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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:21 pm
Shun waited. And watched. If Mot were to ever linger on the ground for a little too long, he scolded him to get back in pace. It was not the time to rest yet. Nope.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:31 pm
Had Shun not scolded, Mot likely would have taken forbidden breaks. Constantly he mentally reminded himself why he was doing this. He did not want to be "that stick boil" or "Princess" anymore. He wanted respect. He wanted to see himself as being worth something. He wanted to love himself. Only then could he ever truly grow.
It hurt. It was really hard to keep going. His head spun, and he felt sick.
Eighty five. Eighty six.
Don't slow down. Slowing down is giving up. You're almost there. He gave himself mental pep talks.
Ninety nine.. One hundred.
"Oh thank Jack.." Mot muttered as he flopped backward.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:35 pm
Once Mot finished, Shun nodded quietly and moved back.
"Go get some water. You'll be needing it," he stated before moving to do the exercise himself while he let Mot have a short break. When that was all done, he motioned him to stand up.
"100 burpees next."
In case Mot wasn't sure what that was, Shun went on to demonstrate the exercise. He then stood and waited.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:41 pm
Water! He got to have water! A break!
Mot wobbled away to go get a water, sitting himself down nearby Shun to have his break. At the same time, he got to see how sit ups were done by someone who was used to them. Damn. Shun was doing it like it didn't bother him at all. Mot kind of felt like a pansy in comparison.
Spolier: he is a pansy in comparison.
"...I'm sorry, 100 what?" Mot asked with wide eyes, clutching his water bottle. And so he watched Shun demonstrate.
His water bottle fell out of his hand as his jaw dropped. Good thing the cap was one.
Could he cry now?
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:44 pm
Shun didn't look particularly impressed as Mot dropped his water bottle. He waited a few moments, then picked up a thin stick that was on the ground nearby.
"Well? Get started," he said while crouching down by the cowboy. When it was time for him to jump, he was going to make sure that he actually jumped good. How? By swinging the stick a few inches off the ground at his ankles.
That's how.
Spoiler: He swings fast.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 9:59 pm
Mot snapped out of it as Shun spoke, nodding and getting himself up to start. His heart clenched tightly in his chest as Shun grabbed a branch. What... what was he.. w-why was he...
As Mot began the exercise, he learned why Shun had the stick. If Mot wanted to avoid getting whacked in the ankles, he had to keep going. There would be no slacking. Only bruises awaited a slacker in this training regime.
Damn my manly pride preventing me from crying.
Mot kept his game face on, focusing on the task, ignoring the fear and pain. One set of ten.. then two sets of ten.. and three. And more.
One hundred couldn't come fast enough. Part of him believed maybe it never would, that he was stuck in a Hellish loup of torture with no hope of dissipation.
Eight sets of ten. Nine sets of ten.
And finally one hundred. He did not flop to the ground this time, but he did hop, skip and jump out of the way, wary of any stick in case Shun hadn't been counting.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:09 pm
In part, Shun was waiting to see if Mot was going to complain about the stick. If he had, he would have gladly done away with it. And replaced it with his daggers. 84 times. That was how many times Mot failed to clear the stick before jumping. The stick was a little limp when they were done. And once they were, the Reaper allowed the other to grab a drink. While he was resting, Shun went ahead and performed the burpees himself. When that was done with, he grabbed a bottle of water for himself, then set up their next activity. He took the stick, as well as two others and set them on the ground about a couple feet apart each. "For the next five minutes, you'll be doing this," he explained before demonstrating. It was an agility exercise. Both feet were not allowed to be in the same area. In other words, a stick had to be between his feet at each 'landing'. The Grim went back and forth, touching the ground as he reached one end before going in the other direction and doing the same. Oh. And he grabbed another stick. Where were all these sticks coming from anyway? This time it was basically to give Mot a smack if he slowed down or messed up his footing. He set up his phone to act as a timer, then instructed him to begin. (( Something like at 1:39, only without going down a line))
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
96
Total: 96 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:15 am
Another break. Mot liked these breaks. He took a moment to appreciate his short time of not doing anything, letting his heartbeat slow down again, letting his poor muscles relax again. This wasn't training. This was torture.
Mot got to his shaky feet as Shun demonstrated the next exercise.
Oh no.. he had another stick. And he was timing him. Mot mentally promised himself he could cry all he wanted back at the dorm if he got through this alive. The reaper steeled his resolve once more, and began this next challenge.
It probably would have been fun... were it not directed by The Asian of Pain.
((Rolling for Mot's mess ups / stick attacks....... -flips table and leaves-))
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:41 am
Shun frowned as Mot repeatedly messed up. This meant he had to smack him.
"Just so you know. I'm going easy on you compared to what I grew up with. These smacks are nothing but taps," he said flatly once his cell phone went off, signalling the end of the drill. Motioning Mot to go sit or whatever, he went on do it himself.
So Mot had himself a five minute break.
"Are you ready for the next drill?" he asked once he was done.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:46 am
Taps.
...taaaps...
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Mot's ears almost had smoke puff out of them as his brain overheated. Taps!? But... He was in so much pain! Was he so fragile and tender that little 'taps' felt more like smacks? He didn't want to know what Shun grew up with. He just... no.
Mot sat down, feeling as defeated as he looked. He was a waste of Shun's time, really. Still, he wasn't exactly turning him away, so he sucked it up. Shun was taking time out of his own training to help him out. He had to keep this in mind every time he wanted to whine or give up.
Mot nodded as Shun spoke again, getting on his feet once more. "Yeah. What's next?" Well, at least he had spirit?
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:03 am
Watching Mot for a moment or so, Shun nodded and loosened himself up a bit before motioning him to follow. They were up by the walls of the Reaper dorm. Without really saying anything, he went up and did a handstand by the wall. He wasn't touching the wall personally, but he had a feeling Mot might need the extra support.
"Fifty of these."
And so he began to do handstand pushups.
Hopefully Mot wouldn't fall on his head.
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Bittiface generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
7!
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:06 am
Mot followed. He started to think since they were moving closer the the building, that maybe training was nearing it's end. It was a thought quelled quickly. Mot stared down as Shun started doing hand stand pushups. What was this dude made of?
Mot took in a breath and did a hand stand by the wall. Not so bad, but it was the pushup part that would be difficult. He thanked his lucky stars he only had to do fifty. But could he do them without falling?
Apparently he could! He only fell over seven times.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:14 am
At least Mot hadn't done too badly with that particular thing. Once they were done, Shun stood up straight and looked on around.
"One final thing for now," he said while getting his phone set up once more, "From that tree to this wall. Run back and forth until the timer is up. At no point, walk."
The timer was set to ten minutes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:18 am
Mot didn't want to know what Shun would do if Mot did stop running. Besides, this was the very last thing! After this? He could cry into his pillow until all the pain went away. Then again.. he did say 'For Now".
He ignored that part.
"Right. Got it." Mot wished he knew just how long he expected him to run, because as he kept running back and forth, minutes ticked by like ages. Was that timer really set to a time? How long would he keep him running?
So much running... Ow.. his legs.. they were seizing up.. He almost slowed to a jog, but memories of The Stick put him back into a run.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:26 am
Shun was running along with Mot in this. And it was a good thing he quickly picked up the speed because the reaper was about to scoop up the stick to give him a tap. He didn't need to be in an all out full blast sprint, but he still needed to go at a fairly quick pace.
Minutes went by and then finally the alarm went off. As it did, he slowed down and took a moment or so to catch his own breath. All the work was exerting for him too after all. If it wasn't, it wouldn't really bee too effective for himself.
"Walk it off." he instructed.
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