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Post by boingpop on Mar 31, 2007 19:18:52 GMT -5
Jean lay on the beach watching the sun as it set. He smiled to himself and stood up brushing himself off in a quick pass. He then kicked off his sandals which landed away from the waves. He stood on two legs, then extending the second back bent the front, raising his arms. (oh look yoga warrior 1) A moment later, he turned his waist. (warrior 2). After another he stood straight, then bent coward raising his back leg. (Warrior 3) He stood like this for some time, before once again standing upright. He then raised on leg onto the opposite thigh, (tree) and stood as such watching the sun set once more.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 31, 2007 19:27:46 GMT -5
Ian anchored the little boat as subtly as possible; there was someone else on the beach and he most definitely shouldn't have been on Dark Cave Isle; the red-haired boy climbed up a rough slope so that he could approach the figure from an angle that wouldn't suggest he'd come from the tiny watercraft. He was curious as to the strange motions; drawing nearer, he recognized Jean . . .Ian groaned softly but his wonder drove him on. He approached him without hostility, still remembering his own unjustified presence at the Kinrick party though fortunately drunken Zack had actually managed to be useful for once, demonstrating Ian's point as to why he'd had to go. "What is it that you're doing?" he asked Jean shortly.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 31, 2007 19:34:59 GMT -5
Jean turned to see Ian, loosing his balance and falling into the sand. "ahg-" He sat up quickly, brushing sand from his hair and looking at Ian, a smile on his face he found his own fall endlessly amusing. "Just a little stretching..." He said pushing on his hand and standing up again with a small bounce. "Its relaxing." He added as he raised his leg to his thigh again. "Calming even, the waves help."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 31, 2007 19:46:34 GMT -5
"Why don't you just stretch like this?" Ian asked, raising his arms over his head and reaching until he felt the muscles of his shoulders pull and relax; he put his hands atop his head and smiled, looking out over the water and then back at Jean, hands still on his hair and elbows out. "Seems easier."
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Post by boingpop on Mar 31, 2007 19:54:15 GMT -5
"Its hardly the same." Jean replied as he switched legs. "This is a discipline, its more than something physical..." He didn't really think Ian would care, but he'd grown slightly attached to the idea of talking to him. He didn't much care, it was someone who talked, and he really hadn't found anyone who really talked.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 31, 2007 19:58:37 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" Ian asked, interested despite the oddity of it; or maybe more because of its unusual nature. "Is it something magical? Is it one of those ritual things from Multi-Cultural Magical Studies? Why would there be stretching? What happens when you're done?" He was full of questions even without a clear understanding of the subject.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 31, 2007 20:05:57 GMT -5
"Find out for yourself." He told him putting his foot back down. "Common then, do this." He gestured for Ian to remove his shoes then looked down at his own leg. "Watch," He put his arms up, then bent forward his leg following becoming parallel with his back. "Common try it." He said as he lowered his leg and stood upright.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 31, 2007 20:19:41 GMT -5
Ian leaned over to pull off his sandals, nearly losing his balance as he pulled his foot up and wrenched the shoe off, hopping on one foot a few inches to the right before he regained his balance. It didn't bode well for trying Jean's manner of stretching. He leaned down and calmly undid the straps on the other sandal, stepping back from it; the two shoes were nowhere near each other now as the first had been carelessly tossed. He stood, and looked at Jean before attempting to duplicate his motion. Ian wavered slightly as he found himself on one leg; apparently he had no balance out of habit but it wasn't entirely graceless.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 31, 2007 20:24:15 GMT -5
"Now touch your hand to your foot." He told him, "Let the back leg rise up, and the front arm go down." He wasn't sure if Ian was even getting anything out of it, nor did he thing one pose was going to do him any good, but it was interesting to watch. "Go on then." He stepped back to watch.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 31, 2007 20:35:13 GMT -5
"What?" Ian said, trying too hard not to fall and make a fool of himself to achieve any sort of relaxation at all; he doubted that possibility as he tried to follow Jean's direction, his hair pulled by gravity in an irritating fashion. Ian twisted his neck to look at Jean with an expression that said, Are you serious?[/i}
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Post by boingpop on Mar 31, 2007 20:38:59 GMT -5
"Serious." He said with a small laugh. Demonstrating it, and smiling to him. "See?" He figured Ian wouldn't be able to, but was enjoying what seemed like almost a friendly time. He stood upright again and looked at him, "If you're going to be so tense it won't work." He added, almost wishing he'd stop the image of it was making it hard not to laugh. "Its not for everybody."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 31, 2007 21:03:49 GMT -5
Ian took that as permission to give up. It certainly wasn't working right now. He stood with obvious relief on both feet, stretching his own way again, this time one arm above his head and the other tucked behind, standing for a moment on the tips of his toes before settling back down, clenching the sand between his toes as he looked at Jean, a modest smile on his face. "Not for me," he agreed ruefully.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 2, 2007 18:07:21 GMT -5
Jean just nodded and sat back down into the sand, laying back. "Guess not." He agreed. He pushed his feet through the sand. He sighed and put his hands behind his head. "Where'd you take the boat?" He asked eyeing it now.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 2, 2007 18:16:03 GMT -5
"The ocean," Ian answered, looking back over his shoulder to where it was anchored. "I thought if I were going to row it, the water would be better than the sand."
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Post by boingpop on Apr 2, 2007 18:31:15 GMT -5
"Makes sense." Jean replied looking up at the sky. He yawned a bit, then heard a noise from up the beach. It was only something falling, a rock or drift wood, but it made Jean jump- stiffening as he sat up.
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