Post by jerri on Jun 12, 2009 23:46:04 GMT -5
[Chingachgook is chewing on a handful of walnuts as a group of men set up the last of their delivery. Spread throughout his courtyard are a hundred wooden statues, each casting a shadow on the yellow cobbled floor. Jerri Li is stood before them warming up as the delivery men leave. Xing Long is in the background, her rice paddy hat lowered so that only the shadows beneath her eyes are visible, and has a komodo dragon gripped by the tail for some reason.]
Chingachgook: Well, here you are Jerri. These are shaolin wooden men. They always have been and always will be a vital tool in a martial artist’s training.
Jerri: They’re kinda creepy looking.
Chingachgook: Yes, well. Shall we begin? Why don’t we begin with a simple punch?
[Jerri rocks one of the wooden men in the jaw.]
Jerri: Ouch! Jesus!
Chingachgook: I thought you were a masochist.
Jerri: Damn thing gave me a fucking splinter.
Chingachgook: Want to continue?
Jerri: Absolutely.
Chingachgook: Now, hold your breath. Focus all of your energy like a ball of light in the center of your heart.
Jerri: I thought I didn’t have a heart.
Chingachgook: Just do it.
[She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath through her nostrils. She pushes her palms out from her chest as she exhales.]
Chingachgook: Now put your fist through your opponent.
[She punches the wooden man with all her might, denting the wood a little and leaving her hand skinned and bloody.]
Chingachgook: Good! But these things are not eye candy…
[Jerri’s lip curls into a smile and she starts throwing fists like a woman possessed at the wooden men one after the other. Chingachgook backs off, letting her do her thing, and joins Xing.]
Xing: She has a zest for life, doesn’t she?
Chingachgook: We don’t have time to waste, she must learn to think on her feet if you two are to defeat Axl and Pigeon.
Xing: Pfft, a walk in the park.
Chingachgook: Don’t count them out Xing. This is a world you have yet to step into, and you must think outside the box.
[Xing swats away a fly.]
Xing: Oh yeah?
[The scene does a time lapse thing. The setting sun has bathed the courtyard in a red and orange glow, like blood and orange soda. Jerri is still going at it, drenched to the bone in sweat. Chingachgook and Xing are huddled around a fire, finishing off the last of the barbecued komodo dragon. Chingachgook smiles as Jerri’s fists appear more and more like bloody stumps.]
Chingachgook: Excellent.
Chingachgook: Well, here you are Jerri. These are shaolin wooden men. They always have been and always will be a vital tool in a martial artist’s training.
Jerri: They’re kinda creepy looking.
Chingachgook: Yes, well. Shall we begin? Why don’t we begin with a simple punch?
[Jerri rocks one of the wooden men in the jaw.]
Jerri: Ouch! Jesus!
Chingachgook: I thought you were a masochist.
Jerri: Damn thing gave me a fucking splinter.
Chingachgook: Want to continue?
Jerri: Absolutely.
Chingachgook: Now, hold your breath. Focus all of your energy like a ball of light in the center of your heart.
Jerri: I thought I didn’t have a heart.
Chingachgook: Just do it.
[She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath through her nostrils. She pushes her palms out from her chest as she exhales.]
Chingachgook: Now put your fist through your opponent.
[She punches the wooden man with all her might, denting the wood a little and leaving her hand skinned and bloody.]
Chingachgook: Good! But these things are not eye candy…
[Jerri’s lip curls into a smile and she starts throwing fists like a woman possessed at the wooden men one after the other. Chingachgook backs off, letting her do her thing, and joins Xing.]
Xing: She has a zest for life, doesn’t she?
Chingachgook: We don’t have time to waste, she must learn to think on her feet if you two are to defeat Axl and Pigeon.
Xing: Pfft, a walk in the park.
Chingachgook: Don’t count them out Xing. This is a world you have yet to step into, and you must think outside the box.
[Xing swats away a fly.]
Xing: Oh yeah?
[The scene does a time lapse thing. The setting sun has bathed the courtyard in a red and orange glow, like blood and orange soda. Jerri is still going at it, drenched to the bone in sweat. Chingachgook and Xing are huddled around a fire, finishing off the last of the barbecued komodo dragon. Chingachgook smiles as Jerri’s fists appear more and more like bloody stumps.]
Chingachgook: Excellent.