Post by zell price nitar on Sept 5, 2011 10:14:55 GMT -5
wanna take the road less traveled
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[/color][/justify][/blockquote][/size][/right][/font][/blockquote]Training had always been Zell's favorite past time. Whenever he was bored (which happened more often than not), he would either train or find a fight. Finding fights as easily as he did had to have been a gift. Perhaps it was the fact that he was an only child who always got what he wanted, and when he wanted a fight, he better have gotten one or he'd find someone or something else to blow steam on. In Tokyo, they had a dojo in their institute, and that was where Zell spent most of his time when he wasn't with Rhett or sleeping, or even cooking. Though, he did take his food up there to eat when he didn't feel like talking to anyone. He had always been a fighter, and a skilled one at that. Fighting eased him from all the unnecessary drama and conflict in his life, and he would do anything to escape from that. Having always been a gifted fighter, everyone had turned to Zell for training and fighting advice. He never minded giving his expertise away, as long as he got to demonstrate. That way, he was training himself and his trainee at the same time.
After waking up, showering, and getting dressed, Zell ran a hand through his wet, loose hair as he walked down the hallway of the institute, towards the training room. Admittedly, he missed his dojo back in Japan, but this would do for now. He just thought that if he'd been sent here at the Clave's request, that his father had something to do with it. That his father had enough faith in him to send him to a city that was rumored to be in great danger. That he actually believed in him. It made Zell feel better about America than Rhett, it seemed. Rhett had been so sketchy about coming to the states, and Zell had calmed him down to a rational state and here they were. If he'd become useless because he didn't train enough, then he'd basically be slapping both the Clave and his father in their faces, and he had no desire to do that. Though Zell would never admit it, he missed his parents and had the greatest desire to honor them in any way that he could, which was why he'd just walked into the training room with his head high.
His katana in hand, Zell glanced around. It was quaint, but not too bad at all. Sitting his katana down on one of the pieces to the obstacle course, Zell took a second to stretch. Limbering up is extremely important before training. Before a battle, you hardly have time and you certainly can't tell them to hold on so that you can stretch and get ready for the fight at hand. You'd die in a second and it was just all-around stupid. That was why Zell stretched a considerable amount before he started to train, because it would prepare him for jumping straight into a battle. The room was empty, which was a little disheartening. Zell always trained with Rhett, but Rhett hadn't been in his room when Zell had wanted to ask him to train or spar with him, since he'd mentioned it at McDonalds the other day. Showing no outward concern, Zell continued with his half-hearted stretching before he heard the door open. Raising an almost-hopeful eyebrow, he looked over and dropped his arms from where he was stretching them above his head. "Hello?"
