Sookie Stackhouse (
justsookie) wrote2010-06-23 07:16 pm
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it reminds me of walking through the avenues
Although relatively petite and blonde, Sookie Stackhouse was far from helpless in defending herself; between having a sharp tongue, skill in wielding heavy chains, and knowing her way around a gun, most people in Bon Temps didn't dare cross her path when she was in one of her moods, mind-reading abilities notwithstanding. But time on the island without a shotgun propped against her wall and with the ever-present reminder of the fact that no matter how many times she prayed for her grandmother's arrival, Rene's was just as likely, had driven Sookie to the point where she needed to find a more disciplined way to go about it. Something which didn't require a quick sprint on over to the weapon.
Which was why, in addition to the secret meetings she'd planned with one Alice Cullen, Sookie also found herself hovering around the twice a week martial arts classes at the Island School. The fact that Buffy Summers was the instructor was just the icing on the cake, Sookie's face barely containing a wide grin as she bit down on her lower lip, standing outside the classroom about fifteen minutes before the scheduled start of class. And if there was one thing that Sookie could say, it was that Buffy was a million times prettier up close and personal.
(Even if a bit shorter than Sookie always imagined.)
Steeling her nerves, Sookie knocked on the propped door and peeked inside. "Um, hi? You're Buffy Summers, right? I was wonderin' if it'd be possible to join this class at all."
Which was why, in addition to the secret meetings she'd planned with one Alice Cullen, Sookie also found herself hovering around the twice a week martial arts classes at the Island School. The fact that Buffy Summers was the instructor was just the icing on the cake, Sookie's face barely containing a wide grin as she bit down on her lower lip, standing outside the classroom about fifteen minutes before the scheduled start of class. And if there was one thing that Sookie could say, it was that Buffy was a million times prettier up close and personal.
(Even if a bit shorter than Sookie always imagined.)
Steeling her nerves, Sookie knocked on the propped door and peeked inside. "Um, hi? You're Buffy Summers, right? I was wonderin' if it'd be possible to join this class at all."
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Here, though, in this gym — here, she felt at home. Within the confines of the Martial Arts classroom, Buffy never had to doubt herself. If there was one place on this island where she belonged, this was it. She was stretching when she heard the knock, blonde pony-tail tickling the mat as she bent to touched her toes and then some.
"Hi," she called back, with much more energy that she had ever been able to muster this early in the morning. It was funny how much a renewed sense of importance could do for a girl. Riding to an upright position, Buffy waved to the girl and headed toward the door. "Yeah, I'm her. She's me. We're one and the same. And yeah, if you want to, absolutely. What's your name? I don't think we've met — please tell me we haven't met. There's nothing worse than thinking you're meeting someone you already met and just forgot completely."
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Not that it was at all a damper on the moment. Everything else notwithstanding, Sookie was really and truly meeting the greatest previously-fictional person she'd ever known, and could hardly keep from jumping everywhere out of excitement. So much of what she did or said, ever since the vampires came out of the coffin, was in some way influenced by the way Buffy had dealt in her life — although Sookie was indeed glad for the fact that vampires in her world didn't automatically lose their souls in the process. At least, not entirely. Her smile slowly widened, although it was shaky all the same, and Sookie found herself holding out a hand for the other woman before she could even think the action through.
"Oh, we haven't met, no — I mean, I've heard about you, knew that you were a great teacher so I thought about givin' this whole thing a shot," Sookie remarked honestly, eyes wide. "But we haven't met directly. I'm Sookie Stackhouse, Buffy, it's a real honor to meet you."
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If they hadn't all blown up, that is.
With a sheepish smile, Buffy shook Sookie's hand. "Sorry, hi. I'm glad we haven't met. Wait, that sounds wrong. I mean that I'm glad we haven't met before, as in this is our first time meeting so I didn't embarrass myself by forgetting your name. Fortunately, I found a much more efficient method of supreme self-embarrassment: opening my mouth."
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If a little bit tougher than most.
"You're a great teacher," Sookie affirmed readily, not wanting to get into the specifics of what she knew — that Buffy had trained a group of Potentials and had been, in her opinion, far better than Faith at it. "And oh gosh, don't worry about it, I've got the exact same problem. It's like when I'm nervous, my mouth keeps on goin' on and on and it often ends up makin' things worse when I say things before I think them through, embarrassin' myself and makin' me want to check my words even more, and..." She gave a smile that faded into a slight wince. "Maybe you know just the feelin'. It's like a row of dominoes."
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"So, do you have any experience?" Buffy asked, momentarily slipping into a teacher-mode she never knew she had before. "It's not required, but I'd probably have to teach you the basics and such. You know, everything we've covered so far, just so that you don't fall behind. It's not much, I promise. You'll probably catch on right away."
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"No, not really, not with martial arts," Sookie shook her head, regretting having made the decision to wear a dress to inquiry. "I mean, my brother used to play football and he got in a few fights, enough that he taught me some things about defendin' myself— I'm really good with chains— but I've never had anythin' really formal. Usually, though, I'm a fast learner when it comes to my hands?"
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But she had to admit to being curious (maybe even morbidly so) as to where the chains came in.
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"It's just one of those things that you can carry around without bringin' a lot of suspicion to yourself, but it's also real good at snatchin' people, so long as your throw's strong enough. Chains wrap around people, and if they're heavy, it takes a lot to undo them. But it also usually takes a while before they do any lastin' damage, so I always thought it a win-win situation," Sookie shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "There was once this guy who was really kind of hankerin' to give me one— he nearly killed me, later— but I threw a chain around his neck and that kept him preoccupied for a good while. Where I'm from, it's just... kinda dangerous."