A Break from Training (Kale)
May 29, 2012 10:23:55 GMT -5
Post by School is the bane of my life on May 29, 2012 10:23:55 GMT -5
Smack, pound hit! The rhythm of Jewels mace hit with an elegant posture that had come from the dancing she does. One last hit and the dummies head went flying off, landing a long distance away from the body. She smirked and turned to the trainer, holding her mace up. The trainer gave a nod of approval before departing to see the next career trying to get a good score with the trainer.
Jewel loved how good she was with a mace, if she was feeling violent one hit could send a dummies head off. Surrounding her were all sorts of careers training at their favorite areas. Throwing knifes, axes, swords, bow and arrow, everyone seemed to love a different weapons. Of course, the audience of the capital loved to see all sorts of different careers in the Hunger games. But all the careers were the same, a strong passion for blood.
Her ponytail flung back as she started to walk to get something to drink. Cool fresh water that always help her after some training. On the way there she saw a handsome man training with a sword, slashing and cutting at the dummy. It had been a while since she had talked to any of the guys. Jewel smirked and smoothed her clothes, letting her feet take her to where the boy was training at.
She arrived quite quickly, but still looking like she was taking her time and just roaming around to see everyone. Glancing at the random arrow that flew towards the target. She arrived right beside the man and smiled in a flirty manner.
“I see your pretty with that sword.”
Jewel loved how good she was with a mace, if she was feeling violent one hit could send a dummies head off. Surrounding her were all sorts of careers training at their favorite areas. Throwing knifes, axes, swords, bow and arrow, everyone seemed to love a different weapons. Of course, the audience of the capital loved to see all sorts of different careers in the Hunger games. But all the careers were the same, a strong passion for blood.
Her ponytail flung back as she started to walk to get something to drink. Cool fresh water that always help her after some training. On the way there she saw a handsome man training with a sword, slashing and cutting at the dummy. It had been a while since she had talked to any of the guys. Jewel smirked and smoothed her clothes, letting her feet take her to where the boy was training at.
She arrived quite quickly, but still looking like she was taking her time and just roaming around to see everyone. Glancing at the random arrow that flew towards the target. She arrived right beside the man and smiled in a flirty manner.
“I see your pretty with that sword.”
