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The Junkyard; Thursday Morning.

Sakurazaki had arrived at the Junkyard a little early, as she prone to do. Still, she was extremely grateful that the weather cleared up a little to allow for this to happen successfully. As she waited, camcorder in hand and lifted to her eye, she swiftly bounced from one pile of junk to the next, moving around them, behind them, on top of them, playing around with all sorts of angles and shots. And probably getting a little too into it, as she wasn't particularly paying attention to anything else.

[[for

walter_n_wires but open to anything. SP's the word. zomg, week of hell almost over]]

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Walter had also arrived early, as he was wont to do. He had been intending to warm up a bit before Sakurazaki got there, but spotted the girl as she flitted over to where he usually went to 'work out.'

He greeted her as he shook out his hands and looked over the new crop of junk to cut up. "Good morning, Sakurazaki."

"Ohayo, Walter!" Sakurazaki waves from where she stands atop of a rusty old car, but barely looks up from her camcorder. She's currently executing a very random zoom-out from a rather striking image of a flower poking through the wreckage. It was very dramatic and captivating. Finally, shot completed, she looks up with a grin. "Need a little warm up before we start, or would you just like to get into the demonstration? I like to shoot those first; a lot of time, seeing the action inspires better interview questions."

Walter rolled his shoulders and shrugged. "I should be responsible, even if the bad guys won't give me time to stretch. I'll just be a moment."

He started in on some stretches for his arms and shoulders, still trying to determine how to give her the best demonstration of his skills. Start small and work up seemed reasonable.

"No problem," Sakurazaki says idly as she raises the camera back to her eye and turns, starting to film again. "So many interesting things in here." There's a light chuckle as she quickly hop-leaps onto another mound. Ooooh, spider. "Jus' lemme know when you're ready."

"Thanks."

Walter finished stretching and chose his first target, a piece of rusted stovepipe, sticking out of the mass.

"I'm ready when you are."

Camera still to eye, Sakurazaki swings around. "Okay! Hold on, lemme get a good stop." More swift leaping, until she finally finds a spot she feels will be a good angle for whatever he throws out at her. "All right, now, since I'm very unfamiliar with the style, it might take me a while to get used to your rhythm, but just flow with it, let yourself get involved with it, and I'll just follow you. Pretend like I'm not even here, if you can."

"Right then."

This was just a workout with a zone he had to ensure stayed clear. He nodded to himself and started to work.

The stovepipe was an easy target. He wrapped a wire around its top to hold it while another severed it from its base. Then a tug on the wire holding it pulled the piece of pipe into the air, where he was able to turn it into metallic confetti with another flick of his fingers.

Behind the camera, an eyebrow arches. Nice. She keeps her focus at a wide range to encompass everything, but is also keep an eye on him, a heightened awareness of his movements so she can better determine the next target, the next area of focus.

Something bigger this time. There was a battered metal file cabinet not too far from Sakurazaki. Walter looped a wire through each of the handles for its three drawers and yanked, pulling the drawers out. He then dropped another loop around the three to cut them loose of the cabinet itself and gather them together to throw them high in the air.

As with the stovepipe, he caught the three drawers with a net of wire to shred them. Unlike the stovepipe, he directed the trajectory of the debris to send it flying toward himself.

He stepped aside from the majority of the debris, dodging with an inhuman speed, but he also caught a few pieces out of the air with deliberate wire flicks, ending with the three drawer handles in his hand before he dropped them to the ground.

Silently, Sakurazaki chuckles. What a show-off. But she certainly had a peaked interest in what else he intended on dismantling.

So much for delicacy. Walter was enjoying himself at this point, but it was time for something more along the line of brute force.

He selected the front end of a cadillac that was sticking out of the middle of a pile of crushed cars, about ten feet off the ground. He grinned as he wrapped wire around it and pulled, sending the hood, front tires, and half of the engine block falling to the ground with a gratifying crash.

Of course there's a wince at the sound, but it's definately a very good one. And, like the pile of cars, the questions were piling up in her head for the interview. But none of them as signficant as the question of what he's got to top that.

Damn the circumstances of their situation. It would absolutely fascinating to go against Walter and his wires in a full spar with Yuunagi.

Well there are no convenient buildings to cut down (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/000ytr81). *sigh*

Walter could top that, but he wasn't about to show everything he could do to be recorded. That was just foolish. Instead, from there, he went on to fully dismantle another car, this from the top of the pile, combining delicate manipulation with brute force again.

He finally stopped and looked over at Sakurazaki, flushed and panting slightly.

"Good enough?"

Sakurazaki lifts her chin slightly, a thought hatching in her head. She calls out of him from behind the camera. "Is it safe to assume you can control those things pretty well?"

"Yes. I think you could safely say that." Even if "safe" wasn't necessarily the best word choice.

"Good, because I've got a good idea for a potentially amazing shot." Potentially amazing, and potentially dangerous. But her reflexes had always been sharp. "Think you can send one of those directly toward the camera?" She points at the lense for further explaination.

"I thought you were going to ask for something difficult." Walter waited for Sakurazaki to look ready for the shot before sending a wire straight toward the lense.

There's a slight rolling of her eyes. "Well, I just had to make sure. Call me crazy, but I don't particularly want a wire inadvertantly going through my brain."

Sakurazaki prepares herself. "Okay," she tells him, and keeps a steady focus on the approaching wire until the moment she choses is close enough, thank you, then leaps up high to get a nice downward shot of it passing underneath her. She lands a few inches to the left to follow it's progress past the spot.

The jump actually caught Walter by surprise, since he'd planned on pulling the wire up short before it touched her camera, but he went with it, allowing the wire to continue forward before whipping it back into its ring.

"Anything else?"

"I think that's good," she discerns, lowering the camera a moment to backtrack through the footage to make sure it turned out. She hops quickly down off the mound of junk she'd been standing on, cocking her head slightly toward a spot she'd thought created a nice artistic background for them to sit. "Let's get to that interview part."

[[mine's being annoying, too, and work in a bit anyway, so that works. :)]]

Walter followed her implied direction and sat down. "Alright. What do you want to know? I warn you that there are some things I can't answer."

That seemed as good a place as any to start, camera still whirring lightly as she films. "Can you answer with a reason why there are things you can't answer?"

Walter made a face at her. "You have nothing you're keeping private or secret?"

Not interview protocol, but still...

Sakurazaki was visibly taken aback slightly, seized by a moment between panic and offense. But it leaves just as soon as it arrived. "Of course I do," she responds after a moment of gathering herself, shoulders noticably tighter. "But I figured it wouldn't hurt to see how much of such secrets could remain on the surface. I see now that not very much. But, okay, secrets. Definately understood. So we'll move on. And, of course, anything you're uncomfortable with discussing, just say so."

She decides she better stick pretty rigerously to her list. "I suppose the first and foremost question, then, would be: how did you come to use such a unique weapon?"

Walter could see that he'd struck a nerve with Sakurazaki, but she had pressed the issue. "My father gave me the rings nearly seven years ago. I have been working with them constantly ever since."

"And how old are you now?" She remembers with a wince that she forgot to get all the technical information for Walter. Oh well.

"I'll be fifteen soon," Walter said. If you loosely define "in a bit over two months" as "soon."

There's a bit of a thoughtful hum from Sakurazaki. She would have pegged him as a little older than that. And then she's hesitatant to ask her next question, knowing full what what an answer may be. "Were you trained to use them by your father?"

Walter shook his head. "No. I'm entirely self-taught in using the wires, although not in other fighting methods."

"Entirely self-taught?" Sakurazaki can't help but picture a little, wee, seven year old Walter playing with wires to very disasterous means. "That sounds a little...dangerous."

Walter held out his hands to display the scars that covered them. "Speed is the key to controlling them, and I know no one else fast enough to use them. Which makes it rather hard to find a teacher."

She moves the focus of the camera to his displayed hands. "Can you show me how they work?"

He'd done that enough times that it wasn't really any sort of secret, so Walter turned his hands over palm up.

"The wire is housed inside the rings." He pointed to a tiny hole on the palm side of a ring. "Depending upon how it's situated, the wire will either feed out this hole, or be retracted." He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers, no wire showing. "Or not do anything at all."

Sakurazaki is truly fascinated. It's just so....unique! "Do you know much about their creation? Did your father use them? How did he come to possess them?" There's a bit of gushing in the string of questions.

"Those are questions I can't answer, except that my father did not use them," Walter said, almost regretfully.

"How very strange..." Sakurazaki muses, a little awed, half tempted to reach out and touch one of the rings or at least ask to hold one or inspect one closer. A unique weapon was interesting enough as it was; add a possibly mysterious past to it and it became damn near fascinating.

She kind of forgets to ask another question.

Walter waited, aware of the still running camera.

"Did you have any more questions?"

"Oh, right!" Blushing rather furiously, the camera jumps back to Walter. Hmm, let's see...they covered the uniqueness of his weapon, his training...what else could she ask?

"Care to share any interesting philophies you might have on fighting or training?" Kind of lame, sure. But she needed whatever footage she could get.

Walter gave that careful consideration. "I suppose my philosophy on fighting is that of someone who has to fight as part of his profession - to me, there is no such thing as second best, because second best sees you dead."

As fighting was part of her profession as well, Sakurazaki grins at that. Very well put. "I think that's a very good thought to leave on," she says, lowering the camera, bobbing her head in a nod. "Thank you, Walter."

"You're welcome, Sakurazaki. I'm pleased I could help you," Walter answered, bowing his head to her in return.

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