Post by rickytick on Sept 6, 2009 3:27:45 GMT -5
While Calypso had found herself a new (possibly temporary) home, if she wanted to help Dexter, that meant she had to become more that what she was now. That meant training...and hard. After all, she was a gymnast, not a martial artist or boxing champ. And besides that...you had to train for years to master those kinds of skills...hell, she'd trained for years to master gymnastics...she didn't have years. She needed to get stronger now.
After Dexter left in the mornings for work, Caly had been taking to running a few miles around the neighborhood. This particular morning found her jogging past a set of stairs just as a group of young athletes passed by practicing their Parkour. At first, Caly simply stopped, an irritated and frustrated look on her face from the interruption to her jog...but as she watched the movements involved in the sport...it dawned on her that such movements, while not directly capable of inflicting much damage...might be useful to say, throw an opponent off balance. To push them over a ledge. Perhaps in time, to kick them into things like walls to knock them out. And all it seemed to involve was running...and gymnastics! Had her prayers been answered?
Eager to learn more, Caly tried to follow them, however, much to Caly's surprise, she wasn't able to keep up. She was hardly out of shape, but even with her gymnastic training, she couldn't keep up with that perpetual forward motion. Most mornings she'd head home promising herself to try it again the next day with a fist shake.
Since then, (And since Dexter had set her up with her own password on the computer for the internet), she began researching. YouTube videos, streaming documentaries, anything she could find on parkour. Cautiously, she began following the online tutorials, beginning to complete the easier moves, though still unable to keep up with the boys she'd begun tailing. Still...in time...in time.
In the meantime, each morning when she'd come home from researching parkour, (and after dressing her wounds) she decided to treat herself to a second helping of frustration. She needed to make money. After all, Dexter made money and at the moment, was supporting her. That simply would not do.
She found a free website that offered her the ability to showcase her work, and sell it. However...with only her camera phone as a camera, and having to lay the clothing out on Dexter's bed to take the pictures...surprisingly the site wasn't as successful as she had anticipated. Still...she'd gotten a couple of orders already. As soon as her prepaid card came in the mail, she'd be able to start transferring the funds to the card in order to buy materials. In the meantime, she came home and tried to improve the site daily...with little success. Most mornings, she'd hit cancel instead of save, making herself a promise to try it again the next day with a fist shake.
All in all...it was a frustrating beginning to what could one day add up to something. For now, she simply shook her fist twice each morning, hoping the next would bring something more.
After Dexter left in the mornings for work, Caly had been taking to running a few miles around the neighborhood. This particular morning found her jogging past a set of stairs just as a group of young athletes passed by practicing their Parkour. At first, Caly simply stopped, an irritated and frustrated look on her face from the interruption to her jog...but as she watched the movements involved in the sport...it dawned on her that such movements, while not directly capable of inflicting much damage...might be useful to say, throw an opponent off balance. To push them over a ledge. Perhaps in time, to kick them into things like walls to knock them out. And all it seemed to involve was running...and gymnastics! Had her prayers been answered?
Eager to learn more, Caly tried to follow them, however, much to Caly's surprise, she wasn't able to keep up. She was hardly out of shape, but even with her gymnastic training, she couldn't keep up with that perpetual forward motion. Most mornings she'd head home promising herself to try it again the next day with a fist shake.
Since then, (And since Dexter had set her up with her own password on the computer for the internet), she began researching. YouTube videos, streaming documentaries, anything she could find on parkour. Cautiously, she began following the online tutorials, beginning to complete the easier moves, though still unable to keep up with the boys she'd begun tailing. Still...in time...in time.
In the meantime, each morning when she'd come home from researching parkour, (and after dressing her wounds) she decided to treat herself to a second helping of frustration. She needed to make money. After all, Dexter made money and at the moment, was supporting her. That simply would not do.
She found a free website that offered her the ability to showcase her work, and sell it. However...with only her camera phone as a camera, and having to lay the clothing out on Dexter's bed to take the pictures...surprisingly the site wasn't as successful as she had anticipated. Still...she'd gotten a couple of orders already. As soon as her prepaid card came in the mail, she'd be able to start transferring the funds to the card in order to buy materials. In the meantime, she came home and tried to improve the site daily...with little success. Most mornings, she'd hit cancel instead of save, making herself a promise to try it again the next day with a fist shake.
All in all...it was a frustrating beginning to what could one day add up to something. For now, she simply shook her fist twice each morning, hoping the next would bring something more.