Post by Natasha Walker on Feb 25, 2017 9:58:49 GMT
Up to her neck in cold water, MAx gleredup at her instructor eevn as the salt picked at her skin. He understood, all too well what she'd meant by wanting to be string, that the bread an circuses of body on body was the only thing that made her feel anything close to alive, well she fletthat ay now, trapped in the confines of a nrrow space water about her and with her current training reginme feeling like it had one objective:
Surrvive.
Yes, Leon Spencer was a hard task master, but the rewards he promised would be worth it, it didnt take him long to figure out she was a claustrophobe, it was a minor phobia, but it was one to to be exploited, constantly He has said to her on the first day that she had to be willing to to take whatver instruction if she -really- wanted to do the wrestling thing, Spencer didn;t take many students , many students didn;t seek him out either, mostly because of his repuataion for being such a harsh taskmaster.
MAx took to it like she'd been breathing the regieme, she had in a way, moment of time spent away form the horrors of her home life had earned her a trip bac k home in the back of a police car after spending a week sleeping rough, which was far more preferable to the family.
Leaning holds and suplexes and falls, she found herself very comfortable with the violence, almost took comfortable, even as the world outside was falling to peices There was still the burning questions of what she would do with it.
He'd beaten and streched that lesson into her well, if you're going to do anything make sure it's what you want to do.
Of course it all had to come to an end didn't it?
She dropped her bag at the door eevn as she sought him out, he was now as ever stood by the window, a Sixx foot four monster of a man who barely fitted his suit and was looking beyond even as he spoke with that Maine accent.
"You found your answer Maxine. I have nothing left to teach you, I've given you everything you need to know."
She grew closer to him, a hand coiling up as she managed to speak dark words, smirkign as she looked through him.
"Not Everything."
He turned on her fluidly as she got with in arms reahc, damn he was fast, faster than he'd ever been during sparring, Max in this case was a little bit faster to close the disatance and almost wrp him i na hug she flicnhed at a couple of shots to the ribs een ashe whispered to him whilst wrapping his out side leg up ander an arm, the queer embrace signalling only one thing.
"A Lesson from my Father."
And after that, MAx was loose in the world again, causing terror in small shows, her history a closle guarded secret but with one creedo.
But still the infection was not at hand.
Who is Paitent Zero?
Where will the Outbreak Begin?
Surrvive.
Yes, Leon Spencer was a hard task master, but the rewards he promised would be worth it, it didnt take him long to figure out she was a claustrophobe, it was a minor phobia, but it was one to to be exploited, constantly He has said to her on the first day that she had to be willing to to take whatver instruction if she -really- wanted to do the wrestling thing, Spencer didn;t take many students , many students didn;t seek him out either, mostly because of his repuataion for being such a harsh taskmaster.
MAx took to it like she'd been breathing the regieme, she had in a way, moment of time spent away form the horrors of her home life had earned her a trip bac k home in the back of a police car after spending a week sleeping rough, which was far more preferable to the family.
Leaning holds and suplexes and falls, she found herself very comfortable with the violence, almost took comfortable, even as the world outside was falling to peices There was still the burning questions of what she would do with it.
He'd beaten and streched that lesson into her well, if you're going to do anything make sure it's what you want to do.
Of course it all had to come to an end didn't it?
She dropped her bag at the door eevn as she sought him out, he was now as ever stood by the window, a Sixx foot four monster of a man who barely fitted his suit and was looking beyond even as he spoke with that Maine accent.
"You found your answer Maxine. I have nothing left to teach you, I've given you everything you need to know."
She grew closer to him, a hand coiling up as she managed to speak dark words, smirkign as she looked through him.
"Not Everything."
He turned on her fluidly as she got with in arms reahc, damn he was fast, faster than he'd ever been during sparring, Max in this case was a little bit faster to close the disatance and almost wrp him i na hug she flicnhed at a couple of shots to the ribs een ashe whispered to him whilst wrapping his out side leg up ander an arm, the queer embrace signalling only one thing.
"A Lesson from my Father."
And after that, MAx was loose in the world again, causing terror in small shows, her history a closle guarded secret but with one creedo.
But still the infection was not at hand.
Who is Paitent Zero?
Where will the Outbreak Begin?
Well howdy there pardner.