Sharon Carter | Agent 13 (
agentxthirteen) wrote in
entrancelogs2017-12-01 10:51 am
Entry tags:
this is my fight song
Who: Sparring facility mingle post
Where: Sparring facility (Room 117) shooting range at the beach
When: Throughout the months of December & January
Rating: G. If that changes, I'll update!
Summary: Sparring & self-defense lessons for anyone who wants to learn, teach, and spar
The Story:
No matter what is going on in Wonderland, whether there are events or nothing at all, Sharon maintains the sparring facility in room 117. The room is small, quiet, and unassuming, the sort of place that feels intimate whether there's one person or twenty. The lights overhead are bright. The four large, blue mats are clean, and a line of wooden dummies stand in a line at the back of the room, ready to be beaten by whoever so dares.
Anyone is welcome there at any time, either to practice moves (whether the moves are fighting or dancing for those who need a padded floor, it's all good). If anyone wants to sign up for lessons, there's a clipboard nailed in the hall beside the entrance listing courses and teachers. For the most part, though, lessons are relaxed and informal.
Sharon tries to be in the sparring facility as much as possible, but with other residents of Wonderland using the space, too, there are likely people there whether Sharon is there or not.
So if you care for a lesson, or just to punch one of the dummies in the back, feel free to stop by. Learn a little, let off a little steam.
Hit stuff.
Please note the laminated sign on the door that reads:
Where: Sparring facility (Room 117) shooting range at the beach
When: Throughout the months of December & January
Rating: G. If that changes, I'll update!
Summary: Sparring & self-defense lessons for anyone who wants to learn, teach, and spar
The Story:
No matter what is going on in Wonderland, whether there are events or nothing at all, Sharon maintains the sparring facility in room 117. The room is small, quiet, and unassuming, the sort of place that feels intimate whether there's one person or twenty. The lights overhead are bright. The four large, blue mats are clean, and a line of wooden dummies stand in a line at the back of the room, ready to be beaten by whoever so dares.
Anyone is welcome there at any time, either to practice moves (whether the moves are fighting or dancing for those who need a padded floor, it's all good). If anyone wants to sign up for lessons, there's a clipboard nailed in the hall beside the entrance listing courses and teachers. For the most part, though, lessons are relaxed and informal.
Sharon tries to be in the sparring facility as much as possible, but with other residents of Wonderland using the space, too, there are likely people there whether Sharon is there or not.
So if you care for a lesson, or just to punch one of the dummies in the back, feel free to stop by. Learn a little, let off a little steam.
Hit stuff.
Please note the laminated sign on the door that reads:

FIREARMS
KNIVES/SWORDS
Sure, it sounds medieval, but it also sounds fun.
Just... be careful. And listen to the teacher so that no one gets stabbed. Please.
SELF-DEFENSE
Either way, learning self-defense can keep you alive.
So hit the mats and prepare yourself to learn some moves and tricks to repeat ad nauseam until they seep into your muscle memory. You may not become an Olympic karate expert, but you might survive. And isn't that what life is about? Until it isn't, of course. But until then...
SPARRING
THE DOOR
He wanders off to the nearest closet and returns with a dry erase marker and a step stool. Then he promptly goes and defaces the sign before running off to hide:
NO DEMONS ALLOWED
Because tradition matters
and dark magic is evil.
no subject
A glance at the sign (Damon has a habit of writing on it sometimes) turns into a double-take. She stops, reads the sign, and then glances up and down the hall. ]
Damon? Come on.
no subject
[He's biting his lip to hold back his laughter. This is almost too perfect.]
no subject
I'm going to have to childproof the sign because of you, aren't I.