table test for High Land Games // feel free to use
Aug 23, 2015 23:59:01 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Aug 23, 2015 23:59:01 GMT -5
Light fluttered in upon the weak morning breeze as the ever similar scent of pine needles wafted into Monica's nose. A gentle morning bird's song was rudely interrupted by the sound of loud voices and deafening trumpets. People from all over Panem milled and rallied outside as the opening of the Highland Games was beginning. The Rustic Olympics the Capitol was starting to call these games but none of that really mattered to Monica. As her long red locks whipped like snakes down her shoulders when she stood. Bits of anger, as usual, boiled within Monica's gut as she put her pathetic uniform on and trudged out of the tent. Even though she lived in the district she was required to stay with the athletes which only made her more annoyed. If Monica really cared about this whole thing she would have been more determined to break a few legs on her way to the axe throwing.
Visions of burning and painful embers flashed through Monica's head as her teeth gritted. Today she was going to show all those who had wronged her that she wasn't just some petty little girl who could be burnt away. Fire still burned strongly in her heart and when the announcer called her name she stood with a glare on her face. The axes in her hands felt familiar as she had been dealing with them her entire life. All she had to do was throw them. So without allowing herself to over think Monica stood and then let her first axe spring from her hand and towards its new home.
throws will be done outside table reactions on the inside
Visions of burning and painful embers flashed through Monica's head as her teeth gritted. Today she was going to show all those who had wronged her that she wasn't just some petty little girl who could be burnt away. Fire still burned strongly in her heart and when the announcer called her name she stood with a glare on her face. The axes in her hands felt familiar as she had been dealing with them her entire life. All she had to do was throw them. So without allowing herself to over think Monica stood and then let her first axe spring from her hand and towards its new home.
throws will be done outside table reactions on the inside
Throw Number 1
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