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[Robin]

Sorry would you mind starting?

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Yeah! Just give me a moment~

[Robin]

Kk thanks(:

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Snow was gently falling on the ground, coating the trees in a thick white blanket. Sidewalks of courtyards were slowly beginning to vanish and the student body was cloaked in their winter apparel. Scarves covered most people's necks and long jackets were worn over clothes. Thatcher, on the other hand, wore only a loose fitting black sweater over his muscular body along with some black pants to cover his legs. It was sporty yet comfortable. His green eyes shifted around only for a moment before falling back onto his feet. The snow was irritating his eyes and catching onto his lashes - the wind wasn't helping either. The only way to find comfort was to keep your head steady to the ground whenever you got the chance. With his freezing hands sitting in his pocket, he waited. Waited for his assignment. Waited for his chance to go inside and warm up his body. If only this student hadn't shown up much earlier - his body wouldn't be shaking.

He hadn't been at the school long - so most of the faces that walked by were new, more interesting than where he had previously been, which we won't speak of now. The only building he really had any knowledge of was the one he was leaning on - the gym or where Dhampirs did combat training. This was where he did his work. He would see new faces every once in a while, learn new names and teach them some of his combat skill that is so well known. His race gave him better speed, agility, and strength which he easily used to his advantage. It was interesting to see how other people used this and someone new was supposed to be here, soon, and that slightly comforted this serious and quiet male. 

He hadn't always been this way, but his experiences made his half-and-half blood much more weary. More serious. It showed in his eyes, face, and body. He wasn't that old, just 25, but it made him look more mature - like he had done something with his life rather than just be a guard of a simple-life Moroi. 

[Robin]

The snow appeared to be a lovely crisp fresh start  pure white like a baby dove or a bright light. It was hopeful, sweet, innocent. But thinking optimistically was never a strong point for seventeen year old Sabrina Rose King, and neither was being sweet, hopeful, or innocent if you were being honest. Oh no as the lithe figured dhampir ventured out into the stark white abyss the snow was nothing but a nuisance. She was dressed ready to work- a soft cobalt blue knit scarf wrapped around her neck, body hugging black workout clothes clung to her toned physique, and her usually unruly mess of golden locks was  tied back with a tie. Sabrina walked purposefully, on alert as if she was with her charge and best friend, a Moroi. But no-she was off duty and there was someone inferior in charge. Sabrina was certain they were inferior. Sabrina King was the best, everyone needed to know it. She was instead on her was to stupid stupid recovery training. What the fuck did recovery training even mean. Oh she was pissed, there was no doubting the fire in her stormy gaze. But she approached the training barn facility and saw a young man standing outside he was.....well, hot. Which Sabrina wasnt going to ignore. But that didn't make a difference about her wanting to be there. So Sabrina took a deep breath-ignoring the small pain it caused deep in her gut, that stupid twinging pain and the aches and the slower movement all those pathetically shitty reasons she was stuck in recovery and not doing the best job she could be doing.  Toughening herself up Sabrina approached her new "tutor" her frame draw taught and agile like a strong bow. According to her headmistress he was supposed to be the best a stupendous amount of strigoi kills Nader his belt, which. She did admire admittedly speaking. So Sabrina would give him a chance, but he would need to prove himself to her. Sabrina was going to be the best, she was absolutely sure of it. But she needed to ensure the people around her would get her there.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher's face lifted as he heard the subtle crunch of the snow under feet. His body quickly got ready, for whoever was about to walk up. This was the life of a dhampir - at least one with six molnija marks on their neck along with a large zvezda mark sitting in the middle of the lighting-like mark's party on his skin. He had been through a lot. A lot that he wished he didn't have to see. But that was behind him, and now he had to deal with this female walking up with him - a friend in tow. Moroi, obviously by her appearance. He couldn't help but wonder why you would bring your friend to extra lessons, but he wasn't going to speculate for too long. With a now more relaxed appearance, he took a few steps up to the female, only towering over her by a few inches. She was surprisingly tall for a female, which was excelent for combat. Most females he taught were small, and feeble. They never caught up. At least she might have a chance. 

"You must be Sabrina." He said, keeping his hands in his pockets. It wasn't like him to shake hands with people that weren't of utmost importance. Plus, it was cold. Too cold for formalities. His voice was a bit hollow of interest as he continued. "Let's get started then." And with that, he stepped off and into the building, into the warmth.

[short post cause i have no muse]

[Robin]

Replying but calla FYI there was no friend there XD

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Jan 3, 2014 3:00:19 GMT Robin said:

Replying but calla FYI there was no friend there XD

Oh, i read a sentence wrong. >-<'

[Robin]

Lol it's fine XD I thought maybe that would help you feel less Bleh about the post, if that was contributing to your muse less nature

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

What? No o-o'
I'm just muse-less cause.... well. Idk~

[Robin]

It's not a problem I was just trying to help

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

I know. Tank yew <3

[Robin]

Sabrina tried her best to step quietly, almost able to pretend that she was just out working on some skills on a snowy day and not spending time doing some boring pointless recovery training. She was fine. Sabrina King was always fine. She had to be, almost every dhampir had to be fine because otherwise you weren't there to keep people safe, to keep an entire race alive. Looking him over with a scrutinizing gaze Sabrina's gaze paused, hovering over his tattoos with a mix of awe and envy. But that was going to be her someday, Sabrina wanted to be great. Pulling her gaze away Sabrina looked him in the eye, glad to see he didn't have all that many inches on her. Men always thought they could best her but no they were always in for a surprise, when she kicked their asses. Sabrina took a few steps to meet him in the middle only one of her steps was a bit faltered when she felt ice beneath her foot. Wincing Sabrina looked up hearing him speak, not showing any weakness or surprise in her gaze. " I am. Sabrina King. " she nodded and didn't frown when they didn't shake hands, she always hated that stupid pointless gesture. They said it was for trust-trust was given through eye contact. " glad to" she murmured and followed him into the warmth. Once settled there she looked at him expectantly. " so what are we starting with?' She prompted.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Warmth of the gym wrapped around his body like a jacket. Frozen feelings and frozen fingers melted in an instant in the heat. It was comfortable now, but soon it would be their worst enemy. Once their bodies got moving all they would want would be the freezing - at least for Sabrina, so Thatcher thought. He had already stretched inside long before the female had arrived, so he was ready for anything. Body nimble and muscles loose, he made his way towards the center of the gym without saying a word. It was eerily quiet. Their footsteps echoing around was the only noise to be heard - besides their breath making its way into and out of their lungs. A couple shelves of weapons and wooden stakes filled the center, along with a couple blue, padded mats that created a large square for hand-to-hand combat training. 

"We should start with stretching." He replied, late and finally breaking the silence. Black clothe crossed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. His gaze was steady as he watched the Dhampir student. Emotion was void, and only a serious expression was visible. Even his hunter-green eyes showed nothing but his drive to get things done.

[short reply is short]

[Robin]

The warmth was a welcome change from the bitter cold and snow outside. Sabrina took a deep breath, breathing in the heat of the training area. It felt good, the change, the heat made her feel a bit more calm, it felt like being in her dorm keeping watch out the window or in the gymnasium sparring, or rather beating everyone else to pulp. Sabrina watched him curiously trying to get a read on the situation, truthfully he just didn't seem to care, this was just some other task . The golden haired girl wasnt sure whether she should be glad or offended. He didn't know her yet-that would change things one way or the other. Sabrina had a very polarizing personality. Shaking all the thinking off Sabrina let a small smile start to show on her face as she surveyed the weaponry and equipment choices. Sabrina knew what she wanted to do, prove that it was worth his time, by those tattoos he had experience he was great and pretty soon he was gong to know she was too. That was what Sabrina had set her mind to. Sabrina wanted to learn from him, not that she was going to admit that, but there were people who had things to offer her, because she hadnt been out in the world yet, she had been stuck, bored, tired, inside st. Vlad's. Hearing him speak Sabrina glanced up and nodded at his directive. She stepped center a fluid motion to her movement as she slid down into a stretch, gaze trained on the floor, steadying her breathing and stance with a surprising amount of grace, but that just came with the dhampir territory. Eventually Sabrina switch, sinking all the way to sit on the floor and extend her leg looking straight ahead, out the window and to the snowy skies outside.