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District of Columbia / Re: Tag! You're it, sucka... Revisited.
« on: February 06, 2007, 03:07:02 PM »
We should get together and play sometime. Anyone who's interested.

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Mid-Atlantic / Re: The Thanksgiving Break Thread...(Jammage is on!)
« on: November 24, 2006, 05:33:05 PM »
Jam manana? I'm all about that. is this confirmed? I'd hate to show up and go vagabond.

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District of Columbia / Re: Tag! You're it, sucka... Revisited.
« on: November 24, 2006, 03:24:12 PM »
anywhere metro accesible comrades, Ie. Silver spring, Va, Im near anacostia, but I usually travel to the silver spring area.

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District of Columbia / Tag! You're it, sucka... Revisited.
« on: October 24, 2006, 09:01:56 AM »
Is it just me, or does it seem like nobody past age 12 plays Tag anymore?

I cant speak for anyone else's childhood, but when me and my friends played tag, it was'nt just a game to us.
We were in training, we would do anything, go anywhere, just to escape the clutches of the one named "It". It was'nt just you and your friends having fun anymore, It was the Ultimate test of survival.

Think about this if you will, you and a few of your friends meet at a previously decided place. greetings are exchanged, respect and comradery are presented in the form of various bows or hand to hand collaborations. Strecthes are done, breathing is reassured, you look every one of "the present" in their eyes, and wait... Then, there is a voice, "one two three..."  Not It! Voices boom all around you, everyone of them struggling to be louder, and swifter, than the other.

All eyes suddenly fixate on the owner of the last voice to emerge. you've seen this familiar person dozens of times before today, yet, the look in their eyes, is'nt familiar at all. This person, is different somehow, determined, focused, tactful, unyeilding, desperate, fearless and...He's coming after you. He lunges toward you, your close friends disperse from the group, trying their hardest to distance themselves from him, and the person he's targeted.. You. Terror grips you momentarily, then suddenly ..adrenaline kicks in, dropkicking terror from the shadows, and subduing fear when she resists. Adrenaline has your back now, he's conquered fear and made her his partner, her job is to keep the ego surrounding his raw power, fueled all the while reminding him of things he cannot do, In turn, keeping you safe without hampering your ability. Having both in employ of you, you just grew wings.

You take off in the opposite direction as fast as you can. the ground, seems to resonate with every footstep. You hear his breath looming behind you, his heavy stomps into the undeserving ground, you catch glimpses of his desperate attempts at catching you, ever so often gaining speed and momentum, threatening to usurp your own, allowing him to take you. You refuse to give up that easily, determined to escape the clutches of your foe, you set a plan in motion. Using your keen eyesight and observation skills, you spot a low hanging roof covering the public bathroom. You deepen your breathing, widen your stride, and set your sights on geting to that roof. A park table litters your way, you leap forward headfirst, planting your hands onto the middle of the obstacle, and allow the rest of your body to glide through your arms effortlessly. You've cleared the obstacle, paving a clear path to your next point of escape. You look back to see whether your opponent has slowed in his efforts, just in time to see him, land mere feet away from you, stand, regain his balance and continue the hunt. Un deterred from your goal, you maintain course, straight ahead to the roof.

Suddenly, a red ball bounces across your path, you think nothing of it, and cotinue running for your life. Just then, a little boy dashes in front of you, in pursuit of his little red ball. You have no time to change course, and abruptly stopping will only endanger you and the child. With all options played out in your head, you decide your next course of action. You Leap into the air, as if wings were attached to your feet, which of course happen to be trailing directly over carefree little Joshua's skull. You land on the harsh concrete a few inches away form where the child just was, you look over your shoulder to discover the hand of your foe,  wavering dangerously close to capturing proximity. You take off yet again, hoping that "all the forward trajectory, you can muster" is enough to get you to that roof. You come within stepping distance of the takeoff point, mere feet from where you need to be. You leap, yet again as if propelled by a phantom pair of wings, Connect with the frail edge of the roof sidings, and prepare to top out. Your feet lag behind you, You curse yourself, silently wishing you had put forth more effort to improve your ability to pull yourself up, and onto ledges. Your pursuer's hand's narrowly miss your feet. Now, you've gained a bit of time, to decide your next move. You're not the hunted ..for now, your attacker has caught up to one of the other hunted. Turning him from fleeing prey into a fearless hunter. Where there were one, now there's two, both of them, coming after you. One is climbing his way onto the roof, the other waiting for you to get off. you know that they'll catch you if you stay, and trap you if you go. Desperately searching your ever dwindling options, you spot a not too far off tree, then a branch. With a hunter in tow, you take off in the direction of the tree, and soar toward it, as if the very foundation were crumbling beneath you.

Your hands grapple with the slender branch, bark and sap stick to your hands, absorbing the sweat and improving your traction. You swing your body, then let go. "Landing is gonna hurt like 8 bitches on a bitch boat" you think to yourself. After spotting your landing, Your toes and feet connect with the ground, you raise your arms in front of you and prepare to roll forward, you spring from the toes, and tumble. All the pain and negative energy that associates itself with landing from height, dissapate and flow away from you, as if it is warded off somehow, by your immaculate technique. The hunter's look on in amazement as you regulate your breathing, and spot your next plan of action.

Some time later, the game ends, all who were friends before, resume comradery, sing the successful escapist's praises, and agree to meet again. You've just increased in your ability to escape from a dangerous situation, that is grounded in reality. Not to mention your stamina, endurance, ability to think on your toes, and daring.

Now, I ask the question, why dont more of us older guys/girls play tag? Is it that we think that were too old to "play" have a little fun, and advance in survival skill? Im 20 going on 21 and I dont think that we have to stop "child-like" things because we age in years.
All it really means is that were all, that much more closer to leaving this place. I personally dont want to spend all my time here worrying about what people think they know of me. Do you?

If so, f#ck it, sit back on the couch and finish your goddamn nacho's. Then when you're done reading this, you can get back to leaving clever comments on people's Myspace pages.

If not, I propose all Traceurs, Escapists, Crosstrainer's, Riskbreakers, Natural Method Practictioners, people interested in being able to save their own ass, and anybody looking to have some good old fashioned, uncomplicated fun, seriously consider this. Get together with friends every once in a while and play some motherf#cking Tag. Or, you can go for a walk, run, explore, go outside and do something. You know, like a Human Being?

"Be strong, to be useful, not only unto yourself, but unto other's as well." - V

If anyone local is interested, Catch me at: Versus592@Yahoo/Hotmail/AIM

"Vi Veri Veneversum Vivus Vici" - V

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Parkour And Freerunning / Tag! You're it sucka...
« on: October 22, 2006, 03:51:35 PM »
Is it just me, or does it seem like nobody past age 12 plays Tag anymore?

I cant speak for anyone else's childhood, but when me and my friends played tag, it was'nt just a game to us.
We were in training, we would do anything, go anywhere, just to escape the clutches of the one named "It". It was'nt just you and your friends having fun anymore, It was the Ultimate test of survival.

Think about this if you will, you and a few of your friends meet at a previously decided place. greetings are exchanged, respect and comradery are presented in the form of various bows or hand to hand collaborations. Strecthes are done, breathing is reassured, you look every one of "the present" in their eyes, and wait... Then, there is a voice, one two three...  Not It! Voices boom all around you, everyone of them struggling to be louder, and swifter, than the other.

All eyes suddenly fixate on the owner of the last voice to emerge. you've seen this familiar person dozens of times before today, yet, the look in their eyes, is'nt familiar at all. This person, is different somehow, determined, focused, tactful, unyeilding, desperate, fearless and...He's coming after you. He lunges toward you, your close friends disperse from the group, trying their hardest to distance themselves from him, and the person he's targeted.. You. Terror grips you momentarily, then suddenly ..adrenaline kicks in, dropkicking terror from the shadows, and subduing fear when she resists. Adrenaline has your back now, he's conquered fear and made her his partner, her job is to keep the ego surrounding his raw power fueled while reminding him of things he cannot do, In turn, keeping you safe without hampering your ability. Having both in employ of you, you just grew wings.

You take off in the opposite direction as fast as you can. the ground, seems to resonate with every footstep. You hear his breath looming behind you, his heavy stomps into the undeserving ground, you catch glimpses of his desperate attempts at catching you, ever so often gaining speed and momentum, threatening to usurp your own, allowing him to take you. You refuse to give up that easily, determined to escape the clutches of your foe, you set a plan in motion. Using your keen eyesight and observation skills, you spot a low hanging roof covering the public bathroom. You deepen your breathing, widen your stride, and set your sights on geting to that roof. A park table litters your way, you leap forward headfirst, planting your hands onto the middle of the obstacle, and allow the rest of your body to glide through your arms effortlessly. You've cleared the obstacle, paving a clear path to your next point of escape. You look back to see whether your opponent has slowed in his efforts, just in time to see him, land mere feet away from you, stand, regain his balance and continue the hunt. Un deterred from your goal, you maintain course, straight ahead to the roof.

Suddenly, a red ball bounces across your path, you think nothing of it, and cotinue running for your life. Just then, a little boy dashes in front of you, in pursuit of his little red ball. You have no time to change course, and abruptly stopping will only endanger you and the child. With all options played out in your head, you decide your next course of action. You Leap into the air, as if wings were attached to your feet, whick happen to be trailing directly over carefree little Joshua's skull. You land on the concrete a few inches away form where the child just was, look over your shoulder to find the hand of your foe, dangerously close to capturing proximity. You take off yet again, hoping that "all the forward trajectory, you can muster" is enough to get you to that roof. You come within stepping distance of the takeoff point, mere feet from where you need to be. You leap yet again as if propelled by a phantom pair of wings, Grab the frail edge of the roof sidings, and prepare to top out. Your feet lag behind you, You wish you had done more exercises to improve your ability to pull yourself up, and onto ledges. Your pursuer's hand's narrowly miss your feet. Now you've gained a bit of time, to decide your next move. You're not the hunted, for now, your attacker has caught up to one of the other hunted. Turning him from fleeing prey into a fearless hunter. Where there were one, now there's two, both of them, coming after you. One is climbing his way onto the roof, the other waiting for you to get off. you know that they'll catch you if you stay, and trap you if you go. you spot a tree, then a branch, you take off in direction of the tree, and soar toward it, as if the very foundation were crumbling beneath you.

Your hands grapple with the slender branch, bark and sap stick to your hands, absorbing the sweat and improving your traction. you swing your body, then let go. "Landing is gonna be a bitch" you think to yourself. After spotting your landing, Your toes and feet connect with the ground, you raise your arms in front of you and prepare to roll forward, you spring from the toes, and tumble. All the pain and negative energy that associates itself with landing from height, dissapate and flow away from you, as if it is warded off somehow, by your technique. The hunter's look on in amazement as you regulate your breathing, and spot your next plan of action.

Some time later, the game ends, all who were friends before, resume comradery, sing the successful escapist's praises, and agree to meet again. You've just increased in your ability to escape from a dangerous situation, that is grounded in reality. Not to mention your stamina, endurance, ability to think on your toes, and daring.

Now, I ask the question, why dont more of us older guys/girls play tag? Is it that we think that were too old to "play" have a little fun, and advance in survival skill? Im 20 going on 21 and I dont think that we have to stop "child-like" things because we age in years.
All it really means is that were all that much more close to leaving this place. I dont wanna spend all my time here worrying about what people will think of me. Do you?

If not, I propose all Traceurs, Escapists, Survivalists, risktaker's, and Riskbreakers, get together every once in a while and play some freaking Tag.

Who's with me? if youre interested Pm me, or get me at Versus592@yahoo.com 

"Vi Veri Veneversum Vivus Vici" - V

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Parkour And Freerunning / Re: Finally a real life situation for Parkour!
« on: September 18, 2006, 06:21:32 AM »
I dont think that teaching them is a good idea at all. The government already has a leg up on all of us. Police and military already have everything but absolute authority, and not to mention firearms. They do a bang up job of catching whoever they want easily enough. with all the technological advantages and endless resources. And not to mention theres all the stuff they never tell the general public about. I've worked for government for years, and let me tell you when you've been involved in that kind of organization since before you left high school you hear and see bizzarre things. Did you know that there's a tactical (supression) force for just about every environment you can think of within our military and law enforcement, and did you also know that the federal reserve doesnt actually have any reserves? Its a freakin bank, they print their own money. You might have, but this is where they got me. I was out "in the field" one day, surrounded by other government officials and operatives mind you. and police cars came zooming by, we waited a few moments before we filled the streets with clinical workers once again.

A few moments later the entrance to the teenage mutant ninja turtle's lair, opens up
revealing an all black matte, clad soldier. Complete with what seemed to either night or thermo vision goggles, Weapons I've never seen before (I've have been around countless law enforcement and military facilities.) and eqipment that looked like these guys were part of the Black squad (BLACK. ps2) or the team from delta force 2 with Chuck Norris. One after one these guys filed out of the sewer, dressed and equipped exactly the same. These guys had flash grenades, sap gloves, baton's, and just about every other ninja item you'd need on a mission. Then waited patiently as a transport arrived.

Imagine if you will, a "law" enforcement so efficient, that if you try to fight, youre gunned down before you have a chance to act, you try to reason and they already know all the nuances of the human brain so that they see right through your every attempt, and when you try to run, they're already up in the trees, vaulting walls, and usurping your every movement with an increasingly more efficient one until, you pass out from running away and they scoop you up and haul you away regardless of the fact that you committed a crime or not. I mean let's be honest It's not the first time its happened. If you dont think you could've escaped from the "traceur thugs" from Banlieu B13, then what do you think it will be like when the enemy has flash grenades, and government influence?

Bottom line is I dont want to give my enemy (i say enemy because these people dont work for mine or your best interest) the nessacary tools to hunt me down more efficiently than before. You dont give a bear the ability to heal its wounds almost instantly, iron palm technique, laser eyes, and aquaman type swimming ability. Given this Country's track record I dont think these "people" would use their newfound agility to serve the people.

Besides it's kinda foolish to think that law enforcement and military hasnt been put on to parkour as of yet. It's been around since people have had the need to avoid being hunted and capture his prey. So I think its pretty safe to say that we dont need to teach them anything. they already stole all the good startegies and tactics. what will we have left to keep us safe from those who would abuse this power.


With great power comes great responsibilty, and I propose that the motherf#ckers in charge arent very resonsible.

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Socialize / Re: Long haired traceurs
« on: May 30, 2006, 06:50:25 PM »
I have shoulder to back length locks, get an ultra durable rubberband (industrial strength boyee
!) and go with the flow..

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Mid-Atlantic / Re: DC District B13 Screening
« on: May 30, 2006, 11:02:17 AM »
Is Micheal Koonce not eligible? he says he wants to go, but I no see his name... Viva La EL!

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Parkour And Freerunning / Re: Is It Tresspassing
« on: May 29, 2006, 07:31:11 PM »
Just wait till senior year when you're doing whellchair wheelies for everyone, I'm sure they'll be impressed as they walk away.


Hilarious. walk away, get it?  8)

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Parkour And Freerunning / Re: Is It Tresspassing
« on: May 28, 2006, 07:23:54 PM »
Wtf? "dont do parkour" signs? Well I guess they've got suppressive means for everything else, Skateboarding, smoking tobbacco (thats a bit more socially abrasive though), walking on grass, puffing on grass lol. I guess it was just a matter of time till they had a sign for Parkour, Cant wait till they get the propaganda films.

"Kids dont do parkour, unless you want to end up like Timmy, poor, black, addicted to gay sex, and meth."

 

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Parkour And Freerunning / Re: Why so down on flipping?
« on: May 28, 2006, 07:02:54 PM »
David cooks breakfast occasionally too, but alas, that is not parkour either.

"But skipper, david is the creator of parkour, why is he doing flips and cooking breakfast??? is he allowed to do all of that stuff????"

Why yes, sometimes he takes a few minutes out of his day to not do parkour as well.

we learn something new everyday, knowledge is power kids.

Lmao

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Parkour And Freerunning / Re: Why so down on flipping?
« on: May 24, 2006, 11:56:20 AM »
W3rd. I personally dont have a problem with people doing flips and all that, I dont think it can be called Parkour, simply because the whole thing in parkour is navigating obstacles fluidly, effectively, and using the least amount of energy possible. I mean, If you're in a tall building and a missile just hit the top, debris, shrapnel, fire, and roof threaten to collapse on your head, oh and there's a moderate sized group of mercenary coming up the steps for you. Do you seriously think that's the best time to be attempting a flip to get away? Maybe you do, Ive never been in that situation but I dont think a flip will ever be relative to anything but old fashioned liberating fun.

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Welcome! / Re: Welcome Thread - New Members please announce here!
« on: May 24, 2006, 11:29:28 AM »
Yo, fellow traceur's, Name's V, but you can call me Versus. I've always been into flying and getting out of crazy situations fluidly. So Parkour was a definite lifestyle choice for me. I enjoy a bit of kung fu, Good smokes, bad women, and great times. Im a DC native so hit me up if you wanna train or traverse the city in parkour fashion. 

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Mid-Atlantic / Re: DC District B13 Screening
« on: May 24, 2006, 09:08:10 AM »
Add Me to the list (again but with my  "full name" this time) - "Vance Gary' Sign me up brother, I'll be there!"

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Mid-Atlantic / Re: maryland jam!
« on: May 22, 2006, 11:40:27 AM »
whoa whoa, slow down a bit fellas, Im sorta new to the scene, lets see if you can clear some things up for me. Jam - noun. A parkour (most likely a freerunning session) inspired trial of skill and technique run by a moderate sized group of traceur's. Something like that? If so, sign me up, I'd like to actually do some Parkour with other more experienced traceur's. also College Park would be alot better for me, when and where? oh and what, when, and where is Beastcoastmegajam?

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Mid-Atlantic / Re: DC District B13 Screening
« on: May 22, 2006, 11:23:59 AM »
What, a Parkour event in my hometown? Hells yeah, sign me up brother. see you there. 8)

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