Looking for a Trainer, please!

[AngelBell]

I'd like some help with learning how battle works, so if anyone is willing to help me, In Character or Not, I'd greatly appreciate it.

Angel is mostly invested in melee, hand-to-hand, and sometimes magic.

I am very, very new to this site, so please excuse any mistakes I may make.

[Grahf]

I'll help you. Do you have Yahoo IM or some faster easier way to reach you?

[TwilightShade]

If I may, Noxize?

(Out Of Character (OOC): If you're still interested in learning, Angel, just respond to my post with whatever you normally would. Don't worry about what's right or wrong for your response; just go with your gut and I'll give you pointers.

We are in an outdoor basketball court, located in the city. The area is surrounded by a barbed wire fence, and the ground is solid concrete. There is enough lighting from the overhead street lamps and nearby skyscrapers to see comfortably.)

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In Character (IC):

Edward walked along the sidewalk with a scowl. His lanky, boney limbs cramped and complained; being impoverished at the age of sixteen consumed whatever muscle was developed from walking right away. It was the same story day after day; he left for school without a word, wandered the streets for a while with his friends, and returned home only when night befell. Trite. Stifling. Infuriating.

Staring at the ground, he kicked a crumpled Cocoa-Cola can with a grumble while rounding the block corner. There would probably be no supper for him again tonight. Why even bother going home, when dad was sentenced to eight years for beating mom, and mom sat in her room smoking all day? Neither of them cared.

It was at this point that Edward noticed her. On the nearby basketball court at stood a girl who appeared around his age, a slender figure with a clean complexion. The clothing she wore was in good shape, and rather eye-catching too. He stopped walking. A strange mix of curiosity and apprehension set in, but the decision as to what to do, although hesitant, won through need. He walked toward her as quietly as possible, and reached for her left pocket. His heart raced with panic, but it didn't show. Slowly, his hand entered, attempting to grab anything that was inside and run with it. Whether or not he would find a wallet full of money remained to be seen.