by Kamrynn Sleightyr on June 9th, 2010, 1:24 am
[[OOC: Don't sweat it. I actually had a similar problem while learning gymnastics, myself.]]
Kamrynn's eyes bugged at Fade's request. Requests. He bit his lower lip and got to his feet. "I'll start with the easiest, then..."
He bent forward, touching his toes, then leaned back as far as he could. He stumbled a bit, then fell over backwards, catching himself on his hands. "Ow." He muttered, she made back bends look so easily in her act. He struggled feebly a few times to walk his legs over, and though he came close, he was unable to do so.
Next.
A back somersault. Up. Down. Up and Around. He muttered his memory clue to himself. He lined his feet straight, facing Fade. He chose her eyes as a steady reference point on the horizon.
Up... He raised his arms high above his head.
Down... He bent his knees, squatting low and lowering his arms-
Up His straightened his legs hard, swung his arms forward and up and he surged into the air.
and Around He brought his knees to his chest and grabbed them tight with his arms.
It was only a moment that he was upside down, and soon he was releasing his legs and preparing for the landing. It was muscle memory from there. His feet touched down lightly, and he stuck his landing like a professional. Even he was impressed with his performance -the added stress of Fade's judging eyes helped him strive harder than normal.
"Piece of cake!" He said to Fade, smiling, but the other tasks would not prove so simple.
Kamrynn spent the rest of the afternoon jumping and flipping and turning. Twists gave him no end of trouble, it seemed he just couldn't figure them out. Fade was a stern but skillful teacher, and by the end of the day, Kamrynn had landed at least a few front and back handsprings and front and back flips, and even a few of the handless aerial cartwheels.
The lesson didn't come without it's price -Kamrynn now lay upon the grass after a particularly nasty fall, completely defeated. He had bruises across his entire body, the bones in his shins were screaming, most of his joints had suffered at least a minor sprain and the jury was still out on whether or not his ribs had broken.
"Fade." He coughed, trying to decide if he tasted blood. "I really can't go on. You're a slave driver..." He regretted the statement immediately, and cupped a hand over his mouth. That was in damn poor taste, Kam. He scolded himself.