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Post by czech on Aug 31, 2012 19:39:45 GMT -5
'Thwak!'
The sound seemed to echo through the training grounds allowing Czech to remind herself just how alone she really was out here. Well save for the dummy she had been assaulting of course.
The young nation wore her usual training outfit, a plain white tank top and a black skirt with a pair of black leggings to match. She held her reddish brown hair back in a sloppy bun her bangs constantly in her blue green eyes much to her annoyance.
Deciding to take a small break she placed her special rapier in it's sheath pushing her bangs from her eyes once more then used the back of her head to wipe the sweat from her brow. She crossed over to inspect the dummy and now found along with the rest of the marks was a large deep slash that started at the chest and headed down to the abdomen. This made her smile. A wound like that would send her opponent's entrails all over the floor.
However that would not kill a zombie. Sure it would hinder it but just sending it's guts everywhere wouldn't stop it in it's search for food. Stepping back she gave a sigh, unsheathed her rapier and gave a large grin.
'Lets take it from the top!'
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Post by America on Sept 1, 2012 9:35:15 GMT -5
America heard some noise as he entered the training grounds for a little bit of practice. At first, he figured it must be one of the male countries, but upon closer inspection, he caught a sight of red hair and an obvious female body. It took him nearly a full minute to recognize the nation. "Oh! Howdy, Czech!" he greeted, stepping closer towards her. He noticed one of the dummies laying on the ground, a large slash through it's stomach. Ouch. This girl was a tough one.
He grinned as he looked back up at her, taking careful not of the drawn rapier. "Practicing?" Which was such a stupid thing to say, since it was clear what she was doing, but he didn't have much in common with Czech, really. Or so he thought, anyway. |
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Post by czech on Sept 1, 2012 11:15:07 GMT -5
At the sound of another voice she tensed up in mid-swing, her focus breaking at once. There were a few things that you would never dare do to Czech...and one of them was breaking her concentration with a big sharp blade in hand. Her eyes narrowed as she watched her blade miss the jugular where she was aiming then with out warning turned around with her blade still in hand slashing across the air with great ease.
She came to a pause now breathing hard again her eyes narrowed into a glare at whom ever dared to interrupt her. She saw that it was in fact America that she had striked at seeing that she had just barely grazed his chest. Any closer and he would of been like one of those dummies!
Her glare faded as her pretty eyes began to shine with glee sheathing her blade at once at the sight of this familiar face!
"America!" She jumped up and flung her arms around his neck in a tight hug as she always did when greeting someone she knew.
She pulled back as she flashed her usual adorable smile.
"How are you? Did you come to practice too?" She asked him sweetly seeming to not remember that she had nearly killed him less than a minute ago.
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Post by [x] Hungary on Sept 1, 2012 13:03:43 GMT -5
With the hum of a merry tune and a skip in her step Hungary headed down towards the traininggrounds with her head held high. She dressed herself in her usual green dress and white apron around her waist was the cast iron frying pan that she kept handy when needing to beat off the likes of Prussia.
She smiled to herself as her hand ran lovingly down her rifle that was slung over her shoulder her smile turning as warm as the sun.She loved this rifle dearly. It had seen her through many wars and served her well. Sure was old and seen as outdated but what did that matter if she could use it as good as any other gun?
She then proceeded to take the slung out from her arm to hold it up for a quick inspection just incase. She saw the scratches and the rust the metal held from its use in rough terrain. She lookheld it to aim seeing it was still well balance and and sturdy. She gave an approving nod thencontinued on her way entering the training grounds only to find two other nations were inhabiting it.
She could recognize one of them as America, a strapping young lad who was how you say...hyper. She waved a hand to say hello then her green eyes caught a glimpse of the other nation.She was small one just past the age of developing womanhood. She looked so familiar, thatsmile, those eyes where had she seen them before? Then it hit her like lightning. This little girlwas like a daughter to her the one she had taught how to fight, how use her talents, how tosurvive why it could only be...
“Little Czech!”
She cried out with joy as she raised her arm up and waved to the young childlooking so pleased to lay eyes on the girl she once raised and nurtured like her own child.
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Post by America on Sept 1, 2012 16:28:17 GMT -5
To say America was surprised when Czech suddenly turned on him was a little bit of an understatement. His eyes grew wide and he jumped back, letting out a "Whoa!" of surprise. Ready to fuss at her for nearly killing him, he opened his mouth and narrowed his eyes, but all his thoughts on what lecture to give her were ceased when she tightly hugged him around his neck.
As if he could fuss at such a lively, young woman.
Letting the grin return to his face, he hugged her right back before she pulled away. "I'm doing awesome! Yeah, I was looking for a bit of practice. Everyone else was busy, so I thought I'd have to do it all by myself, but it's cool that you're here to help me out!" He gave her a wink, then turned when another nation came into the training grounds.
"Hey, Hungary!" he exclaimed, motioning for her to come over. "You here for some training, too?" |
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Post by czech on Sept 3, 2012 11:44:35 GMT -5
At the sound of the familiar voice Czech looked past America to see if it really was who she believed it to be. Her suspicions were proved correct it was none other than 'Mama'...
"Hungary!" She bounded towards the woman and jumped into her arms as she gave her a warm, loving embrace. She smiledas she entailed her sweet scent...she still to this day since her youth smelled like fresh baked bread! She pulled back and flashed a dazzling grin.
"What brings you by Hungary?" Suddenly she began to grow excited. "Are you here to train with me?" she remembered the good old days when she would take on fighting lesson from Hungary. Though she appeared to be harmless the Hungarian was in fact a battle hungry warrior that could take down her opponent in a flash! She was a great teacher...and she was a great student eager to learn anything.
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