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âIâm so fucking bored! Thereâs nothing to do around here when practice is over!â
Rey jumped at the outburst, the bag of chips in her lap almost spilling over. âTry going into town?â She suggested, trying to save the chips from falling to the ground.
His brows raised, listening to the thumps on the other side of the door. But from the sound of her voice she seemed to be okay. It would have been rude of him to go barging in uninvited anyway. And then she was there, smiling at him, welcoming him and he was unable to resist mimicking her friendly nature, smiling sheepishly as he shuffled inside.
The blanket forgotten for the moment, he glanced around the room, looking for what had been making all the noise. He reached up, banging the side of the wall, trying to duplicate it with a puzzled expression.
She shut the door behind him, tucking hair behind her ears as she turned to face him. âSorry, Iâd just gotten back from a work out and I havenât made myself presentable. But I -â he started knocking on the wall and her eyebrows drew together. âWhat are you doing?â
Kaonashi stood nervously in front of the door, the soft material of the newly made blanket held against his side. His hand was hesitant, knuckles paused against the wood of the door before he took a breath and let himself knock.
âComing,â she called, struggling to stand on one leg to remove her sock one at a time, the deep thumping from her hopping on the floor loud. âYeah, Iâm here.â Opening the door, she smiled to see Kao. âHey.âÂ
âCome in,â she said, moving sweaty hair out of her face. âI was just getting ready to, uh, yeah, come in.â
The other girlâs interest in Sophieâs doings made her perk up a little. âIâm making something for the gift tent,â she explained. âI needed the screwdriver to put two of the pieces together.â It was just an experiment to see what she could do, but she was having fun, and thatâs what mattered.
âWhatâre you making?â Reyâs entire demeanor changed at the mention of making something. She herself enjoyed making things, having learned just about everything on her own. She hopped out from the hole in the train car, pulling the grate back over it so no one would fall in. âIs that where you work? The gift tent?â
Training || Kylo and Rey
He saw her thoughts, smirking as he gracefully dodge the kick, taking her foot in his hand as he used her momentum to pul her towards him, grabbing her thigh as he kept his staff up, blocking her as she came to his chest, his thumb tracing over her pants.
âStill not bad your anger is cute, but itâs blinding you, your moves are predictable, you needâŠâ He lowered his face to hers, ghosting over her lips gently. âTo not be..â His staff dropped as his hand wrapped around her staff, ripping it from her with a laugh.
Though Sif had no scheduled training time with Kylo today, sheâd still kept watch of the schedule for the spot they used so she could pinpoint when it was free and get in some extra exercise. She didnât have much else to do at the current moment, Cal was busy with who knew what, and Sif couldnât find Sam, so after double checking the time table, she got up, threw on her usual shorts and sports bra combo for when she felt like actually changing into workout clothing, and made her way to the training room.
What she hadnât expecting was for Kylo to be thereâ Well, in a sense sheâd thought he might be when she left. It was more so that Sif wasnât expecting Kylo to be in there with a girl she didnât recognize, two staffs in hand. Ah, yes, she hadnât used a staff in some time. One seemed a bit smaller, which, Sif mused, must have belonged to the girl. Not that she was necessarily small, of course. She tried to keep her hand from curling into a fist at her side, nails biting into her palm, as she stepped into the room. A flash of jealousy oozed between her ribs like sticky, black tar, and she tried to will it away. It didnât leave.
âDonât mind sharing the room, do you?â But Sif didnât give much time for either of them to answer, continuing to make her way into the room, brushing past the girl and then Kylo with the intention of setting up a punching bag for herself.
There was no way in hell he was able to block all of her movements or anticipate what she was gonna do and it was pissing her off she couldnât land a hit on him at all. And she held onto that fury when he grabbed her and dragged her close, far, far too close than she liked.Â
Her head jerked back when she felt his mouth over hers, so spittinâ mad she couldnât think of anything to say - double fold it when he took her staff away and laughed at her.Â
She was about to aim a goddamn punch right in his jaw and if he somehow anticipated it, landing a blow at his throat would be just as good. But her plans were interrupted at another voice, startling her so hard she jumped, almost falling back. Relief washed through Rey as she righted herself and took a step back. Sheâd get her staff later.Â
âI was leaving, actually.âÂ
Training || Kylo and Rey
He laughed, his hand easily coming up as he blocked her staff with his own, not even flinching, the look on her face was adorable and Kylo wanted more. âGood⊠Very good, you strength is commendable, but your actual stance and hit needs work.
He looked over her, taking a first pose, something he had learned many years ago when he first started, not that he liked thinking about that, coming out with his staff as he went under hers and tapped the side of her chest. "Never leave your chest open, always be conscious of your body, never be still.â He said as he twirled the staff around his body, easily manipulating it.
And that surprised her. Sheâd wanted him flat on his back, out cold, catching her staff was not -- that shouldnât have happened. Maybe she should have run, taken that moment to just turn and leave and be done with this surreal encounter. Instead she stayed planted where she was (mostly out of shock still) only moving when he tapped at her side.
She aimed for his staff with her own, the sound of them colliding making a loud crack, using her momentum to try to throw it to the side as she aimed at kick at his stomach.
Training || Kylo and Rey
Kylo watched the girl in amusement. She had fire, he liked that in a woman, he also liked that he didnât know her all to well, didnât hurt that she was so pretty as well, he wasnât about to let that go all to waste on something else, he wanted her attention, he was going to get it, but even more than that, he wanted to see the fight she had, that itch he had as well.
He let her pass with a smirk, taking the training staff they had plenty of and smacking it gently across her ass (well, gently for him anyway) with a laugh. âAw come on grease ball. Show me what you got..â
She didnât think he would actually let her go, she thought he would have stopped her, forced her to do -- whatever the hell all this was about. But she passed him and thought she was home free.Â
Until she felt the smack across her ass and she froze. It stung, across one cheek especially and a little on the other. So surprised she didnât know what to do -- and then whipped around and aimed for his head with her staff at full speed.Â
âOh!â Sophie squeaked, the young woman popping out of the floor surprising her. âIâm sorry, I didnât know you were there.â People tended to leave things around the carnival, and she needed the screwdriver for one of her crafts. âHere you go.â She put it right back in the girlâs hand. âIâm sorry.â
The other girl jumped and suddenly Rey felt bad. Obviously, she hadnât meant any ill will towards Rey... probably. She took the screwdriver back (and didnât snatch it) and looked at it in her hand as she asked, âWhat did you need it for?â
âNot anymore!â Peter grinned, jumping away from her reach and bounding towards their trailer, swinging the sack around in a circle, grinning as it arced towards the sky, before looping back towards them, âI have my own now,â they laughed.
âGive it back!â she yelled after them, scrambling to her feet and taking chase. âHey!â She pumped her arms and forced her legs faster, gaining speed and jumping, honestly intending to pounce on them and knock them to the floor if she had her way.
Training || Kylo and Rey
âWould you have preferred I not have worn anything underneath? Iâm all for seeing you hot and bothered grease-ball, but perhaps afterwards.â He smirked as he came into the ring, shaking himself slightly as he watched her, a slight predatory look in them. He wouldnât get hurt, he wouldnât allow himself too. He had gotten used to hand combat against weapons, but the fact that heâd be able to read what she was going to do first gave him another unique advantage. Usually he didnât pay that attention when he was fighting, preferring to live in the moment, but he wanted to see what she could do under some pressure.
âNo, as much as the idea of you and a staff hurting me does wonderful things for my imagination, Iâd like to see what you can do and what kind of training you need. Besides, impress me and Iâll see what I can do about getting you out from underneath the train and doing something more worthwhile, plus I saw a latex outfit with you name aaaaaalll over it.â He smirked, enjoying the flush on her cheeks. He wondered if that would spread all over her body.Â
She shook her head, feeling too -- confused and cornered. More cornered than confused. The exit was right there but he was blocking it. And she was sure there was another way out but something else told her she probably wouldnât make that either.Â
And all the innuendos, her face hardened against his words, jaw clenching as she gripped her staff tighter. âI donât need to be moved from the train, Iâm fine where I am. And if making sure the train doesnât split i half while in motion or not blowing a leak or pipe is not âworthwhileâ to you, you might want to get your priorities straight.â What did he think he was going to accomplish talking to her like this? So she said fuck it and tried to walk past him. âIf youâll excuse me.â
Training || Kylo and Rey
Kylo flashed the girl a grin and And pulled the staff closer to him, pulling her along with it. âWell.. Itâs not only my presence thatâs big and demands your attention in small spaces.â He smirked. âAnd by all means, that wasnât an invitation for you to refuse, little grease-ball. Although I feel you may have a more fitting name..â
He pulled her along, she seemed attached to the metal and so would he, despite her best efforts to politely pull away, he didnât miss her subtlety, even if he wasnât one for it himself. He tried to let his thoughts be known, therefore the ones he kept private werenât open to anyone, not that otherâs privacy mattered much to him.Â
Luckily the training space wasnât far from them now, and as he entered he let her go, blocking the doorway as he took off his shirt and pants, leaving him only in his training shorts. He started to strap his hand as he watched her. âCome on grease-ball. Show me what you got..â
Rey stumbled closer to him, her raised eyebrows coming together at being almost quoted exactly as she thought it but she didnât? Say it? In her confusion she almost let it slip what he had actually meant as he continued on, but it didnât and her cheeks flushed pink as he pulled her along.Â
She just couldnât let go of her staff. Sheâd had it for so long, she wasnât willing to just drop it in an uncomfortable position. Not to mention that thing would be what would help her get out and letting it go would give him a weapon. If it went that way.Â
What did she get into.
He finally let her go but didnât leave her an immediate exit. âMy nameâs not,â she flushed red as he started to - oh he was wearing shorts under, okay, âgrease-ball. And, what? You want me to come at you with my staff? Youâll get hurt.â
Training || Kylo and Rey
Kylo was interested the moment he heard someoneâs thoughts he hadnât before. He was looking around quietly, he was supposed to be training, but it was a solo session today, he was lucky if he ever made it to one of those on time anyway. He was about to get going again when he ducked out of the way of some falling boxes, right into a woman.
Stepping back his hand came out automatically to stop himself from being hit by the long metal staff, his eyes glaring furiously at whoever was clumsy enough to do this, only to stop when he saw a young girl, her eyes were pretty and her hair was beautiful (almost as good as his).Â
He stared at her for a moment before his eyes lowered back into a frown and he sneered at the girl. âAnd what, may I ask, did the boxes do to you that requires you to give them a beating?â His voice velvety and smooth, not at all his usual growl. He was very aware he was still holding onto the staff, not so keen to let a pretty thing leave just yet.Â
He took a quick dip in her head, delighted at how wonderfully complex it was and smirked. âYouâre looking for a place to train hmm? Well, luck so happens to be on your side. You may accompany me to my training area.â He didnât leave much in the way for her to refuse.
She was still a little shocked, what with the boxes collapsing and then there just suddenly being someone there, that she stuttered, âI - uh - I just.... accidentally knocked them over?â She hadnât met this guy yet and didnât know what to think with this sudden encounter, sheâd already clocked his quick grab of her staff and tried to subtly, politely, pull it back to her but he wouldnât let it go and all of a sudden -
âIâm sorry?â Come again? How did he know -? Well, maybe the staff would be an indicator that she was looking for somewhere to train. Was that how it went here? Did people just invite others just like that? She didnât even know where he worked. Maybe one of the fighting things sheâd heard about? She spent her time under the train most days, covered in oil and grease and grime so she didnât see much of anyone except Mr. Ficksit. And Kao. But this man was huge to Rey, tall with wide shoulders and a very big presence that couldnât be ignored in such close spaces -- and that was getting off point.
âThatâs alright,â she said, keeping her eyes on his. âI didnât mean to interrupt you or to... Iâll find somewhere else, itâs alright.â
Training || Kylo and Rey
It was nice, yâknow, not having to worry as much as she used to when it came to this job. She worked hard, of course, to make sure she could keep the job (and keep secret that she really wasnât supposed to be here) and she was grateful - so grateful - for the roof over her head as she slept and the bed and the food and there wasnât so much of a reason to keep her staff on her... She just did because it was habit.Â
Right.Â
Habit.
So on her afternoon off, with the grooves of her staff leaving imprints in her hand, she searched for some place out of sight to swing her staff around. She was pretty proud, it held up good for scraps she had found and melded together. Pretty heavy too, if she could keep her muscles up, she could continue to swing it for - her habit.Â
Yeah. Habit.Â
Rey pushed the tent flap out of the way as she entered, scanning the area for a space open enough. But not watching where she was going, her staff knocked right into a pile of empty boxes and toppled them over. âShit.â She cursed, jumping out of the way -- and right into someone else.Â
Which had her jumping again, tightening her grip on her staff. âSorry,â she said immediately. âWas just looking for some place quiet.â
âHey, wait, thatâs mine!âÂ
She said, rather loudly as she made a very dramatic reach to get it back. âGet your own!â
Her hands were fast, swiping the thing from his own but he couldnât really blame her if this needed to be done quickly. Messes wereâŠ.messy. And oil would be quite a pain. He ducked his head, watching her work and tighten the bolt, the machinery should be very pleased with her work. As far as he could tell. At her question his gaze shifted back to her and he settled back with a smile. And a shrug. He was off work for the day but there was always a chance heâd have to go back in if someone ripped their costume. Â
âWell, I was thinking of taking a break for a bit. Oh, I got a new model you should see. I found it a few days ago.â She grinned. âHowâs the blanket project going?â
âTheyâre metal, shouldnât they be tough?â He did feel a little bad about dropping the tool, but he felt like this lady wanted speed more than anything else. Scanning the various tools scattered around, he spotted something that sortof looked like what sheâd described. Maybe that was it? He picked it up and offered it to her. âThis?âÂ
âYes!â She waved her hand for him to quickly bring it to her, but it was too late at that point. All the oil inside had drained. âDammit.â She cursed softly. âIâll have to get in there and replace all that.â She inhaled deeply through her nose. âNo, I need a break. I need,â she dropped the rag and moved passed the other person. âI need food.â
âThatâs a great attitude for a teacher to have,â he offered, off-hand, before he let out a short, sharp laugh at her confusion, a brief grin spreading across his face.
âThink it through. Youâll get there.â
He hummed at the question before he replied.
âI risk electrocution nightly to entertain a paying crowd. Short answer; yes, and Iâm Sparky. You?â
âGet where? I --â Oh. Oh. She went bright red under the shadow of the train car and turned her face decidedly back up to face the underside of the train. âThat is not - you are absolutely --â it was at that moment, that oil spilled all over her face and into her hair. She wasnât quick enough to keep some of it from getting in her mouth. She laid there for a half moment before she started pushing herself out from under the train, blindly groping for the rag and when she couldnât find it, just used her shirt.Â
