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Feb 28 2018, 09:06 PM
When: February 2014, Mid Morning
Where: Gym, GND Base, Norfolk, VA
Who: Charmaine Pace & Leah Scott
What: Char is visiting at GND and using their gym facilities when she bumps into Leah and somehow ends up teaching her to fight.



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Char lifted the pink neoprene covered barbell with her right hand and as she did she let the matching barbell in her left lower to her side. They were only 15 lbs each, but she was on her fourth rep of 50 and her arms were beginning to burn. It was a good burn, though, the kind that made you feel triumphant when you held out, pushed just that little bit harder, before resting. The kind of burn that let you know you were building muscle. No pain, no gain was a legitimate exercise mantra so long as you didn't take it too far. There was a thin line between the gradual burn of building muscle and the sharp tearing when you pushed too far. Once upon a time this work out had been nothing for Char, but that had been before the outbreak. Surviving in a world full of the living dead, where modern technology is generally defunct and strangers tended to constitute dangerous enemies hadn't exactly been easy on her. She'd become stronger in some ways. But scavenging for your next meal and fighting off walkers wasn't the same as a regular protein and vitamin heavy diet combined with a steady work out regime when it came to building muscle. But these days being stronger didn't always mean having the biggest muscles. She had learned that the hard way the first week the outbreak began, when her mother had been bitten and she had been the one to take away the pain.
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Her final rep complete, Char set the pink hand weights on the rack, smiling at the brightly colored set of neoprene hand weights. They were intended for women, lined up on a little rack beside a set of solid black hand weights and another set of metal barbells with interchangeable weighted discs. Those two sets were geared more toward men, and she wondered if it had been the school, the students, or the manufacturers who had been gender biased. She didn't mind, though, she liked the brightly colored weights better, they were cheery and encouraging. Char lifted the hem of her t-shirt, swiping at the sweat building on her forehead. She was visiting GND for a couple of days as a sort of ambassador, generating good will and keeping in touch, exchanging gossip and info on the area. She'd hoped, when she came to the gym, that she might find someone else here to spar with, but everyone was busy elsewhere today it seemed.
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Char looked over the room, at the folded and stacked treadmills and electronic stationary bikes on one side against the wall. They were useless unless power was restored, which was a long time coming, if ever. In the cleared floor space layers of foam tiles had been laid out, the kind perfect for sparring or tumbling because it provided a soft landing but also a nice grippy foot hold for shoes or bare feet. She had no one to spar with, but she stepped out into the middle of the mats anyway and stretched. She began running through the movements for tai chi. It wasn't so much a martial art meant for intense fighting as for... finding balance. Tai chi helped you gain control of movement, of your body, of your breathing. It was supposed to give you energy and help cultivate your qi. Char wasn't so sure about the spiritual aspects of it, but she did notice more fluidity of movement when she practiced it regularly. She was familiar with 108 of the movements of tai chi, though there likely were more that a dedicated student might learn, and she'd made it through about 60 of them when she noticed movement in the doorway. Her head whipped round, but the figure stepping out of the shadowed hallway and into the large windowed room was only one of GND's members. She recognized the blonde girl after a second, she was Mika's little sister, Gerald's niece. Char smiled, tilting her chin up in a combined gesture of both hello and invitation. "Hey, want yo join me?" she asked, tilting her head at the large empty space on the mats beside her in encouragement, trying to hold her current position so she wouldn't lose her place in the movements.
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When: Fall '13, mid morning
Where: IRA Ranch House
Who: Devlin Whalen and Charmaine Pace
What: Char and Delvin do some sparring and chatting


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Char wrapped her knuckles with strips of old t-shirts to protect them. Before the outbreak, she would have done this with bandages or tape, but that sort of thing was reserved for medical emergencies these days. So she made do, stripping tshirts that had been stained and damanged beyond use as clothing, cutting them down to the correct size, then sewibg lengths together. That they were reusable was nice, but the tape she'd used in her fighting days had stuck better. Still, beggars and choosers and all that. Char was just happy to have someone to spar with today. She ran drills every morning and evening if she didn't have somewhere to go, but practising the movement wasn't the same as sparring, where her reaction times could be tested and pushed to their limits and unpredictability became a factor.
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Devlin, her sparring partner for the morning, was warming up. She'd already done her warm ups and now that her kncukles were wrapped she was ready to go. Not that she intended to hit him in the face hard enough to split her knuckles open or anything, but accidents happened. One lucky swing was all it took. Char knew she was a better technical fighter than Devlin, in a standard competition. She cod have taken him down, easily if it were judo. But they weren't in a competition and this was for practice. There weren't referees telling them how many points they'd scored and whether they'd pinned their opponent. This sparring was intended to prepare them for the real world, the world beyond the ranch house where they might have to fight for their lives. Char had trained to fight and win, but Devlin had trained once to fight and kill. Well, he'd been prepared to kill. She assumed. She didn't actually know a ton about his past, but from what she'd pieced together from conversations, from observation, and from having vaguely known who the IRA had been in Ireland thanks to her father's political rants, she thought her guesses were probably pretty accurate.
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She unzipped her jacket, tossing it to the side. The early morning hours had come with a cool fog, but as the sun rose it got hotter and the jacket was now unecessary. She stood ready to fight in her sports bra and leggings, hair up in a ponty tail. "Any day now, grandpa." she teased . He wasn't really that much older than her, but he was so swrious she couldn't resist poking at him a little. She used to do this with Gerald, but he' left when his daughter and neice turned up with some frie ds. She couldn't blame him, either. It was nice having family around, but as far as she knew all of hers was dead. Mostly the were MIA, but after three years she'd learned not to hope or expect for them to turn up out of the blue. It had happened for Gerald, but that didn't mean it would happen for her too. She settled into a boxing stance as Devlin joined her in their makeshift ring. He was a boxer, so that was the style of fighting she assumed he'd begin with, but she knew a few different disiplines, partially out of curiosity and partially from her brief time in MMA. She'd been good, but others had been better, and had chosen to teach instead of trying to force her way into the competative world professionally. Devlin wasn't wearing a shirt either, and it revealed more of him than usual. A scar on his arm caught her eye and she moved. "Who shot you?" she asked, nodding to his arm. She recognized the type of scarring because she'd seen one before, though it was older. Devlins looked more recent. Fully healed, but maybe only a couple of years old. She entertained the thought that Alex's ex had been the one who shot him, but given the ugliness between them she doubted he'd have taken a shot at Devlin and let him live, or that Devlin would have allowed him to stay. She had to admit that things around here made a whole heck of a lot more sense when she was in the know.
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This is Arnie Pace, Char's uncle and Thomas Pace's younger half brother. They shared a mother, but not a father, hence the difference in looks and possibly the difference in personalities. Arnie is nearly his brothers opposite. He's laid back, most often described as 'chill' even by people who don't use the word 'chill'. He prefers casual clothes and would spend the rest of his days on a beach sipping mai tais if he could. He's pretty smart though, something he shares with his half brother, and became a teacher because of it. I'm thinking middle school science teacher, probably the teacher all the students are positive is a huge pot head at home. Whether he actually is or not is up to the player.
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Growing up, Char spent more time with her uncle Arnie than she did her actual dad, which is where most of her easy going nature comes from. Most people, even some his age, refer to him as 'Uncle Arnie' because Char was around so often that it just became one of those things. He's also the reason she got into Judo as a kid, though he had no idea she'd get as far with it as she did. He's taken some Judo himself, though he's no where near as proficient as Char, possibly because he's like 65% pacifist.
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During the outbreak, Arnie was likely at the school he taught at which was turned into a temporary Safe Zone. Where he went and what happened after it fell is entirely up to you, though it might be good to have had him leave the area for a while to explain why he hasn't looked for (and found) Char yet since she's stuck to Norfolk since the outbreak. Perhaps he was bused out to another safe zone outside the city or something, or maybe he had another reason for leaving the area.
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Evan here is originally from Arizona. He joined the military right out of high school, initially because he didn't have much else to do with his life and it seemed like something he might do well in. He did do well in it, his calm and collected personality left him clear headed in heavy situations int he middle east. He trained to be a Dog Handler, and his partner Dax (literally the first name that popped into my head and you may change it) was a well trained German Shepard who's main job it was to sniff out explosive ordinance. Evan and Dax were back home in Arizona, visiting their loser of a younger brother, when the outbreak began. He was called in, and how things played out from there is up to whoever plays him. In the end, he needs to find himself in the Norfolk area of Virginia so that I can throw the lovely Ronda Rousey faced Charmaine Pace - Char - at him.
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I can see him being a hardened man, tough and smart, but careful with important decisions. I can see him taking lives easily, but not without remorse for having to kill to survive. He's a soldier at heart, he'll kill to stay alive, but he isn't a psychopath who kills for pleasure or a murder who might take lives for granted. Bomus points if you can find a plausible reason for him to know how to wield a sword.
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PB I have as Charlie Hunnam, I am open to other suggestions though!



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