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[HALLOWEEN EVENT]

For the next 72 hours the event ‘Skaar’s Halloween Party’ will be happening on a separate chat room set up by the mods! The link, rules and instructions will be posted in the ooc blog and our skype chat so everyone should be able to participate even if not online at the same time. 

Holly needed an actual partner. Shit. She should have just asked. Holly would fight herself, if she could. And yet, she finds herself in the training room, barefoot, with no one but a marksman dummy molded from ballistics gel. Jogging over to the stereo, Holly turns the music up - it’s an odd mix between classical and trap music. The music helped her focus and stay energized at the same time. The thunder stomps even louder, and Holly turns up the bass, returning to her practice.

Step. Step. Lunge. A good 4 inches. Holly withdraws her blade. Step. Step. Lunge. A decent 6, but her arms were flimsy. Step. Step.

The power goes out. Shit.

Holly drops her blade and curses, quickly getting on her hands and knees and feeling along the floor for where it might be. Holly cries out as her hand grazes the sharp, needle edges of the weapon, and the blood that streams is warm. She breathes through her teeth, fighting the tears that were coming on, trying to gauge the damage that had been done in the dark, but her eyes had yet to adjust.

Ella was pushing herself more and more into her training. So much so that she hardly interacted with anyone anymore. A fire had started in her. She didn’t like being ignored by her mentor and it made her blood boil. She decided to take her anger and use it constructively. Tonight, it meant doing laps in the indoor pool. Her arms had already started aching but she felt powerful as she ripped through the water like a shark. 

She had lost count of how many laps she had done when suddenly the lights went out. She flinched and instantly stopped swimming, pulling her head up and looking around in the darkness. All she could hear was the water and her own heavy breathing. “Hello?” she called out. But no one responded. She swam slowly back to the edge where she knew she left her towel. She kept her arms stretched out, not sure when she’d hit the edge until she did. She blindly pulled herself out of the water and felt around on the ground till she found her towel. She dried herself off and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dark, and wrapped her towel around her.