001. Under the Radar - June/July - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
The five ducked and tumbled at the same time, their trainer watching with a nod as she liked what she saw. The art of the game was to walk within a breath of each other and yet not touch, especially the person who was 'in' and therefore the death of the game.
Back on their feet the five who had dared walk so close to each other and she who was in, they continued to walk silently and gracefully around the room, eyes squeezed shut and ears pricked for the slightest sound that would aid them in their task.
Another two were out in the next minute, just unlucky really since no one had heard a single sound at all. Simply the wrong place at the wrong time, which was where pure luck came into the game.
It was a game of talent, mostly. The room was blackened and kept as it was when they walked into the area. If there were tables, chairs, equipment, books, anything in the middle of it or in the way it was simply left like that and they would simply have to treed lightly and remember where everything was. Everyone had to close their eyes of course, and one person was named 'it'. They also had to keep their eyes closed and would sneak around as best they could, trying to grab people. If you were caught by 'it', you were out of the game. If you bumped or touched another person by neither of you were it, you both had to call out 'safe!', and if that noise gave you away, so be it. You couldn't whisper it either, so bumping into someone else even if they weren't it, usually meant your death anyhow.
This was simply one of many exercises to strengthen the mind and help the student become more in tune with their bodies. Despite the mix of different ages in the group, their trainer didn't believe that it should make a difference. Although some had more experience in the area once she had them under her teachings for a straight month, they would all be even again since most other trainers were sloppy. They ran through two exercises a day before they started their lessons or rehearsals, and it was lucky that this was a hard favourite among the students, because it was also one of the hardest.
One by one a mistake was made or luck turned against someone until only one student was left in the game and then that was it. Gareth, had once again one the damn exercise.
"Bloody Gareth...he's so short he just slips under the radar." Sibholm muttered to Tahla who agreed with an laugh, catching Gareth under an arm as he walked by and hugging him affectionately. They were a tight knit bunch, and no matter who was teasing who, who won what or what happened during the day, at the end of it they would always remain friends.
Well...almost always...
002. Agape --->
Back on their feet the five who had dared walk so close to each other and she who was in, they continued to walk silently and gracefully around the room, eyes squeezed shut and ears pricked for the slightest sound that would aid them in their task.
Another two were out in the next minute, just unlucky really since no one had heard a single sound at all. Simply the wrong place at the wrong time, which was where pure luck came into the game.
It was a game of talent, mostly. The room was blackened and kept as it was when they walked into the area. If there were tables, chairs, equipment, books, anything in the middle of it or in the way it was simply left like that and they would simply have to treed lightly and remember where everything was. Everyone had to close their eyes of course, and one person was named 'it'. They also had to keep their eyes closed and would sneak around as best they could, trying to grab people. If you were caught by 'it', you were out of the game. If you bumped or touched another person by neither of you were it, you both had to call out 'safe!', and if that noise gave you away, so be it. You couldn't whisper it either, so bumping into someone else even if they weren't it, usually meant your death anyhow.
This was simply one of many exercises to strengthen the mind and help the student become more in tune with their bodies. Despite the mix of different ages in the group, their trainer didn't believe that it should make a difference. Although some had more experience in the area once she had them under her teachings for a straight month, they would all be even again since most other trainers were sloppy. They ran through two exercises a day before they started their lessons or rehearsals, and it was lucky that this was a hard favourite among the students, because it was also one of the hardest.
One by one a mistake was made or luck turned against someone until only one student was left in the game and then that was it. Gareth, had once again one the damn exercise.
"Bloody Gareth...he's so short he just slips under the radar." Sibholm muttered to Tahla who agreed with an laugh, catching Gareth under an arm as he walked by and hugging him affectionately. They were a tight knit bunch, and no matter who was teasing who, who won what or what happened during the day, at the end of it they would always remain friends.
Well...almost always...
002. Agape --->