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June	The sun is setting. Here in Fort Clinton, one of the local kung fu dojos is just releasing the students from their session. Two young men are just leaving, each boasting about maneuvers they accomplished in sparring as they walk along the sidewalk, no doubt to their expensive cars.     June doesn't look like she belongs in this part of town. She doesn't even wear khaki. Shredded jeans and a Killer's T-shirt show her opinion of fashion, and her fire engine red hair shaved on the sides mixed with several piercings say that she is from a distinctly different culture.
Brooke Harris	Brooke drifts toward the studio in unintended silence, just some random black girl with a duffel bag in black pants, a grey tank top, and a burgundy denim jacket. She momentarily checks the GPS, some of these schools are hard to find. But she knows which teacher she is looking for, because she is less than happy with some of his students. She drifts past the students. She sizes them up in a moment. They don't even notice her. They are irrelevant. She glances around a bit anyways, because someone here doesn't belong here. THEY get sized up more carefully.
June	"Oh, yeah, I'm totally trading in that jag, it's trash, told them I wasn't going to settle for less than the Mercedes," One says to his friend.     "I know, seriously, that's like an insult," the other agrees. They start to make their way past June as well, and she steps on a foot. The young man takes a sprawling dive, spilling across the sidewalk.     "Hey! What the hell?" the young man says looking up back at June. The red head grins, pressing her tonge against the bottom of her teeth. "Oh, sorry," she says in a mock apology. "My Sperry's were in the wash, stuck with the converse, you know how it is." It's taunting demeanor, leaving little to wonder whether she is being malicious.
Brooke Harris	Brooke raises an eyebrow and gives a closer look. Ooh. A qigong practitioner. Who.. She gives your posture a second look. Hmmm, is probably going to embarrass these students. Not more than that though, hopefully. She drifts that way silently, crossing her arms. Idly, she comments, "Does you guys' sifu not teach breakfalls?" To June, "Come on, girl. No thrashing the locals just for walking while privileged. Some of them are pretty decent. They didn't choose to be rich waspy cishet family types. A few of them rise above that."
June	"Yeah, but they are so cute when they look stupid," June answers Brooke, only after speaking glancing over to see who exactly spoke to her. She gives a once over, "What's it to you anyway?" she asks with an inverted nod of her head in a mild challenge. Her accent isn't from Gotham.     "She stepped on my foot," the fallen young man complains in defense for why he couldn't properly break his fall.     "You better watch out, if you weren't a girl we'd mess you up," the fallen man's friend threatens.     "Don't let that stop you, twinkle toes," she answers, turning her attention back to the young men. She slaps her chest, or lack their of, in challenge, inviting an attack.
Brooke Harris	Brooke frowns. "That didn't seem like it was going to stop those guys I heard about who got stomped going after a school in North Point with a woman instructor. And slap the ground. If I have to teach that to you, your sifu needs to adjust his curriculum fast. HIS sifu teaches proper breakfalls." She looks June over. "Attacking students who you obviously outclass. Who is YOUR teacher?" She looks you over. "I think I have some ideas who it might be." Back to the rich kids, "Don't let the estrogen stop you from taking a swing. If anything, stop because she will take you apart if you try anything. You might want to just cut your losses and run now." She smiles, apparently bemused by the whole situation.
June	June looks over with a skeptical appraisal. "You really don't," she answers Brooke.     The standing man seems to be uncertain, then goes for a less than bold strike to foot sweep. His form isn't bad, he just seems to fail to commit in the moment. June simply raises her leg to avoid the sweep, and then snaps out quickly with her knuckles, catching her attacker on the left eye. He recoils, grabbing his face with a yelp.     "There ya go," she encourages him. "Just a little more balls and you might be able to do something." The fallen young man stands back up, and looks between Brooke and June.     "Come on, you want your shot?" June asks cockily. He doesn't seem to. "You're no fun," she says. "Just get out of here."
Brooke Harris	Brooke smirks and crosses her arms again idly. "You could try ganging up. It wouldn't help. Or you can come after me. That's an even worse idea." She just stands there. Perfectly balanced. Totally relaxed. Not even specifically focusing on anything. She turns her gaze to June. "As for you, what's gotten into you? Honestly. Is there something pissing you off more than usual? I don't think your teacher would want to hear about this. I'm not telling them, obviously."
June	The two men look at each other, the challenge posed by June and in turn by Brooke. They seem to be more intent in leaving with what dignity they have left. "Pussies," June mutters, looking back at Brooke. "Don't see why I have to say anything about it," she says. "You don't know me, what makes you think somethin's gotten into me? Maybe I'm just a bitch. Been accused more than a couple of times of that."
Brooke Harris	Brooke nods. "Fair enough. This much bitchy wouldn't get you taught this much ass-beating, though, so I figure today's an off day. And I'm in a good mood. It's better than figuring out how to tell a teacher that his students are idiots without saying to his face that it's because they get it from him." She shrugs a little, "And I'm not in a mood to cut you down like that. Gotta stick together, right?"
June	June hesitates, "Yeah I guess. You think you've met me before?" She asks, a suspicious measure in her eye as she tries to understand Brooke's assumed comradarie, and turns to face Brook a little more directly as the two young men make their exit. "Cuz I don't think I know you, and I'm pretty good with faces."
Brooke Harris	Brooke smiles. "Nope. I've just met the type. I guess we might have, but I don't remember it. You have some skills though. That shuto was on POINT, girl. And not just the moves." She tilts her head. "I'm just a teacher. I'm not going to try to sell you anything. I don't think you'd trust anything I offered. I just see a skilled woman having a bad day."
June	"Yeah?" June says. "So what, you the martial arts police or somethin'?" she asks, her demeanor not taking Brooke too terribly seriously. "You got tell senseis if their students are playin' Cobra Kai?" she asks with a smug grin. "I have lots of bad days, so...ya know, there's that."
Brooke Harris	Brooke shrugs one shoulder and tilts her head. "Sometimes. If their teacher is like in their nineties, can't even walk, and finds out that one of their students had some of their students try to jump another one of their students when she's pregnant. I'm kind of pissed." She hmms, looking you over again. "Well, there's a lot to get pissed off about sometimes. Lots of it just deserves an eye roll though. It takes a bit of a step to get to the point where it's 'Pff, what-ever' instead of 'Okay, fist of fury time', I guess."
June	The description earns a careful stare from the pale redhead. She doesn't say anything in response, but instead just seems to be trying to gauge exactly what to think of her dark skinned counterpart, and from the expression she maintains, she doesn't have a clear cut conclusion.
Brooke Harris	Brooke smiles warmly. "Usually it's gangs or ninjas or some shit like that. I'm not sure why ninjas have been trying to pester martial arts studios lately. It's a horrible way to get recruits, and by that I mean it just doesn't work very well. But I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that." Innocent smile, like a tiger after a big meal. "But enough about me, how are YOU doing?"
June	"Beatin' on martial arts studios, huh?" she asks, seeming to genuinely be in the dark. "Sounds very conspiracy theory. Maybe there's a big ninja war coming, and we all gotta pick sides or be swept away in a B rated chinese kung fu movie."     She grins. "So what ninjas? Is it a specific group of them or something?" she asks, sidestepping the question of how she is doing. She shoves her hands in her jeans pockets, slouching to one side.
Brooke Harris	Brooke shrugs a little. "Well, the last ones were Hand. I asked somebody to pass on to their teacher that those guys were idiots. One of them tried to grab my wrist." She pauses for effect, pursing her lips. "All the techniques we learn to deal with somebody grabbing your wrist, and somehow they missed that that might be seen as a bit of a warning..."
June	"Huh," June answers, seeming to take a little more interest in the subject. "So, the Hand attacked this place?" she asks, thumbing in the direction of the small dojo. "You beat the reason out of them or something?" She says the name of the clan as if it's not a new thing to her ears.
Brooke Harris	Brooke looks over at the school, then back. "Oh, not THIS place. This is Mr. Cobra-Kai's school." She shrugs a little. "This was in Harlem. Again, nothing you would have anything to do with. I haven't dealt with any Foot mischief recently. It's not as though I go looking, and I think Hand has some sort of internal struggles right now. Just a guess, really. Again, I don't go looking." "So did you just come looking for trouble? I'm guessing there's only so much shit you can get into."
June	June smirks. "Mischief, huh?" she echoes. "So, how is it you know all about these ninja groups, aren't they supposed to be top secret? You have a ninja radar or something? I just was pissin' around, never been in Gotham before, thought I'd check the place out." She shrugs. "Heard these yahoos, they just rubbed me wrong, so I thought I'd punk'em."
Brooke Harris	Brooke nods. "What did you have in mind for punking? Just brawling everybody in the place? That's a bit much." She shrugs a little bit. "I deal with a lot of martial artists. A few trickles of rumor trickle up here and there from the odd slip up... then they do something overt and show that they exist. I don't know a lot about them past that, and what I get is mostly from crossing paths with their hot heads." She looks back at the school. "The Hand is worrying me a little, because ninja aren't supposed to be roughing up people on the street. If you see a ninja, something has gone a little bit wrong for the ninja, wouldn't you say?"
June	"Yeah, I get that sometimes," June agrees. "Any ninja you know about is one that sucks," she says. "They run around in funny outfits though, it gives'em away. If they really wanted to be sneaky, they wouldn't dress like movies, right?"
Brooke Harris	Brooke nods. "Exactly. So did you have something in mind for how to punk this place? Because mostly all I had in mind was being haughty and trying to remember some embarrassing gossip, so far."
June	June winces apologetically. "Yeah, I think you just saw it. I'm not really all that creative, sorry." Then she quirks her brow, "Of course, I was amused still."
Brooke Harris	Brooke says, "Well, yeah.. But yeah, these guys suck. I didn't see a single girl among their students. They start sparring early, lots of machismo. It's a Wing Chun school, lots of short centerline punches and trapping and they move straight in on people. Their centerline is really well guarded, but they have trouble with people moving at angles. In case you were ever in the mood to play helpless new student or something.""
Brooke Harris	Brooke shrugs innocently. "I mean, *I* can't. The guy KNOWS me." She looks upward, all sweetness and light.
June	June finally gives a real smile. "Yeah, well, they probably do fine impressing girls and stopping average bullies, so I bet they're happy with it," she estimates. "I'm a little too busy with more important things to do," she says. "And I really suck at playing helpless. Guess it's just my personality. You though," she says, "You're kind of an odd duck. You get paid to stop people from screwing with these dojos, but then you have been trying to encourage me to do that same thing this whole time. What's up with that?"
Brooke Harris	Brooke does a cute little shrug. "One, I don't get paid in money for this sort of thing. It's a quid pro quo thing. This guy has no quid to pro my quo. He has money, but I'm not hurting for it." She ticks off another finger. "Two? These guys really, really bug me. What they did was seriously not cool, and it's not the first time. Now they're a problem."