Garrett Blade
Oct 23rd, 2000, 12:01:44 AM
...and as he walks up a set of steps he spits the chewing gum out of his mouth and it lands several feet in front of him. He walks over to a training arena in open air , yet sheltered by a wooden roof - resembling the type of sructure where a band would play in a public park.
He rests against one of the supporting posts ans pulls a metal bar towards him through the force. He hurls the bar several metres behind him, and his pet Tuk'ata's immediately follow it and begin to play with it.
He stays put, though would not mind a good game of fetch - nevertheless he waits for someone to spar with...realising that he could use the practise since he has been away for so long.*[/i]
He rests against one of the supporting posts ans pulls a metal bar towards him through the force. He hurls the bar several metres behind him, and his pet Tuk'ata's immediately follow it and begin to play with it.
He stays put, though would not mind a good game of fetch - nevertheless he waits for someone to spar with...realising that he could use the practise since he has been away for so long.*[/i]