Post by Kira Knight on Feb 7, 2012 0:12:55 GMT -8
Date: February 14th, 2025 // Location: some random park in Nevada // Time: 5:00 pm ((Thread is now closed))
Cira stood atop the wooden frame of a small bridge on the right side which bordered a playground on one side of the outer city limits. One leg was bent a little and higher than the other due to the bridge arching slightly across the small river. The weight of her body was put mostly into the balls of her feet for supreme balance. She had sent around a few messages to some of the guys she knew ('Bots as well), and challenged them to a three part date scenario. She may not have felt so energetic if it were in the dead middle of the summer -- Cira HATED the heat and she was amazed she could survive living in a state like this, but with lots of water and food, some how she managed all right.
The first part of the date was a Parkour run with no time limit, set to their own pace so she could test them in their stamina and agility. To her a Parkour run or good spar with someone she was curious about was like a date in a weird sort of way, you could still challenge them and you could learn about how they thought in a strategic, practical sense. It was good physical activity and a great way to let out pent up stress. She had sparred and went on Parkour runs with Talahasse and her step father all the time, and she still ran with Mike now that they were around each other more.
The second part? You guessed it. After a break, the spar at a location of their choosing would be initiated. Being in the military and having a passion for martial arts in general, Cira would undoubtedly want someone with decent martial arts skills. She saw sparring as a kind of dance, if two people got into it enough anyway.
And for the third part, the actual 'typical' date, though typical doesn't include just a fancy movie or dinner in this case. This means a casual walk with little-no showing off free running skills, perhaps find a place to rent go-karts, a theme park, arcade, etc etc. Cira felt she was already pretty flexible and very adventurous. The elements didn't bother her that much and she was tough thanks to Parkour and military training, and being an all around crazy woman (the good kind of crazy -- well, to most she seemed that way. Admittedly some did think she was downright crazy).
Cira wasn't feeling lonely per se as of late, but she felt the need to find someone to get closer to -- it never hurt if one found the right person they could trust. IF they did. Then again, maybe she did feel a little lonely since she lost her kid in an accident those seemingly long few years ago...She wanted to find someone on a similar note as her, someone that could understand and respect her. Finding someone who could also challenge her was another thing she sought, but something she saw as a bonus. Of course Cira was straight, but she didn't particularly care if the being was human or not - she was fascinated in the Cybertronians ever sine she met Jazz, and she was also interested in AI technology thanks to KITT and Interceptor.
So there she stood in thought, surveying the area. Her bangs got ruffled a little in the wind though the rest of her hair, which was tied up in a pony tail - stayed intact as a rough gust of wind hit the area. The 5'5'' tall woman was wearing black jeans, black Sketchers, and a dark blue t-shirt which fit her snugly. The custom wrist blades she always wore were visible, but no blades were apparent -- they looked like metal and leather-bound arm warmers that covered her fore arms. She would only wait so long, but she waited pretty patiently. She would change positions sometimes if she needed to, but thus far she remained standing, her arms folded. A serene look was written on her face, revealing little emotion, but hinting a lot of thought.
((*Cracks knuckles* c'mon peeps, I dare any one of ya to toss someone in! It doesn't matter who as long as they're of a male identity xD. I just thought I'd do this for the hell of it! I know Cira's compatible with Jazz, but I welcome other challengers, because nothing is planned for her as far as relationships go, n I got a truckload of muse for her.))
Cira stood atop the wooden frame of a small bridge on the right side which bordered a playground on one side of the outer city limits. One leg was bent a little and higher than the other due to the bridge arching slightly across the small river. The weight of her body was put mostly into the balls of her feet for supreme balance. She had sent around a few messages to some of the guys she knew ('Bots as well), and challenged them to a three part date scenario. She may not have felt so energetic if it were in the dead middle of the summer -- Cira HATED the heat and she was amazed she could survive living in a state like this, but with lots of water and food, some how she managed all right.
The first part of the date was a Parkour run with no time limit, set to their own pace so she could test them in their stamina and agility. To her a Parkour run or good spar with someone she was curious about was like a date in a weird sort of way, you could still challenge them and you could learn about how they thought in a strategic, practical sense. It was good physical activity and a great way to let out pent up stress. She had sparred and went on Parkour runs with Talahasse and her step father all the time, and she still ran with Mike now that they were around each other more.
The second part? You guessed it. After a break, the spar at a location of their choosing would be initiated. Being in the military and having a passion for martial arts in general, Cira would undoubtedly want someone with decent martial arts skills. She saw sparring as a kind of dance, if two people got into it enough anyway.
And for the third part, the actual 'typical' date, though typical doesn't include just a fancy movie or dinner in this case. This means a casual walk with little-no showing off free running skills, perhaps find a place to rent go-karts, a theme park, arcade, etc etc. Cira felt she was already pretty flexible and very adventurous. The elements didn't bother her that much and she was tough thanks to Parkour and military training, and being an all around crazy woman (the good kind of crazy -- well, to most she seemed that way. Admittedly some did think she was downright crazy).
Cira wasn't feeling lonely per se as of late, but she felt the need to find someone to get closer to -- it never hurt if one found the right person they could trust. IF they did. Then again, maybe she did feel a little lonely since she lost her kid in an accident those seemingly long few years ago...She wanted to find someone on a similar note as her, someone that could understand and respect her. Finding someone who could also challenge her was another thing she sought, but something she saw as a bonus. Of course Cira was straight, but she didn't particularly care if the being was human or not - she was fascinated in the Cybertronians ever sine she met Jazz, and she was also interested in AI technology thanks to KITT and Interceptor.
So there she stood in thought, surveying the area. Her bangs got ruffled a little in the wind though the rest of her hair, which was tied up in a pony tail - stayed intact as a rough gust of wind hit the area. The 5'5'' tall woman was wearing black jeans, black Sketchers, and a dark blue t-shirt which fit her snugly. The custom wrist blades she always wore were visible, but no blades were apparent -- they looked like metal and leather-bound arm warmers that covered her fore arms. She would only wait so long, but she waited pretty patiently. She would change positions sometimes if she needed to, but thus far she remained standing, her arms folded. A serene look was written on her face, revealing little emotion, but hinting a lot of thought.
((*Cracks knuckles* c'mon peeps, I dare any one of ya to toss someone in! It doesn't matter who as long as they're of a male identity xD. I just thought I'd do this for the hell of it! I know Cira's compatible with Jazz, but I welcome other challengers, because nothing is planned for her as far as relationships go, n I got a truckload of muse for her.))