Post by ORIANA VIOLA BASILE on Dec 6, 2011 1:42:24 GMT -5
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got me down on the floor; so what you bring me down here for?
Despite the chilly weather, Oriana was merely in shorts. She had on some thick tights underneath, and otherwise ratty old clothes. The reason why was simple: she was busy practicing. Having excellent control did not come from sleeping in until five minutes to class. It came from waking up at four-thirty, jogging for a few miles around the school, meditating for an hour, and then executing, or sparring, depending on a different day. Oriana wasn't sure if the faculty knew about her morning ritual (using your power on campus was "forbidden", but so far, no one really enforced that rule). She thought they knew, though. And she figured that after that spring, they would let her do it.
So Ori was keeping herself in good shape. Meditating was both one of the most boring and interesting parts of her regiment. Some days, she was far too distracted to truly focus, and some days, she discovered that she could sense the locations of metal atoms in the soil, the air, everywhere. It was incredible, but it took quite some time. Oriana was currently working on making that sense faster and faster. At the moment, it took her a solid thirty-eight minutes. Oriana managed to make that thirty-seven minutes, before the sweat was already beginning to form. Bringing herself back to reality in a snap, Oriana checked her watch. 5:57. There was still a solid hour before she needed to get back and shower before class.
Oriana stretched, her mind still aware of the presence of random atoms in the ground far beneath the cement. Alas, today was not a day to practice digging that out, not even bending the fences (although she definitely needed to work on her range; twenty feet would simply never do). No, today, Oriana felt the need to work on her hand-to-hand a bit. She didn't follow any particular "art", but she knew enough for self defense without her power, and enough to hold her own in a fight with powers. Oriana began throwing punches at an imaginary opponent, the sun's new rays just beginning to shine down on the school.
So Ori was keeping herself in good shape. Meditating was both one of the most boring and interesting parts of her regiment. Some days, she was far too distracted to truly focus, and some days, she discovered that she could sense the locations of metal atoms in the soil, the air, everywhere. It was incredible, but it took quite some time. Oriana was currently working on making that sense faster and faster. At the moment, it took her a solid thirty-eight minutes. Oriana managed to make that thirty-seven minutes, before the sweat was already beginning to form. Bringing herself back to reality in a snap, Oriana checked her watch. 5:57. There was still a solid hour before she needed to get back and shower before class.
Oriana stretched, her mind still aware of the presence of random atoms in the ground far beneath the cement. Alas, today was not a day to practice digging that out, not even bending the fences (although she definitely needed to work on her range; twenty feet would simply never do). No, today, Oriana felt the need to work on her hand-to-hand a bit. She didn't follow any particular "art", but she knew enough for self defense without her power, and enough to hold her own in a fight with powers. Oriana began throwing punches at an imaginary opponent, the sun's new rays just beginning to shine down on the school.
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