#i remember all the boring drills from when i did karate

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This is from the zero draft of acrobats & butterflies:

This was the dull part of acrobatics, Kalyani had long since decided. The hours of mindless repetition. This was faux sparring. This wasn’t entertainment! But boring came first, Kalix always told them. Get the simple fight choreographed; then the trimmings can be added.

This exploratory draft is a lot of fun :)

Tagging no one in particular, but if you want to share your last line I’d love to see it!!

[reticentshugyosha]

Remembering My Early Training

I feel really quite fortunate to have stumbled into classical martial arts when I was a kid. As opposed to the more generic and significantly less exciting forms of kick-punch arts out there, my experience of Ryukyu Kempo was infinitely more colorful and arguably deep, if not at times in unintended and unexpected ways.

The first several weeks of training in Ryukyu Kempo consisted of wearing normal clothes to a class of black (yes black) dogi clad students practicing an array of empty handed kata, alongside kobujutsu, and distinct grappling maneuvers called tuite. I, however (like most new students at the time) was slated to make my way to the edge of the training area to watch class, and more importantly, to make friends with “Mr. Suburito.”

A suburito is an extra large, weighted wooden training sword. Despite its already bulky nature, the more senior students of the school would bore out holes along the blade of the veritable branch and fill them with lead for extra difficulty. My adult-sized, but not otherwise modified “Mr. Suburito” was quite enough for me to handle in awkwardly learning how to carry and draw him, so as to perform a great many downward, centerline cuts subsequently. I mean wooden swords are cool and all, but it was admittedly a little curious way to begin training in what I expected to be generically open handed karate art. Fast forward 20+ years later and I’m still discovering the nuance of that particular exercise in reference to my open handed skill set (including both striking and grappling) and my practice of kobujutsu at large.

After a few weeks of learning to relate to Mr. Suburito, I was introduced to Naihanchi Shodan as my first kata (solo exercise), rather than a taikyoku or kihon (typically low block and middle punch) manner of pattern.

The instruction given for the seemingly arcane Naihanchi kata was that the interestingly venerated Master Choki Motobu famously noted it was the only thing needed to gain a complete knowledge of karate. Beyond that, according to the Guiding Principles of our school “in the past a single master studied a single Kata for more than ten years…” and that if we just wholeheartedly threw ourselves into the practice of the kata (which follows a single horizontal, line enbusen [floor pattern] that sees the student moving left and right in a side-oriented kiba dachi [horse stance], while performing 27 duplicated movements at the left, right and center of the body, including two seeming ritualized double handed “salutes”) we would be well on our way to becoming truly skilled and wise practitioners of the art.

All of these things about the Naihanchi Kata were of course true, and after quite literally hundreds of thousands of repetitions of that particular 27-movement form over the course of more than two decades, I still cannot pretend to fully grok the contents and blueprints contained within that one archetypal form. Nonetheless, the unspoken fact was too that Mr. Suburito and the arcane Naihanchi Kata (despite the realities of the respective, intentionally subtle and skillful physical conditioning technologies contained within them) were really about slowly introducing a potential new member of the dojo into the actual training methods of the style and school without revealing anything too obviously dangerous, should the new recruit to prove to not be of the “good moral character” demanded by the Dojo Kun. Should that be the case, and should such a recruit find themselves to have worn out their welcome, the public was nominally protected, and the secrets of the school were further safeguarded by those deemed trustworthy enough to receive them. To return again to an examination of the Guiding Principles “the eagle with the sharpest talons hides them.”

As you can imagine, the onboarding process was a little more lengthy than that at a typical karate school. I recall distinctly having to memorize and be able to recite on command the five statements of the Dojo Kun (school code) and the ten paragraphs comprising the Guiding Principles (about a typed page and a half combined) before being able to progress beyond Mr. Suburito’s lone company.

After Naihanchi Shodan was sufficiently committed to mental and physical memory, and an exercise or two beyond simple striking sets with Mr. Suburito, two more similarly single, horizontal line enbusen comprised Naihanchi Kata (Nidan and Sandan) would follow, before I (the student) would actually be introduced to anything clearly resembling combat in posture, gesture, or movement in the truly unique “Tomari” Seisan (which is in fact a rather intricate white crane form, as opposed to most other forms sharing its name). For me this took about a year (without receiving or testing for a single belt rank along the way; curiously even the black belts didn’t wear rank belts, only a unique form of pantaloons called nobakhama, with but a couple of students who had here-and-there tested for a colored belt donning one).

However, it’s notable that within three or so weeks I (who hadn’t been yet taught how to do a simple block or strike in the manner of the system) would suddenly find myself introduced to the chizikun bo, a type of paired koppo (6” sticks with leather finger loops drilled through their centers, used as weapons, which are placed over the middle fingers of both hands). As it turns out a 7th Dan Kyoshi (Master) of the art would be teaching a rare form for the weapon at an even rarer full weekend training camp alongside a river at a distant and rural campsite.

You see, Kyoshi was always on the verge or “retiring,” and taking his still undivulged body of genuinely unique knowledge with him. Kyoshi never could quite get a successful dojo up and running himself (in fact the dojo was quite transient and moved or closed at least once a year) but nonetheless he (due to a mixture of actual skill and cowboy charisma) kept a pretty dedicated band of students within his orbit.

Whenever Kyoshi was strapped for cash a special training called a “Spirit Class” (a four+ hour day of Mr. Suburito and Naihanchi-esque kiba dachi chudan tsuki [horse stance middle punches]) could be scheduled for a nominal fee, inclusive of a custom screen printed t-shirt. If the bank was really coming to task though, a new, and somehow legitimately rare kobujutsu kata could be transmitted, replete with a custom printed t-shirt (for one low price) over the course of a weekend, and all hands were to be on deck. At no extra cost came the knowledge that if you open the advanced chizi kata the wrong way it “looks like you guys are trying to tear your peckers off” (LMAO, seriously) and that if you want to shower at a rural campsite you should stop and get quarters first, and that when you stop and get quarters first you should make sure that the item you’re buying to break cash into change with costs an appropriate amount so as to retrieve quarters in change. Twelve and thirteen year olds have to learn this stuff sometime! 😉

At this point I feel it worthwhile to note that Kyoshi did eventually retire and move out of state and out of touch, with some yet untaught and authentically rare and valuable skills in tow. I still practice that kata, or what I think I was taught at the time, and I’ve met very few people that know the “advanced chizi kata.”

Picking back up in week five of my training (and far beyond) Naihanchi Nidan and Sandan were gradually learned, and suddenly I had been indoctrinated and inducted properly into the tradition. By then I practiced my kata and exercises single mindedly while lusting over a copy of the Grandmaster’s newly self-published textbook. The textbook was sold only by a single school in his association for what was then (and now, but then especially) a very steep price of $65 (and a far cry from the $15 cost of his senior student’s very useful introductory manual sold in the same venue).

Speaking of those students and that venue, it was around this time that I recall that I began to realize that our faction of the art was no longer in the good graces of the Grandmaster’s association, and that there existed some really bad juju between the two camps. But regardless, we were all agreed that we were far superior to, and would not associate ourselves with, the third group of people accused of having stolen some of the secrets of the Grandmaster’s art at a few generous public seminars.

But I digress. For us, our “classical” system (as opposed to “traditional,” or the even more anathema “modern” styles) of karate was supreme (and admittedly the older I get the more my bias does swing that way among Japanese and Okinawan striking arts). Labeled sell-outs like Gichen Funakoshi of Shotokan fame were but “shamisen players with silver tongues who only ever learned the outside of karate” (or so said that curious younger Master Motobu again…the older Master Motobu was quite more refined in manners and skill). In short, if you wanted to real deal, you had to come to us.

My early life experience in Ryukyu Kempo introduced me to some of the most wonderful and valued friends and mentors in my life who I have been blessed to have cherished relationships with for decades now. Too, it broke (early on, in life and in training) many of my romantic conceptions of humanity, while also providing me an all but stereotypicalized idyllic training milieu. I really couldn’t have had it better anywhere else.

~Sunyananda

[fancyfrey]

Castor, the Six Star Hero

an OC centric BNHA fanfiction

Chapter 2

Touma wants to become a pro hero. He trains every day and studies the special moves and techniques of pros and sidekicks alike at his part time job. But there’s one thing in his way: In a world were 90% of the population had some sort of super human ability known as a quirk, Touma was one of the 10% that didn’t. Touma was quirkless, but that won’t stop him from pursuing his dream of working in the hero industry like the rest of his family. This is the story of how Castor, the Six Star Hero became the first quirkless pro hero.

It was a week less one day since the U.A. entrance exam and his anticipation was swelling. He felt some strange mix of disappointment and relief when he opened his mailbox and found nothing had come that bore the school's logo. Shifting through the mail he found only bills and started on his way back home. 

"Hey! Hoshi!" Not a second passed before he felt the impact of a soccer ball knocked him to the ground. He started to pick himself up but a foot landed firmly between his shoulder blades and pushed him into the dirt again. "I think I saw you at that U.A. entrance exam the other day. Don't tell me you actually tried to get into U.A." his classmate Ame taunted him. He could hear Ame's friends jeer at him as they kicked dirt into his eyes. Touma tried to remember if his classmate was there, was he assigned to a different part of the arena? He struggled to get up but Ame ground his heel into his back and continued, "I got 50 points! Those 3 point enemies were easy as shit!" He boasted. "I bet you spent the whole 10 minutes trying to take down a 1 pointer! Hahaha!"

"Hey, isn't there a written test to? No doubt the quirkless scum failed that too! How stupid do you have to be to get held back twice?!" Ame's friend joined in on the verbal attacks."Try as you might, but your mom and money can't buy you talent!"

Touma clenched his fists and started to lift himself up by his elbows. "Leave her out of this!!" Ame's foot stamped down on him again, the force of gravity emanating from his quirk threatened to sink Touma into the ground and crush his lungs. Touma gave up and tapped the ground twice, calling for mercy. 

"I thought so! Some quirkless nobody can't even defend themselves against people younger than him." Ame spat. He lifted his foot off of Touma's back. Touma stayed where he was and hid his face, he didn't want to give Ame any satisfaction by showing his wet eyes. "If you really want a quirk, go kill yourself and hope you'll be born with a quirk in the next life." Ame and his friend walked off, leaving Touma in the dirt. 

"What's in the mail?" Hotari asked when Touma returned home and tossed the mail onto a growing pile on the table. "Touma! What happened to your shirt?" She fretted when she saw stains and wrinkles on his chest. "Nothing, mom. It's fine." He swatted her hand away and avoided meeting her eyes so she couldn't see how puffy they were."It was that Omoi Ame again, wasn't it?" His mother hissed."I'm fine mom, please don't worry about it." Touma said and he retreated up to his room.

Touma barely touched his dinner that night and he didn't get much sleep. Even the peanut gallery kept their comments to a minimum. 

At school, it was much of the same. All his other classmates were excited about graduating, the younger students eagerly showed off and practiced their quirks between classes or during lunch period. The halls parted as Touma passed through.At the end of the day, he found his locker broken into. His note books full of heroes' quirk analyses and blueprint sketches for new gear were ripped and vandalised. His gym clothes were torn and his protein bars were stolen.

Down the hall, Ame and his friends were gathered, watching him. They sprayed the crumbs of his stolen protein bars as they pointed and laughed.

  "How was school today, Touma?" His mother called from her home office when Touma walked through the door.

"Fine." He hung his jacket up in the closet.

"Your karate instructor called, you didn't show up to practice?"

"Yeah I told told her I wasn't feeling up to it today." He kicked his shoes off and flopped onto a couch in the next room. "Can we go out and buy another set of gym clothes some time?" His mother came down, a number of measuring tapes around her neck and a pin cushion and some spools of thread on a belt hung loosely on her waist.

"What happened to your old ones?" She asked.

"I think I forgot them on the train home. Sorry."

"It's fine," she sighed. "I'll let your uncle know." She waved it off, "by the way, something came in the mail for you." She pointed to the table, cluttered with blueprints, tools, a couple small batteries and some loose wires. There, on top of the whole pile was a single white envelope with the logo of U.A. clearly printed on it.

"Do you...want to open it now or later? With me, or alone?" His mother asked slowly in attempt to bring him out of his shocked expression. "Hello, earth to Touma--"

"Now. ---alone." He grabbed the envelope and rushed up to his room. He shoved things around on his desk and found a small knife. With one fluid flick, the envelope was open and the letter was on his desk. 

He quickly skimmed the introductory address, the school's self praise and the explanation of points and the minimum required for admittance. He scanned the bottom where he found his points listed in two columns. 

Enemy Points: 44 Rescue points: 56

What were rescue points? He didn't know about those, but he had a total of 100, much more than the minimum required! He was in! He did it! A spark lit in his chest and his breath caught in his throat. Finally, nearly his whole life of dreaming of working with his family, more than 10 years of training and 2 whole years dedicated to this exam had paid off. He felt tears stinging his eyes the edges of his mouth turning up and digging deep dimples in his cheeks. He jumped up from his chair and pumped his fists in the air. Far away, he heard whoops and applause. 

He wiped his eyes of blurry tears and read the last line of the letter, expecting congratulations, 

We regret to inform you your application to the Heroics Course was rejected on the grounds of using an unauthorised aid.

Touma's shoulders dropped and his heart fell into his feet, struggling to find purchase on his desk, about to fall over. This couldn't be.

'Now that ain't right' a voice sneered in his head, nearly spitting the name of the school.

fekking snake

I'm not surprised though...

He took the letter in both hands and for a second of rage and desperation, thought of ripping it."Don't do anything stupid." A voice scolded him from behind."Shut up!" He yelled. He crumpled the letter into a tight ball and threw it at the wall. The next few moments blurred. He was down the stairs and out the door. He didn't know if the voice calling for him was his mother or the voices in his head. Probably both. 

He somehow found himself on the edge of a marina in a park near his uncle's office. The water below him was a deep blue, but it was calm. Stay calm. Breathe... he sat on the marina and let his legs dangle off the edge, as if tempting fate.

"What are you thinking of doing?" 

A woman a few years older than him with a thick accent he couldn't place, light violet eyes and nearly platinum hair said in a voice dripping with concern.

"Nothing...I just, need to calm my nerves." Touma sighed. He sat cross legged on the marina and started doing breathing exercises.

"That's good. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you." The woman breathed, voice calm and cool.

"I wasn't going to jump." Touma said just to dispel any more concern from the lady. She nodded her head and sat down beside him.

"Do you know how to swim?" She asked.

"A little."

"That water looks deep." She said. Touma could just see the outline of sharp rocks near the marina, though they didn't look close enough to the surface that he could stand on them. The blue water grew darker as its depths swallowed up the rocks.

"That's why I'm not jumping. I can't give Ame that kind of satisfaction." He said sternly.

"Is that the only reason?"

'I still want to be a hero,' he thought, but instead he said, "Why are you talking to me?"

"Because, you're like me." she said slowly, looking for the right words. "We've been where you are, because we're quirkless too. And we gotta stick together, right?" Touma looked at her sideways, how did she know he was quirkless?! And then he just looked at her. It was fairly hot outside, but it looked like she was in a damn parka, a scarf and gloves and a hat and thick boots with snow stuck on the tops of her toes and in her soles.

"Who the fuck are you?" He demanded.

"I saw your blueprints and drawings." She dodged. "Did you design that bow staff all by yourself?"

Touma was taken aback, but she didn't seem like she was going to answer his question any time soon. He sighed and answered her, "yeah. With some help from my uncle of course."

"That's amazing. Your mom and uncle, they work for Innovation Enterprises, right?" The lady asked, gesturing to the sweater Touma wore, the Innovation Enterprises logo emblazoned on its shoulder. Touma nodded. 

"I would help out in the lab. Since I was nine, that’s how I spent all my summers. Take measurements, record readings when they did tests. Pass them wrenches or drill bits." Touma said fondly, glad to focus on something else other than UA High. "That's good. That's really good." She picked up a small rock by his feet and skipped it across across the water."--past couple of years I've been tinkering around, making things." Touma shrugged."Like that bow and arrow? That staff?"

"And a few iterations of some gauntlets, boots...helmets and goggles..."

"That's amazing...Is that what you want to do when you finish school?" She sounded genuinely interested. Her Japanese had a strange lilt to it but it felt good having someone to talk to.

"That, or something like it." Touma said.

"That something, being a hero?" the lady asked. Touma sighed.

"Yeah, but there are no quirkless heroes." He resigned.

"Yet. There are no quirkless heroes yet." She pat him on the shoulder for added encouragement but he didn't feel it. "You're a fighter too, aren't you?"

Touma nodded.

"Then, you should know that uh," she scrunched up her face as if she was trying to remember something. "There's this old movie, how did the quote go?" She put on some fake gruff accent and said "It ain't about how hard you can hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward--that's how winning is done!" She exclaimed. Touma smiled. "Do you want to start heading back home?" She got up and gestured in the general direction that he came. Her accent was back to normal. Touma nodded.They walked in silence through the city that was just starting to settle down after a long day. 

Cute! The platinum haired woman stooped over a potted plant in front of a restaurant and pointed to the base, into the small weeds and dirt. A girl about her age with short dark hair picked up a small mouse from the pot and for some insane reason she let it crawl into a pocket on her gym bag

 "What?" Touma exclaimed. She only placed her index finger over her lips in response.

'You forgot a notebook at school. Let's go get it.' A gruff voice suggested in what he swore was German. Touma flinched as he thought he felt hair brush up against his ear. The woman with snowy boots and the dark haired girl nodded. Touma shrugged but decided to play along. 'Let's give Ame what he deserves.' the gruff voice said.

A security guard let Touma in, there were still clubs going on, so getting into his locker wasn't that hard. 'Where's this Ame kid's locker?'

Touma walked up to Ame's locker, but he didn't know the combination. "I can't do anything."

'You can't, but I can.' The gruff voice spoke up again,  it belonged to a blond man about Touma's age. He appeared beside Touma, looked over his shoulders in case someone else was coming by, and carefully started turning the lock on Ame's locker, his ear pressed close to it. He smiled and stepped aside, and presented the opened locker with a flourish. The dark haired girl smiled and let the mouse scurry out from her pocket and into the locker as the snowy boots lady folded her arms and shook her head but was grinning the whole time. Touma opened the wrappers of his stolen protein bars and the mouse started nibbling on them. The blond man nodded and close the door and locked it again. Far off, Touma heard giggling that didn't stop until he got back home.

"Touma! Touma, I've been worried sick!" His mother nearly tackled him once he walked in his front door. She pulled him into a tight embrace and he thought she would never let go. Then she took a step back and smacked him across the face. "Don't you go out without telling me like that again!! You left your phone, I was about to call Mr. Nishiya to go and find you!" She pulled him into her arms again. He felt tears on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Touma. That wasn't fair, they should have let you use your bow. Mr. Yamada told me you got the highest score of this year but---"

"It's fine mom..." Touma tried to stroke her hair, tried to calm her down.

"No it's not. Just because you don't have a quirk the administration---"

"I'm over it, mom. I'm not going to let this stop me. I'm going to keep moving forward."

She straightened herself and looked him in the eyes. Her amber eyes were sparkling with tears, the same tears he felt pushing against his own eyes. She smiled. "I'm so happy, Touma. I'm so relieved you feel that way."

She finally let him go and dusted the both of them off. With a deep breath she collected herself and said, "clear the table, I'll go get us something special for dinner, okay? Will you be okay here?"

"I'll be fine mom, thanks." Touma smiled. He started clearing the table and gathered up the mail to set it in her office. As he walked up the stairs, an envelope slipped from his grasp and landed on the floor. When he picked it up, he saw this also had the U.A. logo on it. He dropped the rest of the mail and immediately picked this one up. Carefully, hesitantly, he ripped open the envelope and read what it said.

Your application to the U.A. support course has been accepted.

The next day at school, Ame got quite a shock when he opened up his locker and found a mouse in it. All the notebooks and assignments he'd left in there had been chewed to bits. Touma tried to contain his laughter until lunch.

'I've never used chopsticks before.' A quiet voice said in German when Touma took out his lunch.

I suck at them. Someone else said in heavily accented Japanese. Touma rolled his eyes and put his lunch back in his backpack. He went off to look for another place to eat lunch, if only to escape from the voices in his head and the strange looks he was getting from other students. When he made it to the courtyard, he saw the snowy boots lady sitting on a bench. If there was no escape from the other voices, at least this figure was a welcome one. He took a seat beside her, eating his lunch and sketching new designs for support gear between mouthfuls of rice. She was reading a book in a script he couldn't read but registered as Cyrillic.

"Who are you, exactly?" Touma asked the snowy boots lady.

She rested her chin against her hand, and twirled a lock of silver hair. She pursed her lips and stared at a spot somewhere behind him, like she was tasting the right words to explain herself. Her next words were as calm and soothing as everything else she’d said to him so far, but they nearly made Touma choke on his lunch.

"I'm your quirk." the lady said with a sweet smile on her face.

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[jynappreciationsquad]

walk my street, unseeing

Der Mensch ist leider nicht naiv Der Mensch ist leider primitiv Freiheit, Freiheit Wurde wieder abbestellt*

- “Freiheit” by Marius Müller Westernhagen, West Germany 1987

(14 December 1988: New travel and exit act in the German Democratic Republic does not contain a general right to travel.) “Flight from the Republic”, crossing into the capitalist West without express permission from the state, is a highly punishable offense.

The tape deck on the table started up with an unnerving whirr, and Jyn’s eyes flickered to it, despite herself. You’d think she was used to it all, really, by now – the microphone mounted on the table in front of her, the whirring of the tape, the noise of the cars starting outside the building, loud through the draughty windows. The grim-faced official opposite, tapping on the table, staring her down, and the one leaning at the wall behind her that she was told to pay no mind to. Their whole routine of sober-faced “is your name Gina Lyra Erso, are you a citizen of the German Democratic Republic”, the immediate, almost friendly reminder that “the microphone cannot see you nod, Miss Erso”.

She wasn’t used to it.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I am citizen of the German Democratic Republic.” What else would she be, really? If she wasn’t, did they really believe she might choose to sit on this goddamn chair, hands underneath her thighs, the whirring drilling into her brain? That she would choose to sit in rooms like this over and over, small window half-barred by a dark curtain and a bright lamp overhead that made that horrible high-pitched noise, enduring some aggressively nondescript official’s prying into random details of her private life?

The watery blue eyes of the man opposite remained impassive. “Miss Erso, what is your connection to Bernhard Ruck?”

She blinked. Bodhi? This was about Bodhi?

“Um –“

“I’m sorry, is this a difficult question?”

Put yourself together, Erso, damn it, you’ve been in chairs like this half your life. They’re just trying to throw you off the rails.

“No, it… it isn’t. Bodhi and I went to school together.”

“But you have both graduated from the EOS two years ago, have you not?”

“Yes.”

The man turned a page in his file. “And where is Mr Ruck right now?”

“He is with the NPA. He volunteered for three years of army duty.”

“When did you last see him?” The man’s bored tone had turned vaguely aggressive.

“He – he was on leave for Christmas, he left on Sunday –“

“So the last time you saw him was when, exactly?”

“I – I don’t…  Sunday morning, I saw him off at the station –“

He slammed his file shut. “Miss Erso, were you aware of Mr Ruck’s intention to desert from his post and the republic?”

Jyn felt herself frown, dumbstruck – Bodhi, deserter from the National People’s Army?

Bodhi, deserter from the republic?

Was this some kind of joke?

“What?”

“Were you aware of Mr Ruck’s plans to desert his post in order to illegally cross the border to the Federal Republic of Germany?”

“Bodhi would – he would never –“ She stammered, but then she caught herself, and shut her mouth.

Would never what, Erso? Bodhi would never betray our glorious republic? Never turn his back on our socialist brothers and sisters?

Right, who was she kidding.

Bodhi would never desert from his post? She’d have never thought him capable, that was for sure, she’d always thought Bodhi was afraid of the whole world, but what did she know, really –

Bodhi would never leave me behind?

Well, Jyn, doesn’t that sound familiar.

She cleared her throat. “No. I was not aware of any intentions of his to desert. I don’t remember him voicing any negative thoughts about his posting or the state.”

“Not ever?”

“Not to my knowledge,” she replied, fighting to keep her voice firm.

So, there really was nothing new under the sun, then. Another one escaped towards a brighter future, leaving her in the dirt, in the span of two months.

The man’s demeanour changed again, his expression softened and he bent over the file towards her, his slightly oversized suit jacket crinkling.

“It’s alright, Miss Erso. I can see that you are willing to comply. Can you tell me your current occupation?”

This was something she had come to recognise, the constant one-eighties during the interview to tire her out. She recognised it now, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t working. Her head hurt.

“I’m a student of computer engineering.”

He nodded slowly, returning to her file. “Here in Dresden, at the Technical University, correct?”

“Yes.”

He threw her a thin smile. “And you understand, I presume, how lucky you are to have been granted this spot? Despite your late mother’s activities? And your father’s crime, no less?” His smile faded, though it looked less like intimidation tactics and more like he just wasn’t capable of keeping up the charade. “Do you see how much faith the state is putting in you? How much we have overlooked in order to grant you this chance?”

Jyn took a deep breath. Oh yes, the state had been so gracious to grant her this university place. She hadn’t earned it, of course, by visiting a special Polytechnic Secondary School with advanced Russian lessons since third grade, or getting the second best A-level score of her year. She hadn’t earned it by fawning upon the party since she was thirteen, volunteering for literally any task she could, first for the Thälmann Pioneers, then for the FDJ. She hadn’t earned it by burying her nose in her books, earning better grades than she had before and doing everything she could think of to force them to give her a place despite her mother’s ‘crime’.

Her father’s old university buddy Krennic had put in a word for her more than once – and her father had had the gall to want her to be thankful for it - back when she had been trying to get into the EOS, then again when she’d applied for university. And she’d endured the creepy coffee sessions at his office to repay him for the favour, dressed up in the itchy bright blue FDJ blouse that he seemed to like just a little too much on her.

But none of this had earned her this place, of course. It was all by the good grace of the state, and she should be ever so grateful.

“I see that,” she said, just a smidge too quietly.

“And you understand, of course, that in return we expect your full cooperation in this matter, Miss Erso?”

“Yes.”

“So, on the 28th of December of this year, you were not aware of what Mr Ruck intended to do?”

“No. He was fine when he came to visit, I didn’t – he was normal, completely normal,” she insisted, no need to fake the desperation in her voice. This was that day in 1976 all over again, her crying on a chair just like this one, asking over and over what had happened to her mother, why she couldn’t go home – and then, last October, when they called her in to tell her that her father had done just the same, just more successfully – and now Bodhi. Bodhi of all people.

“I didn’t know anything,” she insisted softly, glaring at the man opposite. “He never spoke about leaving.”

“How many years have you known Mr Ruck, Miss Erso?”

“Since I was eight,” she replied in a voice that turned out too harsh. Damn it. She’d sworn she wouldn’t let them get to her this time – “We were in the same home that I – that I went to when my mother died.”

“So you have known him for over twelve years then,” the officer said in a gentle, almost conversational tone.

“Yes.”

“And you say he never spoke of leaving?”

“Yes.”

He smiled at her again, nodding. “You must have a remarkable memory, Miss Erso, if you can be so sure of that after twelve years.” His face turned serious again. “Aiding and abetting a deserter is a serious crime. It would cost you more than your place at university.”

“I didn’t know!” she snapped, feeling her eyes sting with tears. “He never told me! I didn’t know! I never thought he would leave!”

She had slipped up, badly; he’d got under her skin and she’d let him and she didn’t even care. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair how everyone abandoned her, over and over, everyone she loved. Her mother, leaving her family behind just to get shot at the border; then the father they took her away from, finally disappearing from her life for good to do what his wife couldn’t; and now her best, her only friend, who’d been like a brother to her for so long –

They would have told her, of course, that it was for love that they hadn’t said anything, because the state would lock her up if they found out she’d known. But she wished she had known. She wished just one of them would have had the decency to give her a warning.

She wished just one of them had loved her enough to tell her they were going, even if they didn’t love her enough to take her with them.

But no. She took a deep breath, then another, shifted to a straighter stance on the chair that seemed to consist of nothing but metal frame digging into her thighs and shoulder blades, and kept her head down, demurely, like she had for years.

Life wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t even good this side of the Iron Curtain sometimes, and it was worse for Jyn Erso.

And then she was expected to smile and say thank you for all that.

It wasn’t fair, but it was what it was, for her. She didn’t know what on earth had made her expect anything else.

* Mankind is, sadly, not naive Mankind is, sadly, primitive Freedom, freedom, has been cancelled once again

Title from “Sieben Brücken” by Karat, East Germany 1979

[raphaelsplinter]

|| Get to know RAPHAEL SPLINTER who’s TWENTY-TWO years old and a SENIOR in college majoring in LAW. He is from NEW YORK and is often times mistaken for ARON PIPER while others say he reminds them of RAPH from TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. ||

heyo all, my name is pepper, and after spending way too long getting distracted and watching jenna marble videos sdjksdjk Here I Am to introduce my grumpy problem child, raph ! a bit about me i guess, i’m a pinterest addict and a big fergie fan, i can only wink with both eyes (still counts tho right?) and i love b99, the good place, and umbrella academy. alright down bellow will be a bit about My Boi and some wcs i have for him ! please * youtuber vc * sMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON if you’d like to plot and i will come running okay? okay 

tl;dr for those who don’t want to go through this whole thing, he’s the raph you loved and knew from tmnt except he’s bifurious, been to juvie, and had a period of his life where he was a vigilante. 

to start before i forget here is his pinterest board ! blood tw though !

Raph has always used his fists to solve his problems. Violence was as natural to him as breathing, something he’d been turning to since before he can remember, and truly never really learnt how to stop. From punching kids who bugged him on the playground to picking fights with jerks who looked at him funny, Raphael was, and likely always will be, a bit aggressive. Quick to anger and even quicker to throw a punch because of it.

It was his adopted father who decided to help him channel this anger into something constructive. At first Raph thought it was stupid. After all, he already knew how to punch somebody, he didn’t need to know how to do it with gloves on. But at his father’s patient insistence, Raphael tried it, and unexpectedly (at least to Raphael) it helped. Yes, Raph was still eternally in a bad mood, but now when it all got too much and his anger felt like a noose around his neck, he had something to turn to rather than the first person who ticked him off.

But it wasn’t long until Raph didn’t just have boxing to turn to. Not just karate and taekwondo either, no, somehow Raph accidentally stumbled into an even more unexpected outlet. You see, Raph’s sense of justice was almost as strong as his anger, and that was maybe the one thing he and his family all shared, the one thing they all had in common, even his father. None of them could just sit back and allow someone else to get hurt, and it was that sense of justice that led Raph into some light pseudo vigilantism. It wasn’t anything big or, hell, organised. Honestly, the way it started was with Raph hearing something suspicious in an alley, going in guns-- or rather fists-- blazing and taking care of it himself rather than calling the police. But the thing was, it became a pattern. It became a choice. It got to the point where Raph would go out at night and roam the streets, waiting to see if anything was going down, waiting to step in. And it was New York, after all, it was the cesspool of the earth, something was always going down. Almost every night through most of his teenage years Raph would come home with bloodied knuckles and bruises, hurting like hell and having to hide it all from his family but… he felt good. He felt lighter. Doing what he was doing then, it felt better than just punching someone to punch somebody. It felt like he was actually helping people, like he was using his anger that only ever seemed to hurt people to actually do something good for once. For a while Raph thought that he was truly doing what he was supposed to be doing. That he had found his calling (although he would die before saying that out loud. Too damn cheesy).

Until of course, predictably, everything went downhill. Using his anger as a tool seemed like a great idea, and it would have been, if he knew how to control it. How to wield it like his dual daggers or his fists. But he didn’t. And because of that he slipped up, let his anger get the better of him, let it overflow one night and went too far. It didn’t matter than Raphael was stepping in between the guy and the girl he was harassing. It didn’t even matter that the girl defended him. The police didn’t care. He nearly put the guy in a coma, and he was pressing charges, and those charges landed Raph in the slammer for a whole year.

Luckily Raph was spared being charged an adult by the fact that he was seventeen at the time. While he did get a record, and lost a year of his life to the incident, it all really could have been much worse. He was able to see his family every once and a while when he had visitation. And he was able to continue school from in there. Juvie, as horrible as it was, was almost like the wake up call he needed. It was the push he needed to realize that he couldn’t let his anger control him. He needs to learn to control it.

So he’s learning. Slowly and grudgingly through mandated anger management. In all honesty, he hates it, and he slips up all the time, but he keeps going to his appointments. He keeps coming back, and he figures that must count for something.

Getting into university with a record wasn’t exactly easy, even with Raphael’s grades. Yeah, Raph was no Leo or Don but there’s not much else to do in juvie but workout and study, so that’s what Raph did. Found out he was actually pretty decent in school when he actually put the effort in and had no other options. Not that most universities or colleges even cared. Raphael had stubbornly convinced himself that he didn’t even want to go (after all, he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do with his life, whether that be opening his own boxing ring or becoming a personal trainer, so he might not even need university in the first place) ( and because being angry was so much easier than being disappointed) until he got the offer from Corona. And yeah he thought it was stupid, and kind of shady, but... he didn’t really have any other options, and his brothers were going too. So he figured why not.

Raph decided to study law because again, why tf not. He minored in italian language and literature because-- well you get the drill. Honestly, if you were to ask Raphael about his major he would simply shrug, grumble, or give you the finger, but after being on the wrong side of the law for so long he wants to know it. In all honesty, Raph doesn’t trust cops or a lot of law enforcement, he thinks a lot of them are incompetent and stupid, and if he has his way, he’s going to be apart of changing that and maybe show these morons how it should be done.

HEADCANNONS

I have a headcannon that Raph took up italian when bored out of his mind in juvie, actually didn’t find it that hard, and he’s just been continuing to learn it and find it pretty damn easy here in Corona. I will say though, Raph isn’t the best student. He isn’t the best with authority figures who aren’t his father (the single and only authority figure he respects) so he tends to be rude in lecture, and ditch a lot, but he aces all his assignments so the professors can’t complain.

Raph is a smoker (both weed and cigarettes) and he doesn’t really care what anyone has to say about it. He figures they’re his lungs to ruin.

Raph has a sleeve at tattoos down his right arm, and an earring in his left ear.

Tends to work out/spar while he’s stressed.

Is a kind of impulsive and aggressive drunk, but also very loose and warm too if that makes sense, he can go from happy to angry at the drop of a hat.

He’s very protective of his youngest brother Mike, and that protectiveness can sometimes extend to other people younger than him. He doesn’t care for the most part, but Raph will always stick up or look out for the little guy, even if he does so grumpily.

The biggest potty mouth in the world omg, like it was hard for me not to curse while writing this while in his head space. He needs a swear jar.

Has some abandonment issues and identity issues due to the whole adoption thing but yk it’s chill he’s trying to chill dkjdfjk

THICK new york accent love this for him

WANTED CONNECTIONS ;  literally almost forgot to put these oof sorry y’all i’m a fool

friends ; raph is hella antisocial so i’d say there’s maybe two spots for these but i would love for him to have some people he actually like Semi likes to be around yk that would be cool (4/4) vanellope, merida, shego, dipper !

annoyance ; someone who bugs him. this is pretty self explanatory but this could be like a big brother/younger sibling kind of situation or it could just be someone who gets on his Last Nerve mabel !

someone he looks out for ; someone raph is protective of! this could be because he thinks of them as a younger sibling, or because he just feels the need to watch out for them and he doesn’t know why. we can plot this out ! rosetta & daphne ! (2/?)

an ex ; raph despite his moody ass, does tend to date even if it’s kind of rare. this could be someone who dated raph for whatever amount of time and maybe it well or maybe it went horribly. 

a past hookup ; self explanatory i think but raph has more hookups than actual relationships so if anyone is interested this is open to f / m / or nb! (1/?) angelica !

a fwb ; again self explanatory and open to all genders ! shego !

a soft spot ; someone who raph has a soft spot for for reasons that can be plotted. this grump is just a little less grumpy around them for reasons idek yet i just figure this could be fun. (2/2) rapunzel & boo !

a sparring partner ; someone who raph turns to when he physically wants to fight. friends with benefits except the benefit is fighting lmao flynn & vanellope !

enemies ; someone who raph hates, and it’s mutual, or maybe it’s one sided ! slightly !

stoner buddy ; coraline !

i think that’s it for now but i’m always willing to brainstorm tbh hit your girl up !

[digitlsurya]

Overnight, our society has transitioned to remote everything. From kids’ school, family get togethers to even virtual karate lessons. Now that we are comfortably numb to this change, we are never going to go back to the old way of doing things.

One type of remote meeting seems to be much harder than ever – the remote sales presentation. A lot of sales reps scrambled to continue to do what they do, in the virtual forum. Make ‘phone calls’, have ‘meetings’ and continue to ‘present’ but how is this working?

Is every meeting blurring into the next these days? Are you bored and distracted when someone is presenting?

Are you still struggling to keep your customer engaged during your remote sales presentations?

Best Tips from Fred Diamond

Recently, I had the pleasure of speaking with Fred Diamond, the co-founder of the Institute for Excellence in Sales (IES). I wanted to tap into his knowledge and discover the key ingredients for a great remote sales presentation.

The three most important things to consider:

Did you differentiate yourself?

How clear was your value articulation?

Were you customer centric?

Differentiate yourself in your next online presentation

When you sell face to face, you know the drill. You dress the part, show up on time, and are professional and organized. Building trust and presence is Sales 101. Then why do we all stumble so much in our remote meetings? We turn off the camera, make our deck be full screen and talk and talk until our customers are falling asleep.

You need to realize that your presence is more important than your content. Your customer can read your deck faster than you can say it, just repeating the information that is printed is not effective. They need to see you and connect with you. Your presence has to be elevated in a remote meeting.

Do you articulate value during online meetings?

Just talking endlessly doesn’t mean that you made your point. Remember, we learn more with our eyes versus any other sense. You need to show your value visually.

Bring up the customer testimonial video and show that this is real. Show the pictures from the installation that happened last week. Bring up your spec sheet and compare against the competition and highlight how your product is more effective. Don’t let the customer second guess your talk track by being visual and proving to them that your products and services are better.

Be customer centric

This means that you not only present information but allow the customer to talk and ask questions. Be non-linear and bring up any type of content as the conversation evolves. Don’t be married to the deck and use the PowerPoint deck as a visual aid – as it was originally intended. Don’t let PowerPoint be a crutch to your presentation.

Being customer centric also means giving your customer the visual feedback that you’re listening. Pull up a note and start typing their concerns. Underline, highlight and mark up the document to reflect their comments.

If you do these things in every meeting, you will not only have more effective remote meetings and sales presentations, but you will also build more trust and close more deals. The same psychology that drives success during a face-to-face presentation applies to remote meetings and there are tools that can help you succeed.

[shveta]

How to Crush Your Remote Sales Presentations | Vizetto

Overnight, our society has transitioned to remote everything. From kids’ school, family get togethers to even virtual karate lessons. Now that we are comfortably numb to this change, we are never going to go back to the old way of doing things.

One type of remote meeting seems to be much harder than ever – the remote sales presentation. A lot of sales reps scrambled to continue to do what they do, in the virtual forum. Make ‘phone calls’, have ‘meetings’ and continue to ‘present’ but how is this working?

Is every meeting blurring into the next these days? Are you bored and distracted when someone is presenting?

Are you still struggling to keep your customer engaged during your remote sales presentations?

Best Tips from Fred Diamond Recently, I had the pleasure of speaking with Fred Diamond, the co-founder of the Institute for Excellence in Sales (IES). I wanted to tap into his knowledge and discover the key ingredients for a great remote sales presentation.

The three most important things to consider:

Did you differentiate yourself? How clear was your value articulation? Were you customer centric? Differentiate yourself in your next online presentation When you sell face to face, you know the drill. You dress the part, show up on time, and are professional and organized. Building trust and presence is Sales 101. Then why do we all stumble so much in our remote meetings? We turn off the camera, make our deck be full screen and talk and talk until our customers are falling asleep.

You need to realize that your presence is more important than your content. Your customer can read your deck faster than you can say it, just repeating the information that is printed is not effective. They need to see you and connect with you. Your presence has to be elevated in a remote meeting. Do you articulate value during online meetings? Just talking endlessly doesn’t mean that you made your point. Remember, we learn more with our eyes versus any other sense. You need to show your value visually.

Bring up the customer testimonial video and show that this is real. Show the pictures from the installation that happened last week. Bring up your spec sheet and compare against the competition and highlight how your product is more effective. Don’t let the customer second guess your talk track by being visual and proving to them that your products and services are better. Be customer centric This means that you not only present information but allow the customer to talk and ask questions. Be non-linear and bring up any type of content as the conversation evolves. Don’t be married to the deck and use the PowerPoint deck as a visual aid – as it was originally intended. Don’t let PowerPoint be a crutch to your presentation. Being customer centric also means giving your customer the visual feedback that you’re listening. Pull up a note and start typing their concerns. Underline, highlight and mark up the document to reflect their comments. If you do these things in every meeting, you will not only have more effective remote meetings and sales presentations, but you will also build more trust and close more deals. The same psychology that drives success during a face-to-face presentation applies to remote meetings and there are tools that can help you succeed.

https://vizetto.com/crush-remote-sales-presentations/

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Tt Boot Camp Games

https://opix.pk/blog/tt-boot-camp-games/ Tt Boot Camp Games https://opix.pk/blog/tt-boot-camp-games/ Opix.pk Product Name: Tt Boot Camp Games Click here to get Tt Boot Camp Games at discounted price while it's still available... All orders are protected by SSL encryption – the highest industry standard for online security from trusted vendors. Tt Boot Camp Games is backed with a 60 Day No Questions Asked Money Back Guarantee. If within the first 60 days of receipt you are not satisfied with Wake Up Lean™, you can request a refund by sending an email to the address given inside the product and we will immediately refund your entire purchase price, with no questions asked. Description: Break Though Boot Camp Boredom, Differentiate Yourself, and Boost Your MarketingWhen I started my group sessions, I was renting a 12 foot by 12 foot area from a local “big box” gym. Every day I had to show up to the gym 30 minutes before my first session and move 10 spin bikes off of the floor just so we could train. I did everything in my power to market my program and spread awareness so that I could fill my small floor space and find a better facility to train in. It just seemed like no matter what I tried to do, my membership numbers weren’t moving and I was actually starting to lose people. People were getting bored with the format of my session and finding other ways to get variety in their training.I was needed to find a way to get that “spark” back into my sessions to prevent people from getting bored. Plus with new boot camps opening up around me, I knew I needed a competitive advantage.My name is Brian Kalakay, and I was tired of spending endless hours working on my boot camp program and not making it back. To solve this problem, I set a goal of opening my own boot camp facility in 8 months. Three months later, my new facility had over 100 new boot camp members. I’ll explain how I did it in a moment, but first, let me tell you where I was:You’re probably wondering what the heck Boot Camp Games are and how they can increase your member retention rates and generate a constant source of referrals, right?I know it sounds like a weird combination, but here me out. As we both know, it is way more affordable to retain clients then it is to try and get new ones off of the street. To be exact, the cost of getting new clients is SEVEN TIMES MORE than the cost of retaining clients!You have to keep your current clients MOTIVATED to come back to your sessions, get NEW clients in the process and continue to create a FUN training atmosphere every day.That’s a LOT of extra work hours, not to mention a LOT of extra pressure – especially when memberships keep dropping due to boredom. It happens…So what if I had a SOLUTION that would FIX all of those problems with the “click” of a button AND what if it was as easy as playing games with your friends?Hang in there… let me explain.Boot Camp Games are a combination of recess style games and my knowledge of Turbulence Training fitness drills. These games are designed to inflict “turbulence” on the body, which causes a fat burning muscle toning response. Not only are these games fun and exciting, they also can be used as an effective form of exercise. These games didn’t start off as being “boot camp friendly” though. They actually weren’t boot camp games at all at one point…One night (Really Late) I was looking around my basement for some cones to do line drills with in my boot camp the next day. I ended up finding a box of my old karate notebooks (8 years’ worth). One of these notebooks was loaded with drills and games we used to play with our karate students. Right then, I had a crazy idea… What if I took the martial arts aspect out of some of the games and added fitness elements to them? Viola! I had a new, killer program to implement with my clients that would break boot camp boredom and keep them coming back for more.Since the implementation of these games in my boot camp classes, my membership numbers have tripled since I opened my doors, members are actually starting to hang out outside of class, my Facebook wall is buzzing with member comments and my retention rates are unreal. Most gym owners around me complain about losing clients during summer months and down times, but I have to be “that guy” and tell them that I really don’t have that problem anymore.What’s my secret for retention? GAMES! It keeps everyone excited and motivated, and instills a sense of loyalty and community that people cannot find anywhere else.I am a TT Certified Instructor, and what I did with these games was I took my knowledge of cutting-edge TT fitness and combined it with my passion for group games to create a killer new program that would revolutionize the format of boot camp classes.These Addicting Boot Camp Games are the ULTIMATE SOLUTION for Life-Long Clients, and here is why…Inside you will discover 31 done-for-you boot camp games, including, team building games, small group competitions and partner playoffs… Not to mention all the ideas you will get from making your own versions of these games.The truth is, with so many games and activities to choose from, you’ll easily keep your boot camp classes filled with people, diverse, and exciting for quite some time.Check out just a handful of the games you can instantly use to keep your members engaged and hyped-up about your boot camp…One simple answer…THE BOOT CAMP TRIFECTAUsing these games at the end of class will boost the sense of community within your boot camp. Remember, they can get a workout anywhere, but people want to work out with their friends. These games are designed to encourage social interaction and teamwork. Because of this, everyone will be growing closer as a “fitness family” on a daily basis. When this sense of belonging occurs, they become loyal to your boot camp. This means they have a higher chance of staying and referring people to your facility.Let’s face it, we all get bored and burned out from the same routine eventually. Implementing these games at the end of a workout can help break up the monotony of a boot camp class. Even if you change your workouts every day, which I’m sure you do, there is still a chance that they will feel “burned out”. These games offer a “vacation” from the workout. We know they are still exercising, but in their minds, they are playing with their friends. More variety you incorporate into your boot camp, the better the chance of members returning on a reoccurring basis.What sets you apart from the person down the street who has a boot camp? How about the way people feel when they leave class. Do they feel over-worked and thoroughly exhausted like every other boot camp in the area? Or, do they rejuvenated and energized? Obviously, you want the second one. These games will help you stand apart from your competition. We have taken many old school recess style games and formatted them so that there is some form of fitness involved with them. They are still working out, but they are smiling and laughing in the process. That is definitely a “win-win” in my book!By combining all three of these client-getting elements into all of these games, you’ll never have to learn how to retain customers EVER again. Creating more time and freedom that you deserve AND helping MORE people.Forget about spending your evenings in front of a computer trying to come up with new things to do in your boot camp classes so that clients will keep showing up to class. The time spent thinking of that stuff could be used playing with your kids, finding other ways to be successful, or just unwinding after a long day of work.With this solution everything is DONE-FOR-YOU!Games sort of get forgotten as adults and this program helps bring out the kid in all of us. These games are fun and fast paced and clients don’t even know how hard they’re working when they get caught up in the spirit of play. Thanks Brian and the TT team for such a great resource that I can use to spice up my bootcamp.”I haven’t seen a more complete, new and fresh bootcamp product in a long time.The bootcamp games are a brilliant addition to camps not only for the fun factor but the retention and marketing manuals are also excellent! The bootcamp games and videos while extremely innovate are simple to implement!This is one awesome tool for bootcamp trainers and will surely differentiate and set apart their bootcamp business.I highly recommend this to all bootcamp trainers.”I used some of the games in my boot camps. The clients laughed like children and I smiled like a proud parent. I talked about connecting to our inner child and remembering how much fun it was to play. It started a fantastic conversation. I will continue to do the games because of the simple joy it brings to our clients and me.So I highly recommend you take your clients back to the day where you get all the kids in the block to come out and play. Boot Camp games has got our adults to tell their friends to come play. Thanks Brian for the great product and helping me grow the business while having fun in the process.”With these “done-for-you” and ready-made games and activities, there’s no more embarrassment over people getting bored with your classes. PLUS they’re Turbulence Training Approved!Our “camper approved” games will keep you looking like a “boot camp idol” to your members, but without the hard work.That’s a really good deal!I’ve done all the heavy lifting for you. Let my client tested, done-for-you boot camp games do the work for you so you can go back to doing what you love most without worrying about losing clients to the boot camp down the road.How to Market Using GamesDon’t just play games…PLAY THEM RIGHT! I’m not talking about just playing fair in the class. I’m talking about playing the marketing game right.Included with this manual are ways to use the boot camp games to actually help grow your business.If you are like me, sometimes you would rather watch a video than read about it. If you are like that, then you are in for a treat.I am including video tutorials on how to play each of the games. This way you get to see how we play the games and also get ideas on how to change the games to make them yours.A real quick way to end class is a relay race. It pumps people up and they are really easy to administer. Because of this, I have developed an easy to follow system that will make creating a relay race as easy as 1-2-3.Follow my simple formula in this report and you will be able to create over 300 relay races within seconds!Never again will you be caught without a game at the end of class. Just throw the done-for-you chart onto a clip board underneath today’s workout and voila! Over 300 variations of relay races you can perform with any size class.That’s right. This program is backed by my 60 Day “Happy Camper” Money Back Guarantee. If for any reason you are not completely satisfied with my boot camp games, contact me within 60 days and I will give you a full refund. That’s how confident I am that you will be blown away by these games and what they will do to your boot camp.Q: Who is the Done-For-You Boot Camp Games for?A: These innovative Boot Camp Games are designed for all fitness levels, from beginner to advanced, and were made for someone who wants to over deliver service to their clients and gain new members in the process.In the past year, over 30 games have been used in my packed boot camp classes to add fun, variety and more loyalty to my program.So if you want the games created for you, showing you every activity and every step to help your clients truly enjoy their training experience, then you’ll love getting 31 of these Turbulence Training approved games.Q: What if I don’t like it?A: You have my 60-day, 100% money back guarantee that you will love the TT Boot Camp Games or you can simply let me know and I’ll refund every single penny of your order.There is absolutely no risk to you because I know that your campers will love these games once you give them a try. They’re fun, exciting, and rejuvenating!Q: Where can I buy the TT Boot Camp Games?A: It is ONLY available here on this website.Q: Is the TT Boot Camp Games package sent in the mail?A: No. Instead, you get instant and immediate access to over 31 Boot Camp Games with just the simple “click of a button.” You’ll be able to print out the games or view them on your tablet. They are ready and available to use within minutes.Q: What equipment do you need?A: Variety is the key to keeping your clients coming back day after day. And because of this, these Boot Camp Games include activities using tennis balls, clothes line, balloons, medicine balls, stability balls, hula hoops, cones, and body weight.Q: Do you show every game and set ups for each in the manuals?A: Yes, absolutely. Each game comes with photos and a description.With the complete done-for-you TT Boot Camp Games, your games are designed for you to plug-and-play so that you can spend your time enjoying the life you want to live, instead of scurrying around trying to find new stuff to do so your clients don’t leave you for your competitors.Looking forward to your success,Brian Kalakay, CFT, CTT Creator, TT Boot Camp GamesP.S. – Boot Camps are exploding into the fitness world and popping up on every corner. What is going to make your boot camp better than the others? Let’s put something in your boot camp that will make people talk about how awesome your boot camp is compared to the others. Use this Done-for-You system giving you more freedom while being the Boot Camp talk of the town, with customers banging on your door, begging to be a part of your community! Click here to get your copy now.P.P.S. – There is absolutely NO RISK at all for you to try the Turbulence Training Boot Camp Games. Your camper satisfaction is guaranteed by my 60-day 100% money back guarantee. If you aren’t completely satisfied with the program, just let me know within 60-days and you’ll be refunded your entire investment.Got Questions?If you have questions please contact customer support via email to support@ttbootcampgames.com. We reply to email the same day, however, please allow up to 24 hours for personal replies to customer service emails. Click here to get Tt Boot Camp Games at discounted price while it's still available... All orders are protected by SSL encryption – the highest industry standard for online security from trusted vendors. Tt Boot Camp Games is backed with a 60 Day No Questions Asked Money Back Guarantee. If within the first 60 days of receipt you are not satisfied with Wake Up Lean™, you can request a refund by sending an email to the address given inside the product and we will immediately refund your entire purchase price, with no questions asked.

[zrtranscripts]

5K Trainer: Week 5, Workout 3

JODY MARSH: Runner Five, Runner Five, over here! It's me, Jody. Doc's been called away today. Runner Seventeen's come in with a dog bite. No, no, definitely a dog bite, nothing worse than that.

But she remembered it's time for your training, and I've done the workouts before, so here I am! And in any case, I've got a bit of a secret mission today, but don't worry, it won't be dangerous. Let's get going. We're walking for five minutes to start.

JODY MARSH: Okay, we're halfway done with this five-minute walk already. Bet you're wondering what the secret mission is, aren't you? See if you can guess. We're heading towards the city, and I'm looking for something very special.

JODY MARSH: Boss! That's five minutes walking done. Now let's do that five-minute free-form run. I'll follow along with you, so you choose when to walk or run, okay? Let's go.

JODY MARSH: Three minutes left. You're going great, Five! I can see you've made progress. Have you guessed my secret mission, yet? I'll give you another clue: I'm looking for something to keep us warm.

JODY MARSH: Just one minute to go. Good work! I guess I should just tell you, but we'll let it be a surprise. Can you see where we're heading? That big out of town shopping center with all the warehouse shops and restaurants? Alanna's Pet Palace, Jones Vermont Maple Bistro, that technology shop, the Museum of Improbable Technology. We're not going to any of those. Just keep going. I'll tell you when we see it.

JODY MARSH: Okay, that's the five-minute run done. Now let's do those drills. Where are you now, week five? Uh... heel lifts! I remember. Okay, let's start with 30 seconds of walking.

JODY MARSH: Now we're going to do one minute slow running.

JODY MARSH: 30 seconds to go. You're better than I was at week five, that's for sure.

JODY MARSH: Okay, now let's do those six heel lifts. Can you see any zoms around? I think this area's cleared out, but you never can tell when one's sneaked in. They're sneaky as hell, those zoms. Like ninjas. Imagine that! Ninja zombies. They'd be like [imitates karate moves, zombie groan] Do you think there are any ninjas who've turned into zombies?

JODY MARSH: Okay, now we're going to do another 30 seconds of walking. Keep an eye out for those ninja zombies.

JODY MARSH: Now one minute of running. Go!

JODY MARSH: That's so good, Runner Five. Now six more heel lifts, and I'll tell you where we're going. See that? Creative Craft Warehouse? Yeah, we're heading there. I know, I know, it's not cool like those secret missions to exchange info. But when I heard they'd cleared out this sector, well, I just had to come along, you know?

JODY MARSH: Okay, now we're going to walk for 30 seconds. I don't think we're in danger. Can't see a single zom anywhere.

JODY MARSH: Now let's do 60 seconds running. Go!

JODY MARSH: You're going so well! Now we'll do those six heel lifts.

JODY MARSH: Boss! Now walk for 30 seconds.

JODY MARSH: Great. Now we're going to run for one minute. Let's go.

JODY MARSH: We're getting closer to the crafts store. Stop running and we'll do those six heel lifts. Man, I'm so excited to see if there's anything still usable there. I mean, I know people think I'm crazy, but you have to remember who you are. You know, what you love. I'm not just Runner Four. I'm Jody! I love knitting! If you don't remember that stuff, what's the point of all this, anyway?

JODY MARSH: Great. Now we're going to walk for 30 seconds, then run. I can almost taste that yarn! Well, not taste it, exactly. I pretty much never taste yarn. It all tastes the same, anyway.

JODY MARSH: Okay, now let's run.

JODY MARSH: Great. Now six more of those heel lifts. Huh? Did you see that? Not a zom. Moving too fast for a zom, and too like cleverly, do you know what I mean? Even the fast zoms, even when they're chasing, they just look so stupid. But that was – did you see that person like darting between those buildings?

JODY MARSH: Let's do those 30 seconds of walking now. Guess we'll find out who that person is when we get closer.

JODY MARSH: Okay, getting there. One more minute of running.

JODY MARSH: Another six heel lifts. I know, I know. I got pretty bored of them, too, when Doc made me do them, but you've got to have strong legs to be a runner. It all helps.

JODY MARSH: Okay, let's walk. I can't – I can't see where that person went. Can you see?

JODY MARSH: Okay, come on. One more minute of running. We can do it. We're getting really close.

JODY MARSH: Aw, I'm made up for you, Runner Five. You're getting so good! Do your six heel lifts now, and - look! There she is again! Did you see that? Going across the abandoned car park. Someone else is here. Come on!

JODY MARSH: Okay, just another 30 seconds of walking now. Listen, I know this is boring, but when we've done this final training run, I think we should circle the whole perimeter of the shopping center to make sure no one's waiting for us. You never know. And I haven't survived this long without checking for traps. It's probably nothing, but we should just make sure.

JODY MARSH: Okay. Last 60-second running drill. We'll head for the side there, by the road, do you see? Where the bushes are all overgrown. Let's go.

JODY MARSH: Okay, let's wait here and do those six heel lifts. I can't see anything, but keep looking, Five. We have to keep ourselves safe out here.

JODY MARSH: Okay, cool. Let's head around the back here. Looks like there's a dirt track. Keep your eyes open. We'll do free-form running, so you set the pace. Should take us about 10 minutes.

JODY MARSH: That's two minutes. I can't see anything suspicious.

JODY MARSH: That's four minutes. Just a few shopping trolleys from the supermarket. I think everything worth eating there's been looted.

JODY MARSH: Five minutes. Halfway. Good. This is looking good, safe.

JODY MARSH: Seven and a half minutes done. Mmm... do you see that? Shopping trolley in the distance. Looks full. Let's go and see.

JODY MARSH: Just one more minute. We're nearly there, come on.

JODY MARSH: Okay, good. Stop here, get your breath back. What's in this trolly? Looks like some wool, some kid's clothing, some pet stuff... Someone else's -?

BECCA: What the hell do you think you're doing?

JODY MARSH: It's okay. Runner Five, step back. Step back, it's okay! We're not here to take anything.

BECCA: Runner... you're from Abel Township, aren't you?

JODY MARSH: Yeah, we are. Yeah. We're just here to pick up some supplies. Yourself? [clears throat] I see you're a knitter. Me too, me too! We heard this place was zom-free for once. I wanted to see if I could pick up some yarn myself.

BECCA: I do knit. It feels nice to make stuff for my little girl. Sort of reminds you you're human, you know?

JODY MARSH: Yeah.

BECCA: I'm Becca. Me and my husband live out near the airfield. We're trying to stay clear of all this Abel Township/New Canton rivalry stuff, you know?

JODY MARSH: Yeah. It's amazing how, even after the apocalypse, we can't just live together peacefully.

BECCA: Yeah. You said it. Me and Ed are always saying to those guys at Bert Airfield -

JODY MARSH: Bert? You know the guys at Bert? They don't talk to anyone!

BECCA: They also want to stay out of trouble, you know? And they've had stuff going missing. Don't know who to blame, you or New Canton. But they're good people! Ed and me help them out with mechanical stuff sometimes.

JODY MARSH: Stuff going missing?

BECCA: Yeah. Sorry, I've got to run. They'll be missing me back home. Stay safe out here. I hope you find that yarn you're looking for!

JODY MARSH: Cheers, yeah! Thanks! That was... interesting. Okay, you finish up your stretching. I'm going to run into the yarn store and see what I can find.

JODY MARSH: Great, got loads of yarn. Loads more to come back for, too. Well, they'll be wanting us back at Abel soon. Should be about 10 minutes. Come on, let's run back. You set the pace, and walk when you need to. Let's go!

JODY MARSH: Two and a half minutes. Looking good!

JODY MARSH: That's five minutes. Halfway done. We're going well.

JODY MARSH: Only two minutes to go!

JODY MARSH: Just 30 seconds more. Nearly home!

[gate siren, gates raising]

JODY MARSH: Back in good old Abel. Listen, thanks for your help today. In fact, I've made something for you. And that's your fifth week of training done, Five! You should take a day off now, and then be back for training with the Doc. Aw, I'm made up for you that you've come so far! We'll be off doing real missions together soon!