Pain and Gain(Alex)

[Louis DeGrandpe]

 Louis took off his coat and tossed it to the side. Everyday he did a morning workout, the more grueling the better. Today he decided that he'd try and work out some of his fighting styles, a true assassin had to rely on more than just his weapons. His body had to be just as lethal on it's own in order for him to be successful. He started with his basic fighting style Muay Taih, a marital art originating in Thailand it mostly concentrated on elbow and knee strikes and could easily become deadly. The second art he pulled was L.I.N.E. A US military form of fighting, it almost always ends with the opponent dying which was why most were cycling it out for more practical fighting styles.

Then there was his fall back in case things got extremely bad, Rough and Tumble. Created again in America during the revolution it was a messy form of fighting, it meant going for the eyes with your thumbs or trying to bit out the tongue all the while trying to keep your opponent from making move with any of his limbs. And then came his one hundred percent lethal fighting style, created by the Israeli military Krav Maga there was no practical self defense use for it, the fighting style was made to be lethal in almost any occasion and was meant to cause as much pain as possible. It taken him years to learn each one of these styles always coming away barely alive and bleeding. But now he was the one who could deliver the damage.

He stepped away from the dummy with his knuckles and legs stinging a bit and his breathes coming out in loud huffs. "Looks like I haven't gotten rusty yet."

[Alex Ventresca]

A faint smile flashed across Alex's features as she ran along the pathways of the school grounds. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath she took. Her footsteps hardly echoing in the expanse of the grounds. To anyone who was watching, it would simply seem as if she were just out on an early morning run. Were that the case, she wouldn't be wishing for a way to forget what had happened to her friends.

With every beat of her heart, every foot step, every breath she took, she felt as if the life was being sucked out of her. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the image of a blood stained battlefield, with her best friend and her friend's cousin lying dead before her. It was a memory she wanted gone. A memory that would haunt her until the day she died.

She kept running, not really paying attention where she was going and just letting her footsteps carry her where they may. Once she realized where she had gone exactly, she paused. The gym had gone through quite the number of renovations since she'd last been here but that wasn't what caught her eye. There was another student practicing his fighting style on a dummy. It was interesting, the last person she'd seen with skill near that was Jin, Calista's new boy toy.

"You know the dummy can't really give you much practice. It doesn't fight back."

[Louis DeGrandpe]

Louis was so absorbed in his training that he barely noticed someone was watching him until they started speaking. He whipped around to face her, adjusting his glasses since they'd slid down his nose a bit. "Yes well if I had tried it on a living partner I would most likely have killed them by now. Those were some of the worlds most deadly martial arts known to man." Louis cracked his neck and shook out his hands. "I like to keep my skills fine tuned but I usually don't even resort to my hands. Too barbaric and dirty, and you let him get one scratch at your cheek and then you end up having to clip the nails and wash the fingers." He shrugged absently. "Listen to me, explaining all of this to you and I've yet to even say my name, Louis Degrandpe." He said with a nod of his head. He wasn't much of a conversationalist but if he was going to be on this island for long he might as well attempt to seem friendly to the other students....well most of them.