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Who: Abigail and YOU
What: A day in the life of a new prisoner
Where: Around Obsidian
When: July 23rd

i. Common room

[ Abigail hasn't taken to coming in here often, but this afternoon it was relatively quiet, so she ventures in, sitting in a corner with her back to the wall. She glances up at the television for a while, in relative disinterest, before something else catches her eye - a ragged page from an old magazine. Through the stains and scribbles on the paper, someone's left her a half-finished crossword. She lights up a little - this will the time for now, at least. ]

Five across: Hillary's challenge as first lady: to do nothing (7).

[ She frowns a little, then quirks an eyebrow up at whoever's nearby, in case they want to have a go at the answer. ]

ii. Bathrooms

[ It would be just her luck to be assigned janitorial duty. At least it's something to keep her occupied, even if it's pretty grim work. She tries to finish up quickly, though she's worried she'll be reprimanded for not being thorough.

She jumps out of her skin when someone bangs on the door, but before she can scurry out to let them use the facilities they're already off down the corridor, laughing at having startled her.

In another stall, she finds someone's drug stash hidden under the rim of the toilet bowl, and frowns as she turns it over in her hands, wondering whether to flush it, or whether that would end up getting her in trouble with whoever it belonged to. ]

iii. Meal room

[ She's managed to queue up early today, hoping for a shot at the better selection of food. When she's nearly at the head of the line, however, a rather burly inmate sees that she's about to get the last of the good stuff - and that she's rather small and unintimidating. Without further ado he storms up and grabs Abigail by the scruff of the neck, dumping her unceremoniously on the ground and taking her spot in the queue. ]

iv. Recreation area - Closed to Rook

[ She's slowly walking circuits of the running track when she sees Rook, and saunters over to him, offering a small smile. She doesn't spend too much time outside, but it makes a change, and that's as much as she can ask for here. ]

Hey, how's it going?

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The actual escape is just making use of human anatomy. Your wrist doesn't bend that way, no matter how strong you are. The second thing is, usually if someone is grabbing your wrist, they're trying to force you to go somewhere. So- [ He widens his stance again, knees bent, though back a step this time, so Abigail can see. ]

This is called 'base'- or I guess my teacher at the academy sometimes called it 'rock solid'. It makes it a lot harder for someone drag you around, which allows you the chance to actually escape. The downside of this is any other movement- trying to punch or kick, what have you- makes you lose that base so someone could easily pull you off balance. Wanna try it? We can go step by step so you can see for yourself.

Sure, let's have a go.

[ She tries to copy his stance, planting her feet firmly with her stance wide and her knees bent. ]

Good. [ He grasps her wrist much as she had done to him, firm but not enough to hurt. ] Take it slow, step by step. You'll want to step into me, and remember, move your elbow under my forearm, bringing your wrist back to your shoulder. This isn't about strength.

[ Abigail isn't the best at taking things slow. She tries, but she ends up yanking her wrist back quite sharply. It does the job, though. ]

Like that?

[ Rook grins at her.]

Yep, that's the way. Want to practice a few times, make sure you've got the hang of it?

Probably a good idea.

[ She holds out her arm for him to take again, hoping that the more they do it, the more instinctual it will become. ]

[ Rook reaches out, grasping her arm again. He doesn't offer any advice to start this time, seeing instead how she handles it to give instruction from there. ]

[ Abigail gets it perfect with the next couple of tries, then finds she can't quite manage it, stumbling and nearly pulling them both over. ]

Shoot, I really thought I had it there.

Whoa-

[ Rook reaches to stabilize the both of them. ] That's alright, you're doing well. Just take it slow. Remember the first thing is that solid base, so you're a lot harder to pull around.

[ She steadies herself against him, still looking annoyed with herself. ]

How can I make it more solid? Most people here are a lot stronger and heavier than me, it'll be easy to drag me around.

It's harder than you'd think, especially for someone not expecting. The point isn't to get into base and then just sit there waiting for them to figure out they need to use all their strength, it's just long enough to get out without being thrown off-balance in the process.

[ He offers his wrist for her to grab again. ] So you'll want to plant your feet far apart, knees bent and posture upright. When you're going into base for this move, you want to step into your opponent's space so you can maneuver your arm where it needs to go. Like this.

[ He moves one foot forward, stepping nearly between her feet and bending his knees, torso mostly faced outward, rather than towards her. He steps back into a normal posture. ] Try again, just the base part. Foot forward, wide apart, drop your knees a little. Think about like old Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan movies, if that helps visualize it.

[ Abigail takes his wrist once more, watching closely as he steps in toward her. She shuffles her feet a little further apart, dropping her knees slightly, trying not to think about whether she looks ridiculous. ]

Like this?

Yep- you could go a little deeper, if you wanted- not squatting obviously, but the lower your center of gravity- to a certain point- the better.

[ He shifts, returning to his own base stance and slowly repeating the motion of drawing his elbow under to her forearm, and pulling their hands back to his jaw so that his hand slips out of her grip. ] Just like that.

[ She repositions a bit lower, then tries again. When she's successful, she repeats the action a couple more times. ]

I think it's going to take a lot of practise to get used to it. If I'm being attacked, it doesn't feel instinctual to make this kind of move, you know?

Yeah. It's not a natural movement, but a natural movement won't do you much good. We can move on to something else, if you like. I'm down to practice whenever- not like I'm going to be particularly busy. [ He gestures vaguely around them. ]

Sure, we can try something else. I'll definitely come back to this, though.

[ She hopes that he won't get sick of her wanting to practise with him. ]

Yep, good.

[ He decides to try a slightly different angle: ] What are you most worried about, in getting attacked? Grabbed, hit? Something else?

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