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basically another mingle
[ On this beautiful Day 68, it's been another one of those days where there is literally nothing going on. Sure, there's that Calhoun Hour tomorrow and there's always something every three days but when they're given downtime like this? It's absolutely boring, like watching paint dry boring. Truly nothing to do, and it's worse when you can't fall asleep (because it is just so exciting to have the next event, oh boy...). It's not as bad as the night of the AB Round, but PTSD is an ass so Jake stays up once again and is absolutely dying of boredom. ]
[ Because the night is so ridiculously long, e'd be just literally anywhere and everywhere, so feel more than free to find him in any of the following locations: ]
[ A) In the Gym: he's not much for using the bikes, and not really in the mood for the weights. If only the mat didn't smell like complete garbage that he would be more keen to using it, but beggars can't be choosers, so if you're that bored and hate yourself, you can wrestle with Jake here, or learn some self-defense nonsense. If not, he's just going to find himself examining the punching bag (yet not use it), or taking inventory of all the medical supplies (or whatever he can use in lieu of them, like extra bedsheets as bandages). Another good time to learn basic first aid? ]
[ B) In the Garden: there's no fire this time. However, there is other nonsense here like making paper boats (yeah, he's that fucking bored), writing nonsense in whatever language he feels like (probably in Ukrainian but English, really basic Chinese fuck if I know, or the language they have here are all possible too; maybe all together for the ultimate nonsensical writing?), or lifting up one of the benches to place it side by side the other bench to make a nice makeshift bed. ]
[ C) In the Lounge: he's not even doing anything but sitting on the couch. It's one of those moments when you're tired but you can't sleep, so you just stare off into space, just thinking about whatever. That's just his state right now, so sneak up on him? Which isn't the best idea, but he's not as jumpy as before, so ehh, it's all right. Just come and stare at the turned off TV or gossip or make of how he slips up his accents here. He should be tired enough for that. ]
[ Be free, test subjects, tag whatever. This idiot isn't going to be sleeping for a while. ]
[ Because the night is so ridiculously long, e'd be just literally anywhere and everywhere, so feel more than free to find him in any of the following locations: ]
[ A) In the Gym: he's not much for using the bikes, and not really in the mood for the weights. If only the mat didn't smell like complete garbage that he would be more keen to using it, but beggars can't be choosers, so if you're that bored and hate yourself, you can wrestle with Jake here, or learn some self-defense nonsense. If not, he's just going to find himself examining the punching bag (yet not use it), or taking inventory of all the medical supplies (or whatever he can use in lieu of them, like extra bedsheets as bandages). Another good time to learn basic first aid? ]
[ B) In the Garden: there's no fire this time. However, there is other nonsense here like making paper boats (yeah, he's that fucking bored), writing nonsense in whatever language he feels like (probably in Ukrainian but English, really basic Chinese fuck if I know, or the language they have here are all possible too; maybe all together for the ultimate nonsensical writing?), or lifting up one of the benches to place it side by side the other bench to make a nice makeshift bed. ]
[ C) In the Lounge: he's not even doing anything but sitting on the couch. It's one of those moments when you're tired but you can't sleep, so you just stare off into space, just thinking about whatever. That's just his state right now, so sneak up on him? Which isn't the best idea, but he's not as jumpy as before, so ehh, it's all right. Just come and stare at the turned off TV or gossip or make of how he slips up his accents here. He should be tired enough for that. ]
[ Be free, test subjects, tag whatever. This idiot isn't going to be sleeping for a while. ]
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Most is the keyword there. [ Jake is one of the few sensible people who likes staying up, but hello, here's your Ukrainian accent again, you better be happy. ] I should be asking you the same thing.
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[of course he really is concerned but he's learned valuable lessons about dealing with tsun assholes, so instead he kneels by the mat to see what Jake was trying to do.] I couldn't get to sleep, not yet at least. I thought I'd give trying to clean this monstrosity up again a shot. Looks like I wasn't the only one with that plan.
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[ Jake is at the point where he doesn't care about keeping up his stupid American accent (most of the time, it comes normally, but not when he's like this), so enjoy, Ukrainian accent until he wakes up a bit more. ]
You tried cleaning this before and it still smells? And here I thought a bit of water and soap might do the trick.
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Whatever's in there is really sunk in, I think we'd need more than soap and water to really get it out. Maybe bleach. [he sighs] Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep trying, it has to make some sort of difference, right?
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[ He knows you like his Ukrainian accent because you can make fun of it or something, he knows. ]
If you've tried before and it didn't work, then I think I'll just pass. I don't need it cleaned that badly, especially when I'm hardly going to use it.
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It'd be useful to have though, wouldn't it? And it's not like we have much else to do between rooms. [he stood, nudging the mat a bit and frowning] I wish someone else here knew how to fence, that's certainly what I'd use it for. Safer than the lounge, at least.
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It's a wrestling mat. You wouldn't do fencing on this in the first place. [ unless you actually do then jake stands corrected ] But you shouldn't rely so much on fencing. It's useless if you don't actually find something to use. Better to just use your hands.
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It's padded, fencers do take falls you know. [besides who wrestles even besides losers like jake???] Well it's not like I take fencing on the off chance I'll need to swordfight with some ruffians or other such nonsense. [haha... that never happens even once...] It's for fun, not really self defense.
[aka admitting basically he doesn't know a single thing about self defense unless he's allowed to use a trusty steel pipe, whoops.]
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Do you even know any kind of self-defense?
[ trapped in a warehouse where you can get batshit insane assholes like simon and alfendi and alessa, hmmm, it might be good to know ]
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Um... [he considers that for a moment before offering a half hearted shrug] I don't think so, if fencing doesn't count. I doubt I ever thought I'd need such a thing.
[you're not wrong... certain people could use punching]
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Now might be a good time to learn, unless you're actually comfortable with just running away whenever something happens.
[ and get saved by others ]
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I suppose. [wow, rude jake.] Kuzuryuu was always going on about having a weapon, I'm not really all that comfortable with that. Basic self defense though... [can't really argue that's useful.]
[he squares his shoulders] It can't be all that different from fencing, right? [ ha ha.]
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Right. Tell me how hand-to-hand self defense isn't so different from fencing.
[ crossing his arms and just looking at him ]
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It- [he opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again. hm.]
... I have no basis in hand-to-hand so I could hardly say, could I? [aka shut up you sort of win i guess]
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Not at all, so pass me your arm.
[ He outstretches his own hand, after uncrossing his arms. Do you trust him enough to give him it?? ]
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[in a testament to said friendship Hershel immediately passes over his arm, because despite better judgment yeah, he trust the human peach beef jerky old man.] Alright, why?
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[ Jake holds onto Hershel's upper arm firmly (yet nothing too hard that'd hurt) and towards himself. ]
If I was an enemy and grabbed you like this, what would you do first?
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[and have a confused look for a moment as he considers.] I suppose I'd try to pull away, which I'm assuming is the wrong thing to do. [at least he didn't say 'i'd talk to them first' you're very welcome for that.]
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Not unless you're trying to pull them to the ground, which is a shitty move when they have your arm like this. [ hershel would die within in the first minute on a battlefield ] Eyes, neck, and nose. Easy enough to target and effective if you know how to hit them. You don't have to be strong to do a lot, just pressing down on certain spots is enough to do something.
[ Assuming that the guy isn't wearing anything to protect himself and, you know, one-armed, but one step at a time, okay. ]
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I see... [He's a bit uncomfortable with this, that much is clear, but he's going to at least play along for Jake and the spirit of Kuzu's sake.] Just something to daze them enough to let go, I imagine? I suppose the neck would be the easiest target here.
[since jake's a fucking giant and what else is he gonna reach.]
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For someone my size, and if they have no idea what to do. [ he lets go of Hershel's arm, stepping back. ] Feel around and you'll figure out where a little pressure will do the trick.
[ He quickly points at Hershel, just in general areas: just behind the chin if you jab upwards and the little angle where the collarbones meet in front. ]
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It won't seriously hurt them to hit there, will it? I understand this is about defense and all, but I'd rather not accidentally do more damage than I mean. [best student ever.]
[he pauses a moment before:] How old were you when you learned all this, you think?
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[ what an awful student, jake's giving the look of are you serious ] You're not going to be thinking about the other person when you're in the middle of a fight, you know.
But this is all basic knowledge. Didn't use the exact things I've shown you, but I did something similar in a memory when I was 14. So probably self-taught at that age.
[ yes, this is the pool sharking memory, it's great. he probably won that through a combination of being a fast motherfucker, common sense on where it'd hurt to hit, and brute strength. it wasn't until that asshole father figure came in that he knew more technical stuff or something idk ]
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Yes well- I mean it's reasonable to want to know the sort of damage you could do in these situations, right? [sweet save there.]
Fourteen? Goodness- why were you in a situation you needed to defend yourself in at so young an age? [he tries not to sound too concerned, he really does.]
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Nothing that'd kill them, so stop worrying. [ yeah, loser, who cares if you did kill them anyway?? ] But ever heard of pool sharking?
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