Training {Jacklexington & open}
Nov 21, 2011 21:39:42 GMT -5
Post by Max on Nov 21, 2011 21:39:42 GMT -5
Peyton's day started out as usual - wake up, groaning, eat, vomit the food up, then walk out the door to the Career training. Peyton was suffering from anorexia, which made it harder for her to train to be a Career. Her coach said she needed to pack on more pounds if she wanted to participate in the Hunger Games and come home to win. She's been trying to eat more but her appetite just wouldn't let her. She had a habit of not eating, basically. But maybe, she thought, if she appeared as a weakling, she would fool the others and not become a main target, and intimidate them when they try and kill her? Nah, that would never work. She always wanted to be a big, bad career.
When she arrived at the centre where she always trained, her coach scolded her on her target and how it needs to be more precise. Swearing under her breathe, she pulled back her string of her bow and let the arrow fly right into the dummies eye. She walked up to the dummy, grinning at her accomplishment. "How's that for 'not precise aim', eh?" Peyton almost said out loud. Taking the arrow out, she walked over the the bench and took a sip of her gigantic water bottle. Sighing of relief, she let herself relax before she did more practice shots. Peyton finally got up after a good 10 minutes of a break to do more bow-and-arrow work.
[/size][/blockquote]248 WORDS | COMPLETE | JACKLEXINGTON AND OPEN
LYRICS BY WILLY DEVILLE | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
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