(Feel Free to join in, this is for R&R and other Antics on Downtime... Spectators and even your own activities are welcomed. Yes, you too Kerri. :) )
Paranaue Parana
The sounds started slowly at first. The distant twang of taunt strings being strung and the sounds of a drum being struck lightly. There was a lone male voice calling out to the people milling about ... Calling them to the Roda.
The music set this group apart along with their garb. Almost everyone wore white... White loose pants, capris and even shorts. These men and women wore tank tops and t-shirts, some men choosing to go shirtless. Each had varying types of cords at their waists.
One woman wore a uniform of a dark tactical design. The cargoes were loose to allow for freedom of movement and a dark blue polo style shirt adorned her frame. On the front of her shirt was the word "Doctor" and on the back was the letter "TMRU." The woman's long black hair was captured in a ponytail. To the side, with the musicians was a web belt with a sidearm and a number of pouches.
The man with the string instrument, the Berimbau called out the count and one of the bystanders leapt into the center of the circle. With a playful grin, he gestured to the woman in the uniform. She laughed before cartwheeling into the center of the circle. They clasped hands and dropped into a low stance, constantly in motion, with feints and sidesteps.
The two faced off in a series of kicks and jumps. The moves were times and pulled to deliberately miss, yet still staying fluid and in constant motion. Contact was never made or a light tap to signal a hit without harming each other. There was a laugh as another called out to trade positions with the first male. The second male said something low and seemingly in jest and the woman responded in king before going into another round of kicks and feints. The jovial air was infectious and attracted the curious to the demonstration taking place in front of the headquarters of the 27th.
Sometimes the real police work was in being part of the community rather than just being enforcers...
Paranaue Parana
The sounds started slowly at first. The distant twang of taunt strings being strung and the sounds of a drum being struck lightly. There was a lone male voice calling out to the people milling about ... Calling them to the Roda.
The music set this group apart along with their garb. Almost everyone wore white... White loose pants, capris and even shorts. These men and women wore tank tops and t-shirts, some men choosing to go shirtless. Each had varying types of cords at their waists.
One woman wore a uniform of a dark tactical design. The cargoes were loose to allow for freedom of movement and a dark blue polo style shirt adorned her frame. On the front of her shirt was the word "Doctor" and on the back was the letter "TMRU." The woman's long black hair was captured in a ponytail. To the side, with the musicians was a web belt with a sidearm and a number of pouches.
The man with the string instrument, the Berimbau called out the count and one of the bystanders leapt into the center of the circle. With a playful grin, he gestured to the woman in the uniform. She laughed before cartwheeling into the center of the circle. They clasped hands and dropped into a low stance, constantly in motion, with feints and sidesteps.
The two faced off in a series of kicks and jumps. The moves were times and pulled to deliberately miss, yet still staying fluid and in constant motion. Contact was never made or a light tap to signal a hit without harming each other. There was a laugh as another called out to trade positions with the first male. The second male said something low and seemingly in jest and the woman responded in king before going into another round of kicks and feints. The jovial air was infectious and attracted the curious to the demonstration taking place in front of the headquarters of the 27th.
Sometimes the real police work was in being part of the community rather than just being enforcers...