Inner Monologue

[tha_real_cheez]

"Just another day scraping by. Toiling, making what little coin there is to be had. I can't keep doing this. It's a waste of everything I'm capable of." 

"Tomorrow is another day, and another opportunity to take what's mine. To grab destiny by the throat and demand my chance."

"Tomorrow is another day.."

 

 

*Worked for six hours filling up a 60 yard dumpster with the left behind furniture and trash from and eviction.

*Counting this for my daily body weight work-out.

 

*Attempting to procure the supplies to make my own set of lock-picks.

[tha_real_cheez]

Sitting alone at the bar again. Same as always. "I don't know why I come here. Never anyone worth my time, never enough coin for anything decent to drink. Just another day."

 

"You guys hear about that guy that took out the squad of guards this morning?" Some drunkard spoke loudly at the table next to me. " He barely broke a sweat! One minute they had him surrounded, the next, they we're all on the ground." He continued. " Some screaming in pain, others decidedly still." Another red-faced man chimmed in.

 

"Curiouser and curioser. I thnk I'll have a drink; And a listen."

 

"This guy, they say he's from the east. Out in the desert somewhere. The way he took them down, so quick, so clean. Had to be military." The oldest of them said into his mug. "Make no mistake, he's not one to be triffled with, that one. But I've heard he can be persuaded into letting go of some of his knowledge. For the right price."

 

"I was out of the door before the payment for my drink hit the table, I can persuade him. Plus, it beats my day job."

 

 

 

*Researched Krav Maga, got some feedback from reddit, that thread is here - >

http://www.reddit.com/r/kravmaga/comments/2ck3if/taking_up_krav_for_practical_purposes_how_to_take/

*Did not balance train or do yoga today. Cold coming on, trying to kick it as soon as possible to continue.

[tha_real_cheez]

"Sometimes I feel like this whole town's out to get me. If it ain't the guards, it's the weather giving me this cold. *COUGH COUGH COUGH*"

 

"You know these aren't helping either." My brother, ever the "caring" one. Besides Ma, he's the only family I care to think about. Even though he's the reason I learned to steal in the first place. Christopher. Leo for short. His moniker, of sorts. Ever see what a lion does to it's prey? Cross my brother and you'll find out. Locked away when I was 4. He didn't come back until I was a man. He's been off and running ever since. "You know Ma wouldn't approve of your little, habit."

 

"Give'em back Leo, she doesn't have to know anything about it. I've hidden it well enough this long." He hates that I smoke, reminds him of my dad; Or so he says, I never met the guy myself. Still locked up for trying to rob the town bank. Or something. "Just give'em."

 

"Fine, it's your funeral." He flipped them through the air to me. Then he was gone. Never been much for good-byes.

 

"Death'll have to catch me first."

 

 

*Still no work outs for me yesterday. Tonight I will be doing a yoga routine that the forums are helping me build.

*No lock picks yet, no extra funds.

*Went with a BBQ chicken salad for lunch instead of a cheeseburger. Can't hurt my chances of doing that one pull-up.

[tha_real_cheez]

It seems someone knows I'm trying to become something, more. I found a rolled parchment this evening on my window sill. I'm 3 stories up. That makes no sense. 

 

"Hello!?!" I yell into the twilight of the evening. "Who's idea of a trick is this!?" Falling back into my room I open the parchment, there's figures of people in strange poses.

 

It read " Use this if you want more, this will help align your mind and body for what's to come. For the next month you will be challenged every night. -E.H."

 

"Well I guess I'll give this a shot, whoever E.H. is, he better know what he's doing, this isn't going to be comfortable.

 

*Finished my first yoga session, using the 30 day yoga challenge by Erin Holtz.

[tha_real_cheez]

Coughing has subsided for the most part since last night. Limited my habit of relieving others of coin, to just using it to feed myself. No needless expense, no needless cell.

I used the parchment, I didn't realize there was an art that made you move like this, a cat comes to mind. Strong and flexible, nimble. Climbing these roof tops has been making my arms stronger, I can feel it. 

 

"Another parchment, good. WHOEVER YOU ARE! YOU'RE ONLY MAKING ME MORE!! YOU HEAR ME!" Silence, didn't think I'd actually get an answer.

 

Leo left this morning, said he'd done everything there was to do in this crumby little town. Maybe I should follow him. I feel I'm slowly growing out of this place.

 

That old soldier has been frequenting the taverns every night, earning coin tossing the drunks. I've never seen such efficient combat techniques. He doesn't respond to conversation. I don't dare challenge him, my neck couldn't take it. I haven't the coin to pay him either. Watching his practices and imitating will have to suffice. 

 

Still who is the one aiding me? Is it Leo? or someone else, lurking in the shadows. They leave not a trace behind besides the parchment. Signed E.H. "Curiouser and curiouser."

 

 

*Watched Krav Maga videos on youtube, to start learning basic form and function

*Finished second yoga session, Day 2 of the 30 day yoga challenge by Erin Holtz

*Performed 22 Body weight rows, for Mini challenge #2: Up, Up, and Away link here -> http://rebellion.nerdfitness.com/index.php?/topic/52129-mini-challenge-2-up-up-and-away/

[tha_real_cheez]

Finally we're back to normal, back to business. I love the smell of coin at twilight. These past few nights, They've been new; Fresh, even. I'm building to something I'm not sure just yet what it is. But it's there. In the distance. In the ether. Climbing rooftops, balancing on ledges, they've become home for now. I feel as if my feet barely touch the ground anymore. I've found my mark, my first mark. Local waitress. She's known far and wide, for bringing home coin, and I mean coin. I could eat for a month with what this one brings home in a night. Let's relieve her of some of that weight. "There she is, she thinks being friendly can keep her purse safe. Don't worry love. I won't hurt you. Just your purse."

 

*Got over my cold

*Started "training" in several different disciplines. Krav Maga, studying subterfuge and intelligence gathering.

*Performing yoga every other day, body weight work-outs the other.

[Muscle Professor]

Krav Maga is some brutal stuff brother. Good choice.

[tha_real_cheez]

More training, more training. More stretching, more posing. Is this all that I'm meant for? I thought not, I thought I was meant for more. 

 

I can't lose focus, not now. 

 

I can climb just that much faster, can hold a sprint that much longer. Maybe.

 

"You going to sit on that ledge and mumble all day?" She shouted from right behind me. I slip, barely catch myself from falling. "You gotta be better than that to catch me!" With that she was gone. Voice like music, talent beyond my on. 

This is going to be fun. 

 

With that into the shadows I dash. "We'll see how fast you are."

 

 

*Body weight work-out

*Increased research and study. Yoga, parkour, martial arts.

*Progressively healthier diet.