was a loss in some way the motivated him to continue training and to continue fighting. Every scar reminded him that life was just one big fight and that so long as he kept getting back up he could always try again no matter what happened. The reason he was showing this off though wasn’t simply to remind himself of all that though.
”As you can see I’ve gotten quite a few scars racked up on my body due to my work as a freelancer and I’m only nineteen. I expect there to be a lot more before I stop doing it or die but every scar on my body is a reminder to me that I need to get stronger. Every scar reminds me that I can’t give up and that I can continue improving, continue getting stronger. Will I ever completely be rid of my weakness so I can avoid getting these scars in the future? Probably not, but it’s been fun trying to accomplish that as a goal and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. That being said, I think I can say you feel the same at least a little bit right? You want to get stronger and show not only that spiky headed jerk but everyone that you’re no pushover right? You want to show them what you’re made of,” he spieled, turning around to face Night. He smirked confidently as he extended his right hand to the boy, his eyes also showing just how serious was as he uttered his next statement.
”That being said, if you can survive my training I’ll make you hella stronger, maybe even the strongest,” he declared with a bit of bravado, awaiting Night’s response.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2012 13:55:10 GMT -5
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He looked up as he watched as the freelancer suddenly stood up. Night just giving him a confused look, blinking a few times as he removed his shirt first then some vest thing. Blue eyes couldn't help but look to the ground as he heard the hard thud come from the vest. Just how heavy was that thing!? Though again he put his focus on Felix, blue eyes wide in shock at the scars he had, and instantly it brought back old memories. He could remember not doing what the master's wanted the quickly being pushed down as they got out their whip and lashed at his back. The burning pain from those lashes were still as fresh in his mind as if the lashings had happened the day before. I didn't understand why Felix was showing this to him, but his pupils were small in pure panic as his eyes were watery at the horrid reminder of it all.
Though Night stayed quite, and just listened to Felix's thoughts on his own scars, which still confused the ex-slave. He liked his scars because they hard stories. Yeah sure as true as that was Night didn't find that to be a good thing. All his scars held bad memories, but the red head had one good point. If Night didn't want to be a push over any more. He didn't want to feel this feeling of pure weakness anymore. If every scar was a message to get stronger than his scars were definitely screaming at him. He didn't want any more scars to add to all the ones he already had. He didn't want nor need that. He looked down at his hand for a bit, contemplating on his decision still unsure, "Ummm.... I.... I..... okay..... he agreed as he used one hand to wipe the water from his eyes and used the other to take hold of Felix's and standing himself up, looking down as a thought came to his mind as he stepped back away from him. "B-but why are you doing this? Why help me?
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Post by Felix on May 6, 2012 13:59:58 GMT -5
As his hand was gripped the freelancer couldn’t help but grin toothily, happy to see that this kid was beginning to accept him if only a little. If he were to train Night to get strong enough to fight without his spirits than Night would have to trust in him and the training he gave. The young keybearer would have to give it his all, he would have to put every fiber of his being into this effort, and he’d have to keep on trudging through no matter how beaten and ragged his body became. If life was like an incredibly long fight, then Night would need the training just so he could live to see tomorrow. So he could live to see the day after, so he could live to see the day after that one, and the day after that other one! But more so than just surviving, he’d be able to continue on with his life, head held high, and proud of what he was. He would be willing to accept his weakness and move on without regret, without doubt, and without shame. He would only reflect on it and not let it keep him down; he would have the fortitude to get back up every time he inevitably lost, and the strength to win the next time he faced the punches that life threw at him.
And if he ever needs a nudge to get back up I’ll give him a swift kick in the ass whether it be figurative or literal,[/i] the freelancer mused as he pulled the boy up to his feet to be met with another question. The freelancer contemplated said question, putting a hand to his chin in thought as his facial expression showed he was thinking hard about this one.
”I have absolutely no idea!” he exclaimed, not shouting but certainly raising his volume, ”It might be hard to believe but I really have no clue myself to be honest with ya! I don’t look to gain anything from training you, if anything I’d only be using up valuable time and resources doing so. Because if you were to train under my tutelage than living in my house would be required as I’d have to make sure you’re getting fed properly and sleeping as well. I’d also have to make sure to train you mentally as well because I’m not about to have an apprentice who’s ignorant of anything like Math or Science. I’d have to adjust my schedule so I can make time for you training as well as take care of any other problems that arise while you’re in my care. All in all it seems like quite a load of trouble that’s easily avoidable, he explained, having been nodding to himself with closed eyes during the entire spiel. After finishing though a single eye would open as he grinned once more.
”And yet I want to do it anyway and I mean to make sure that you’ll never be pushed around again. That you can walk with your head held high, so you can be proud of yourself, and so that you can hopefully never have that look in your eyes again… and beat that spiky headed jerk down hehe. It’s a giant chore but I’m willing to do it if you are and free of charge at that!” he explained, pausing for a moment as he snickered to himself.
”And if you believe I have some ulterior motive than you can simply beat me up later on with the training you get ne? It’s a teacher’s greatest joy to see their student surpass them and while I don’t expect you to be doing so anytime soon since I am rather awesome, I do hope it happens one day,” he stated, his tone a bit lighter as he intended the last sentence to be a bit of a joke in regards to him being so awesome. Regardless, his hand would then extend towards Night as he smirked, a determined and confident expression behind the optics that looked toward the keybearer.
”That being said I must ask… are you ready to get stronger Night? Are you ready to put everything on the line and give it you’re all? Because I assure you my training will be no cake walk but I guarantee the results to those who are patient and stick to it,” he declared, his tone just as confident and determined as the expression behind his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2012 14:09:12 GMT -5
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Though at the end of his speech about all he planed on doing Night couldn't help but find himself surprised that he was still willing to do it all. Though he wasn't completely sure about the whole 'head held high' comment. Night was never a confident person, and he really didn't see on how getting stronger would help with that confident. Well maybe, he couldn't help but sigh lightly in slight nervousness about this whole whack idea now. Once again he ignored the whole free of charge thing which was an odd thing to him, but whatever at least he didn't have to pay for the training. Though he should probably make an note to try to find some way to thank him later on.
He just continued to stare at him, waiting for him to finally be done with his speeches, 'Man this guy can talk a lot,' he thought to himself, but he listened to every word carefully, not seeing any anyone liked their student surpassing their master. Once again not recognizing the joke tone behind his voice. Though finally his talking seemed to come to an end as Night looking down as he asked his questioned. He closed his eyes and nodded his head lightly before looking back up at him with a bit of a determined look, "Yes, I wanna be stronger, I'll be willing to do the training."
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Post by Felix on May 10, 2012 21:51:01 GMT -5
With yet another incredibly long speech out of the way, the freelancer could see that he was getting through to the kid as he looked in the eyes that gazed up to him. It wasn’t completely there, hardly noticeable at all almost but he could see the determination behind them. The kid was ready to take the first step forward to become stronger and while he truly had no idea what he was getting into, Felix couldn’t help but respect the tyke just a tad. With that said and a firm grip around Night’s right hand he shook it once as he grinned toothily, giving him a thumbs-up with his other free hand.
Alright then let’s get you started immediately, time’s a wasting and we have a lot of work to do!” he shouted as he clenched the hand that was giving a thumbs up into a fist… he was pumped.
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Roughly twenty minutes later on a cab ride, Felix would be bringing Night with him over to his humble abode, handing the cab driver his fare as he motioned for Night to follow. He stepped out the car, confidence in his stride as he unlocked the door to his house. He walked inside, taking off the weighted vest he had put back on and throwing at aside, landing on the carpet with a loud thud. He then moved to take off his ankle weights as well, throwing them aside with little effort and the same thud being produced albeit a less louder. Regardless, the freelancer locked up the door after Night had walked in, turning back to look at his rather bare living room. Indeed, all that was there was a fifty two inch TV and a leather couch, not even a table in the middle of the room for people to rest anything like a drink on.
I should probably get a coffee table here even if I don’t spend much time actually at home,[/i] he mused before looking over to Night. He chuckled nervously as a sheepish grin curved against his face, scratching his right cheek with his index finger.
”Ah this is my living room although it’s not very well-furnished at the moment, haven’t had much chance to do so. At any rate feel free to look around the house as I need to look for a couple things so we can start the first part of your training,” he explained, stepping out toward the kitchen to head to the basement. If Night bothered to look around, near the kitchen were four other doors all leading to separate rooms. The door to the left of the entrance to the kitchen would reveal a staircase that lead up to the attic. In the attic would be Felix’s room, a king sized bed at one end of the room and an air conditioner hanging out the window of the other. In between that space would be two dressers, one standing tall whilst the other was more on the wide side. In both were assorted clothing needless to say but if Night was perceptive he would also notice a lack of anything on top of the dressers. Indeed, the top of the dressers were bare where one would normally put pictures of their friends and family. Would this give a little more insight into what the freelancer was like to the tyke was a possibility, hell perhaps Night would begin to ponder whether Felix was doing this whole thing for companionship. Regardless, moving on from the dressers, another leather couch would be seen towards the end of the room with the air conditioner. It wasn’t facing the air conditioner but rather the right (east) wall which had another TV, smaller than the one below but still relatively big. It had an assortment of consoles underneath as well as a library of games and while the freelancer hardly ever had the time to make use of it, perhaps Night would.
Whatever the case was, that was Felix’ room as for the others they were a bit more common and not worthy of such detailed description. Indeed, the room to the right of the kitchen and a little down the hall would be the dining room which was rather spacious allowing it to fit a rather elegant looking wooden table. While this was true, it would seem it hadn’t been used in the longest time, dust collecting on both the tables and the wooden chairs that accompanied it. A chandelier hung above it but much like the table it had collected a bit of dust due to the freelancer’s neglect. Aside from that though not much was left in the dining room to describe except two windows which allowed some natural ventilation if desired.
Moving on, the room that lay parallel to the door that lead to Felix’ was the bathroom. The bathroom was a little bit better taken care of, not spotless but far from dirty and was rather standard. You had your sink, you had your bathtub, you had your shower curtains (which were green by the way) and you had your clothes chute. The medicine cabinet above the sink was also rather normal although the amount of different medicines and pills in it would be a bit staggering to the average person. Although for Felix it was a necessary part of his life, several of the pills being vitamins and minerals that were otherwise hard to get by just eating the right foods.
Finally, the room that was down the hall and to the right was Felix’ office. He didn’t spend much time in there either although made sure to clean it up whenever he did, that room having been visited recently and as such would be clean. Regardless, in it was a rather large wooden desk that housed just the average stuff, paper, writing utensils, a stapler, etc, etc. Also on it was a laptop that lay upon a cooling pad that was hooked up to a twenty-two inch monitor. The keyboard and mouse were on there as well of course, the freelancer not a fan of the peripherals that one gets with a laptop such as the touchpad mouse. To the right of the desk was a metal cabinet, one that was bolted to the ground and locked up tightly. Not only would one require a key to open it but Felix had also made it so one needed to know the password to the keypad that was located on it as well. Perhaps he was a bit paranoid but the freelancer thought he’d rather be safe than sorry as said cabinet contained any and all important documents regarding him our clients. A closet was located not too far from it as well, housing a couple coats and in the other corner of the room was a rather large bookcase that house many different reading materials. They were all sorted in a way that made it easy for Felix to find what he needed but for anyone else it would seem to be like a tornado hit the bookcase and scrambled everything up.
Then there was the basemen-!
”Yo Night meet me outside I found what we need to start!” a certain freelancer shouted from said basement as he hurried up the stairs and outside himself. Assuming Night was there waiting for him he would see the freelancer outside with a tire, a rope, and a grin that stretched from ear to ear.
”You may be wondering what the tire and rope are for… it’s for running, he started, his grin somehow getting wider despite the fact it seemed as if it couldn’t get any wider, ”I’m going to tie this rope around your waist and you’re going to drag the tire whilst I sit on it. I except you to run as fast as you can and our route will be let’s see…. I’d say all the way over to that one duck’s place business, that ice cream shop should be a good start,” he explained nodding to himself. If Night had been to Radiant Gardens before and was familiar with the town, he would most likely be in a state of disbelief as the shop Felix was referring to was on the other side of town. If not then he was in for one hell of a run that was going to seem downright sadistic by most people’s standards. While he explained as much, Felix had already taken the liberty to tie the rope around Night’s waist and sit on the tire as well.
”Better make it quick cause otherwise we might not have time to eat dinner,” the freelancer teased, his mouth wide open before closing and a snicker escaped his lips… it was time to see what Night was made of.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2012 16:03:59 GMT -5
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Once the ride was he watched as Felix payed off the dude then headed to his home, Night in tow. Walking in after the freelancer opened it up and looking around seeing the same screens Cid seemed to have on his ship. That didn't seem right why was that there wasn't it for ship kind of stuff? Was it used for something else? Oh well it didn't matter. He watched as Felix left to somewhere telling him to look around as he found stuff to train with. "Uhhh sure okay...." he replied to him as he did just as told and took a quick look around.
Look looking around to see the kitchen not saying much about it, the stove looked really odd from what he was used to, though he was just used to cooking stuff over a basic fire. He looked through one of the doors in the house seeing the stairs. Curiosity catching him as he stepped down stairs too see a room, and seeing the over sized bed, "This guy isn't that big why does he need such a big bed?" he asked himself just looking around it. It was so weird to see a home this big. Usually places this big were reserved for the masters of their world while slaves like him were stuck in an out house outside. In a small little cheap barn. Either this guy was making a lot of money to allow himself such a big place or was this just average for people on this world? Though one thing he did notice was no paints of anyone special. Even his masters had paints of family. Did this mean he had no parents like him? Though that really wasn't his place to asked. Nothing was, after all Night wouldn't want Felix learning about him, so it was probably best if he stopped snooping around and just wait for Felix again. Heading back upstairs he went to the living room and sitting down on the couch with his head just looking toward the floor, his hands resting on his knees as he waited.
His head picked up when he heard Felix call him from down stairs. Doing as told he moved out of the house and waited for him out side, turning as he heard him exit the house. Night giving him a questionable look, as he carried some type of rubber wheel out or 'tire' as Felix called it, odd name, along with rope. Night just standing there as he explained what he had to do. So it was like the tools the had to push while they were out farming fruits for the masters. He wasn't sure as to whether it was heavier or not though. Most likely was since most of the heavy stuff was always done by the older slaves, or at least with their help. Though the problem with it was that he wasn't all that familiar with the town so gave him a bit of a confused look as he tied the rope around his waist. He didn't feel to comfortable about this, but if it was 'training' he was willing to give it a shot. The whole no dinner thing being pretty normal to him it wasn't like he ate everyday anyways. "Okay, but I don't know where that is can you at least direct me to where I have to go?" he questioned not wanting to be running wildly around with this guy on his back.
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Post by Felix on May 14, 2012 21:15:18 GMT -5
After having set up his apprentice with the rope around his waist, he soon informed him that he was unfamiliar with the surrounding town. The freelancer scratched the back of his head, grinning toothily as he snickered.
”No problem and with my training you’ll know this place like the back of your hand by next week!” he declared as he walked over to the tire behind Night, sitting on it with his legs crossed and his finger extended toward the horizon, ”Forward and put the pedal to the metal Night, I don’t want to see you slow down for even a second!” he exclaimed and soon enough the boy started running forward. Once Night began, the freelancer crossed his arms as he made note of Night’s pace that he was keeping, figuring it to be around a jog’s pace, five to six miles per hour. Not too bad considering his student was only thirteen years old and probably never had proper training in his life.
On the other hand he’s fresh right now, let’s see how long he can keep it up, the freelancer thought with a smirk as Night continued to run forward for quite some time. After about ten minutes of running though, the freelancer would instruct Night to make a gradual left turn to avoid injuring himself. When the turn was completed, the pair would be amongst a few of the townsfolk now, some of them waving over to the freelancer and a couple others snickering at the ludicrous sight. The freelancer took it in stride though, he had to go through the same thing when he was a kid and knew that despite the teasing the townspeople were more supportive than they looked. Indeed, when he used to do the daily run or two with his father on the tire, he recalled being thrown the occasional bottle of water, some people cheering him to go on, and some of them engaging in idle conversation to distract him. It was odd to see and the freelancer had never thought much of his town when he was a kid but that had changed when they saw him doing something positive and with such determination.
”Running that kid through the ringer the old man threw you in huh?” a middle-aged man called out up ahead, the freelancer leaning to the side as he waved to him with a smile, ”That I am, he’s my new apprentice so be nice to him okay?” he requested, the man nodding as the freelancer poked Night with a stick in the back who seemed rather focused on running at the moment.
”Hey don’t be rude, wave over to him and introduce yourself to mate,” the freelancer instructed as he crossed his arms again with a smile. As Night made his introduction though, a vein bulged on Felix’ forehead as he gritted his teeth.
”That doesn’t mean slow down!” he shouted as he lightly tapped Night’s head with the stick he had, ”Pick up the pace Night!” he shouted once more as he went back to being passive and sitting on the tire. Meanwhile the citizens nearby couldn’t help but snicker at the duo, the freelancer being just as unforgiving as his father had been. Although there was one woman in particular, probably in her mid-twenties that waved over to Night and called out to him.
”He might seem like a jerk now but you needn’t worry, he was put through the same thing so just stick with it! Don’t give up no matter what kid!” she encouraged as the two would pass her by, the freelancer smirking at her encouragement as he gave her the thumbs up for her great choice of words and they continued on their run.
X---Fifty minutes later---X
Fifty exhausting minutes later, the duo would finally arrive at the ice cream store on the other side of town, Felix hopping off the tire as he threw his arms above his head and stretched out his back. He would look over to Night, smirking at the sweat that had been worked up on the little tyke’s body as he patted his head lightly.
”You’re probably hella thirsty, there's a water fountain over there if you want a drink but don’t drink too fast. Oh and the button is a bit messed up so you have to press it down pretty hard to get a decent stream of water to come out so put your back into it,” he informed the young keybearer, pointing over to a water fountain as he patted his back lightly and moved on over to the ice cream shop. The freelancer leaned against the counter that stuck out a few inches forward, lifting his left arm and signaling for two ice creams with his index and middle finger. After doing so, two sea salt ice creams were produced, the freelancer sliding his money across the counter as he grabbed the two in his hands from behind. Walking over to Night after procuring the frozen delicacy, the freelancer grinned widely with closed eyes as he presented the two ice cream treats to the young keybearer.
”You did a good job today Night, if you keep it up you’ll be able to kick that spiky-haired jerk’s butt before you know it!” he praised as extended one hand to give the ice cream to Night. After handing the treat off, the freelancer would lean against a nearby wall, going to work on his ice cream and talking in between licks.
”So you have a better idea of why I’m making you do all this running, the main focus of your training is going to be building endurance, lower body, and your resolve, the most important attributes for any martial artist. Without endurance you’ll gas out in the middle of a fight and won’t be able to fight to your full potential. Without strong legs you won’t be able to get power behind your blows and you’ll fall down all too easily. And without a strong resolve you won’t be able to push your body past its limits and continue a fight even when outclassed by your opponent,” he explained as he finished his ice cream. He examined the stick to see it wasn’t a “winner”, throwing it aside into a nearby trash can, crossing his arms as he continued with a stern expression.
”It won’t happen in a day, it won’t happen in a week, hell it might not even happen in a month but so long as you stick with me I’ll guarantee you’ll get stronger. There are no shortcuts to becoming stronger and you have to beat your tears, blood, and soul into the ground if you want to improve. Therefore I ask you again Night…” he paused, turning to Night as he extended his right fist toward the young keybearer for a fist bump, ”Are you truly ready to take my training Night? It’s a long and arduous path in front of you and while I’m willing to guide you along it you have to be behind me a hundred percent of the way, no hesitation. So I want to hear you again, I want you to shout as loud as you can and show me your resolve to go down this path cause it only gets tougher and tougher,” he explained as he awaited Night’s response whether it was a yes or no, giving the boy another chance to decline his training. Not that he wanted him to, but he didn’t want to train a kid who wasn’t going to put his all into the training. He needed Night to prove beyond a shadow of doubt that his resolve was strong.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2012 21:23:14 GMT -5
[bg=fffffe][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #242a3d;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][style=text-align: right; font-family: impact; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fffffe; background-color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps; border-bottom: 2px solid #4d5d7e;]The past is over ★[/style][style=text-align: right; font-family:trebuchet; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #242a3d; margin-left: 110px; font-variant: small-caps;]( and Tomorrows wishful thinking )[/style][style=width: 350; margin-left: 110px; background-color: #fffffe; height: 258px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #242a3d; border-top: 1px dotted #242a3d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #242a3d; border-right: 1px dotted #242a3d; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;] A black glove picked up the rope, just examined the rope that tied around him with a worried expression. He wasn't to sure about this kind of training, it seemed weird. He looked back toward Felix as he sat on the tire all cheerful. At least happy that he would lead him to this so called 'ice cream' place. "Petal to the metal?" Night questioned not getting the term, but understood what came after it at least. He felt like some stupid pack mule, but if it was some sort of training he would at least give it a shot. It couldn't hurt after all. "Uhhh right," he replied to him, before taking a step forward, struggling at first. The young keyblader taking slow step after slow step as he was having a troubling time getting started at first as he dragged him lightly. Though once he got moving it seemed to get a lot easier as he just followed his directions.
At the beginning it was pretty easy, after a minute or two he was able to get into a small jog. Though he made sure to keep a steady pace so that he wouldn't get tired, something he learned about when he was young as a slave. Putting to much energy into one thing was probably one of the dumbest things one could do. He had learned that the hard way his first day of yard work. Though the running didn't seem to bad, sure it was getting harder, but training was suppose to be like that right? Making a left when he was told to, Night picking up his head when he noticed that they were now in a more public area making Night extremely nervous, and even more embarrassed. Since now people could see this humiliation. This was suppose to be trying, how was humiliating him like this suppose to help him. The snickering didn't help to much just making him lower his head as he just continued to run, picking up the pace lightly to get avoid people, trying to focus to cut them out.
”Running that kid through the ringer the old man threw you in huh?” A voice rung out, but Night kept his head down just trying to ignore it all still. He didn't like being some kind of show for these people. He continued moving just ignoring the man for now. Though Night yelled out in slight fear as he felt a sudden poke in his scared back. Making him slow down lightly as he looked back at him with a scared look. seeing the item he poked him with, 'Oh it's just a stick...' he thought to himself, though it didn't make him feel any more comfortable with him with it. He didn't need to be prodded or hit with it just to remind him of the past. Just looking toward the man and gave a slight wave, "Ummm hi, I'm Night," he said softly to him, flinching as he was tapped in the head lightly with the stick and yelled. Okay this definitely wasn't going to work if his training was going to go like this. There was one thing to pressure him to keep going, but something else entirely if he was going to treat and humiliate him like this, especially as the laughs continued.
He kept his head down for awhile until he noticed another woman speak to him, blue eyes looking at her as she spoke about how Felix did the same thing he was doing. Seemed kind of sick to him really he got the point of the training, but not the point of the humiliation, but if that was what he wanted to do then fine. He would put up for it for now, or at least until the end of this training, personally he wasn't sure about continuing.
The fifty minutes had passed and finally he reached where he was suppose to be. His breathing was hard, and most his head covered in sweat as he rested his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. The young boy looking up at Felix as he got up from the tire and patted his back making him tense up slightly. Though when he heard water he quickly removing the rope before he went to the water fountain, pressing hard and drinking what water he could. It wasn't cold, but his mouth felt dirt dry from the hour of dragging Felix there. After the drink he allowed some of it into his hand to splash his face with it a bit to cool him down. He probably would have removed the blue shirt on him if he wasn't sure that his scares wouldn't be see through his white tang-top. After that he just moved himself over to the wall before resting against it.
Looking up he noticed the freelancer in front of where he was sitting giving him one box looking blue thing. Night just nodding to him when he gave him the praise and accepting the item which left him puzzled, "What is this?" he questioned not to sure what it was. Despite his having been free for a long while Night never experimented with food he had never seen before. His diet mainly consisting of rice, bread, and some fruits, sure he had seen meat but it was something he never really cared to try. He looked toward Felix watching him look the blue thing. The young boy sniffing it before he tried licking it though he quickly retracted his tongue. Wow it was cold, one was suppose to eat this? He tried it again to try to actually taste it this time, though between its salty and sweet taste Night wasn't to sure what to think about this treat. Though one thing for sure he liked about it was the coolness of it so he did try to suck it every now and then slowly adjusting to its odd taste.
Night just listened to his teacher as he spoke about the why they were doing this. Slowly getting his breath back as he listened. Once he was done the young boy finished off this ice cream, just chewing on the stick a little bit rather than throwing it out. He continued to listen to him, cringing a bit when he said that this would take forever. Sure the whole no shortcuts thing was to be expected but he wasn't sure if he could deal with the humiliation. Blue eyes just looking over to the fist that was extended to him about his dedication to the training which Night just looked to the side to avoid, "I-I don't know anymore. I mean I know I want to get stronger, and I know it won't be easy but...." he hesitated looking down, "I don't know if I can deal with this if I have to deal with this kind of humiliation, I think I rather just stay weak than deal with that again. There's training and most likely getting my aft handed to me if we spar or something, but being snickered at like this run I don't wanna deal with it again." he answered rather than agreeing. He dealt with enough of it as a slave, he didn't need to deal with it now, and if Felix was going to continue with it like this then he would rather go back on his own again.
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