`i don't wanna dance [ lex ]

[Jennah Raine Advani]

Her thick, black braid gently tapped her shoulder as Jennah ran along the path in the park. Her sweatshirt was beginning to dampen under her arms and around her neck and she could feel a bit of moisture on her forehead. Her legs were a little sore from the constant run she kept herself in, but Jennah pushed onward. Though she may not exactly look like the type, Jennah was big on physical fitness and one of those fitness nuts who extracted joy out of "feeling the burn" of and intense work out. That was her favorite part of the workout. Perhaps sweating wasn't so fun...it was a little gross actually. But feeling the burn? Hell yeah! The burn meant work was getting done and her body was getting stronger. The stronger her body got, the more she could explore in it's martial art capabilities. She was already a master, but why stop there? There was so much to learn.

She wanted to learn all forms of the art. Kung Fu was already under her belt, but Jennah was tempted to start training at a dojo and learn more. Jennah had also — and this may sound a little dorky — been watching when her boyfriend played Assassin's Creed. She had watched the stunts Altair pulled off. And while some of them the former Chinese warrior knew to be completely impossible, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly was not. The wall running stuff? She wanted to learn that. She wouldn't make use of it nowadays, of course. In this day and age, there were no more warriors. Sure, there were war heroes, but most ended up dead. There were no true warriors. Fighters who looked into the eyes of their opponent and fought with honor until either their, or their enemies blood was spilt and someone emerged a victor. There was no longer a need for swords and impressive combat skills. Nowadays, the man with the bigger gun was the winner. Where was the honor or military prowess? Where was the grade, or even, the beauty in fighting? She missed those days. The days of conquerors, kings, warriors and true heroes.

But neither here nor there...

As awesome as that burn was, Jennah knew it was time to take a break. She went off the beaten path slightly and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. She paused her ipod and wrapped it up, shoving it deep into her sweatshirt's pocket before she removed the sweatshirt. She tied the sleeves around her waist. She was relieved to feel the gentle breeze of the afternoon against her hot skin. She took a sip from her water bottle and sat down, her back against the tree. Jennah closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the sounds of nature around her before she took another sip from her water bottle. When she opened her eyes again, they landed on a long stick. One would generally use this stick as a walking stick for a hike in the woods, but Jennah, still wrapped up in memories of old, saw it was something else. A bow staff. She tilted her head at it and stared for a moment. She was tempted. She looked this way and that and then she looked back at the stick. No one was around. Why not practice a little kung fu? Wouldn't be nearly as fun without a sparring partner but...eh. Why not?

Jennah stood and walked over to the stick, bending at the knees to pick it up. She looked over her brand new makeshift bow staff, checking it's weight in her hands before she spun it around to check it's balance. She couldn't have asked for a better stick. Well, actually...she could have. She could have asked for a real bow staff. But, for what she was given, this was perfect.

She spun it again, this time twirling it over her head before bringing it down viciously in front of her, pretending she just smashed in the skull of one of the goons working for the Qing dynasty. A small smirk appeared on her lips as it often did when Wang Cong'er used to fight. She was confident and strong. Perhaps a little cocky even. She ran towards a tree, letting out a battle cry as she kicked off of it and flew gracefully in the air, swinging the stick as if it were one of her swords and smacking it as hard as she could against the ground when she landed. She ducked, her strong leg sweeping at the ankles of her imaginary opponent to trip them up and then she brought her bow staff down in the "heart" of "him", finishing "him" off. She backflipped, avoiding the blow of her invisible enemies and kicking off of another tree, sending her right back at them, "slashing" their stomachs and "killing" them. She landed in a somersault and was on her feet a second later, dangerously smirking at her next opponent made completely out of thin air.

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WORD COUNT: 843
OUTFIT: click
LISTENING TO: i don't wanna dance - hey monday
COMMENTS: MEOW

[lexfrancishall]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Lex had tried to forget the day with Driz in the gym. It was hard, now that the girl was fast becoming his right hip. He was planning on calling her later in the day, maybe make a coffee date and then go shopping. But that nose bleed, the fear that it brought, was buried away deep inside of his massive chest. Now was the time to focus on the person he loved most, besides himself anyways.

“Is,” Lex warned impatiently. His French bulldog puppy was sniffing near some flowers. The dog lifted his little head and tilted it to the side. It was clearly a confused look. The conqueror’s heart melted and he knelt down to scratch Iskanderan behind his perky ears. “Who is my naughty boy? Huh? Who is my adorable dumb ass?”

Iskanderan’s tongue flopped out and he barked twice in his little tenor. I am, I am! His grin was adorable, and Lex smiled a true smile. His eyes were bright and carefree for that second, and his face was relaxed and sincere. “That’s right, man. I love you.”

And the moment of carefree was gone. His hand rubbed slowly over the puppy’s face and head, wondering what would happen to his best friend if he was…gone. The puppy felt the unease in his master and whined softly, licking Lex’s palm. What’s wrong? I love you too!

Lex smiled a sad smile and nuggie-d Iskanderan, who barked halfheartedly. He could tell that Lex was still upset. Lex stood up and walked them onward, looking towards the ground. Is was sniffing around more flowers, and not paying attention, just like always. Lex heard some noises up ahead, but chalked it up to construction, or gardening, or whatever.

That was until he was smashed in the side of the head by a staff. Well, a stick. Either way, it hurt like a son of a bitch, and Lex was down. Everything was dazed, and he heard Iskanderan barking indignantly and growling. Lex groaned and rolled onto his side. His cage was definitely rattled, but he was able to stand. The side of his head was already swelling, and he could tell there would be a lovely bump/bruise on the side of his face. He looked down and saw his clothes and groaned. They had a nice coating of dirt and he tried to wipe it off as best he could, failing miserably.

“Hey Mulan,” he called, slurring his words slightly in pain. “Hold up a second.”

He held up a hand for her to stop and groaned again. He felt as if he had been hit by a truck.

“Nice swing,” he mumbled. “But you should put that thing down while the normies are out.”

words;; 457
tag;; jennah/tina
status;; complete
notes;; poor lex....he cant get a break with these chicks....
wearing;; CLICK
lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

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[Jennah Raine Advani]

She felt her stick collide with impressive force into something. Jennah jumped back, holding the stick across her defensively, her eyes wide. She didn't know who she was expecting to see. Perhaps a random passerby. Perhaps Carter coming over to her for a chat. Perhaps Iskander for a kiss. Perhaps Echo for a spar. Maybe even Oliver. But whomever it was, Jennah was ready to apologize profusely.

She was not expecting to see this fellow RSOR member, though. What was Lex doing out here, she wondered. But then again, he was a warrior of old too. Perhaps she was not the only one who liked to keep in shape to feel at least somewhat like the person she used to be.

“Hey Mulan,” he called, slurring his words slightly in pain. “Hold up a second.”

She tossed her stick away so she would have no chance of harming him further. Okay, that was a lie. Her body was a weapon. But, at least she could control her own limbs a lot better than she could control the stick. She tucked a few stray black hairs behind her ear and said, "My name is not Mulan. It's Wang Cong'er. But while we're out here, it's Jennah." She actually preferred Jennah to Wang. Jennah Raine Advani was a much, MUCH prettier name than Wang Cong'er. At least, it was in her opinion. It just...rolled off the tongue better. Jennah Advani. Wang Cong'er. Jennah just.....sounds a lot better. She hardly went by Wang, even in the RSOR room.

She wasn't snooty about her reply to him. She was just...stating a fact. Mulan was (that is, if Mulan was real) way before Wang's time. Mulan lived in ancient China. Like, really ancient. Like, around the time the magnificent Great Wall was built to stretch from one side of China to the other to show the power and superiority of the Chinese and to intimidate the evil Mongolian nomads — the Huns. Wang, however, was born around the time of America's Revolutionary War. Born in 1777, her reign as China's notorious female rebel warrior began at age 16 in 1793 alongside her handsome, strong husband. Unfortunately he was cut down (literally) and Wang took a little break from rebelling before she took over her husband's army in 1796 until her death — a suicide for the sake of honor — in 1798. So, while there was a few similarities between her and the fictitious Fa Mulan, to call her Mulan would be completely inaccurate. She was far more powerful than Mulan. Far more dangerous.

When he put up his hand for her to stop her kung fu awesomeness, Jennah frowned, feeling awful when he groaned in pain. Had she known he was there, he wouldn't have gotten hit at all.

“Nice swing,” he mumbled. “But you should put that thing down while the normies are out.”

She reached out and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. "I won't touch it again," She promised, letting go of his hand when he was steady. She looked up into his eyes, "I'm really sorry, Lex. Had I known, I wouldn't have hit you at all. But you snuck up on me." And that's what happens to people who sneak up on Jennah. Sorry, bro.

"Aside from the obvious migraine I'm sure you have," She looked concerned, "Are you hurt? I'll take you to a doctor if you are." She was pretty sure she could afford a cab. Ever since that...one incident where a taxi cab could have very well saved a life, Jennah always made sure she had enough money on her for a taxi cab. You never know when it might come in handy.

Something caught her attention though, and Jennah's dark eyes went down to the little doggy Lex had with him. Her face erupted into a wide, white smile as she saw the little dog. "Awwwwwww," She cooed at the adorable little animal, "He's so cute!" Jennah looked back at Lex, beaming, "Is he yours?"

She took a step away from Lex and closer to the dog. Sorry, Lex. But Jennah is far more impressed with the puppy than you. Dogs, specifically small ones, just have a special charm that boys lack.

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WORD COUNT: 705
LISTENING TO: suicide sunday - the friday night boys/a lot of green day
COMMENTS: DOGGY

[lexfrancishall]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Lex was definitely down for the count. He couldn’t remember being in as much pain as this. He had been out for all of the bone marrow transplants, and he hadn’t been so rattled when he broke his nose during basketball. Hell, he had straightened the thing himself without so much as a wince. But now he was dazed and confused and more than a little embarrassed. He accepted the warrior’s help to his feet, and then shook his head quickly, hoping to dispel the pain. Did not work in the slightest. All that resulted was an extremely violent case of vertigo that caused Lex to rock back on his heels and fumble to regain his balance and footing.

He groaned again, and Iskanderan barked and whined, climbing up Lex’s right leg. The dog was so tiny, that he barely made it up to mid-calf. After inhaling and exhaling strongly for a few minutes, he opened his eyes extremely wide, and stared at Jennah. It was a very disturbing look on the world conqueror’s face, but his vision was starting to slip from blurry to clear. The hurt part of his brain was thinking stupidly, and saying “if I open my eyes wide enough, then I will see!” The woozy thoughts were accompanied by a lovely laugh that was giddy and drunken and a bit impaired.

To save the girl from more unnecessary and fairly disturbing staring, he looked around and stared at other things, like the large tree behind Jennah, or the lake, or Iskanderan.

A very fuzzy rumbling was present in his ears, and he realized that Jennah was talking. The words were too distorted for him to understand outright, so he went back to staring at her, and reading her lips. It was a bit difficult for him, with his vision slipping in and out of focus. But he got the jist. He obviously knew that she wasn’t Mulan. To suggest that she was the fictional character for real would be an insult in Lex’s opinion. It would be like calling him “Caesar.” He would be pissed that anyone would have the audacity to call him someone else. Not even adding the fact that Caesar was from an entirely different country. But his calling her Mulan was meant entirely as a joke, for pain’s sake, and to distract her while he dealt with the aftershock of being accidentally wailed on.

“Yea,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut and then opening them wide again. There was a flare of light, and then he could see clearly. Thank God. He didn’t like having his vision impaired. Not that he supposed anyone would… “I know who you are. It was a bad joke. Sorry.”

He knew that she was far more dangerous than the Disney character. The young woman in front of him was completely lethal, completely beautiful, and completely…taken. And of course he knew that it was his fault. You shouldn’t just walk up to a warrior while they are training so aggressively and expect them to not accidentally whack the crap out of you. Lex should have been paying more attention. Now he was going to be all dizzy, when he should have been at the top of his game, flirting mercilessly with the warrior in front of him.

“Nah,” he grumbled, not unhappy, and rubbed the swollen side of his face. A grin wormed its way onto his face, and he raised an eyebrow at the tiny girl in front of him. Not only was he not as hurt as he originally thought, he was severely impressed by the style and the ferocity the girl had in her fighting. “I think I’m okay. You gotta teach me something though. That was impressive.”

Aaaand then of course, her attention went right for the pooch. Lex sighed and rolled his eyes. Her big and beautiful smile should have been for him. It was he that she had hurt anyways, not the dog. And though he agreed that Iskanderan was a good looking boy, he felt a bit put out that the dog got her attention instead of him. Then she was cooing, and Lex sighed, leaning over to pick up the doggie. The side of his face was throbbing incessantly, and she hadn’t even asked if he needed any pain meds or anything. Not that he would have said yes anyways.

Iskanderan was growling and whining a bit from Lex’s arms. He feared, liked, and hated the female warrior all at once. She had hit his master, but now she was being sweet to his master, and smiling at him. How Iskanderan loved a good smile. The pooch looked up at his master’s face, and licked the edge of his injured jaw. It was hot and swollen.

Lex looked down at the pooch, and saw the little face looking back. The little thing wanted a new friend, and he wanted to play and say hi and be affectionate like he usually was. Lex smirked, knowing that the puppy wouldn’t say hi and be nice unless Lex said it was okay. But with those big brown eyes, and that cute little face, Lex decided that it was okay.

“This little mauler is mine,” he agreed with Jennah. He stepped a bit closer so that Jennah would be close enough to pet Iskanderan if she wanted to. “This is Iskanderan. Say hi to Jennah, boy!”

The little dog barked in its high tenor, and panted, his tongue lolling about. His body and his tail were wiggling so excitedly that Lex had to adjust his grip on the small body. Hi Jennah! Hi Jennah! Hi Jennah!

Lex rolled his eyes again at the French bulldog. What a flirt.

words;; 956
tag;; jennah and the fabulous T
status;; complete
notes;; now i can RP like a champ
wearing;; CLICK
lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

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