An Odd Collision {Harbinger & Ruth//Blitz}
Oct 2, 2015 22:37:03 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 2, 2015 22:37:03 GMT -5
A bulging headache welcomes me into the morning; and no matter how comfortable this mattress is it doesn’t assist my hangover in the slightest. Damn, must of forgotten to gulp down a glass of water prior to collapsing into slumber. I glance at the clock to be notified that only a couple of hours separate now from that stupid mistake. Turning over to pass out again would be exactly how I’d react if back in District One, but here I can’t afford that sort of luxury…how ironic given the definition of the Capitol. With only a few days until the Arena though, I’ll have to push past my regretful decision for now.
The kitchen is passed without a second thought, and I head straight to elevator with only some aspirin and juice swirling around my stomach. Perhaps training in this zombie-like state will be useful. Hard to conclude the mind-frame anyone will be in while occupying this year’s Game. If I can fight through this, seems like I’ll be able to overcome any challenge presented.
Metal clashes against metal as I spar with one of the Trainers to test what I’m capable of. Thankfully Capitol pills are quite effective, though my brain still painfully pulses from every loud cling. My trainer’s padded suit is covered in slices, but my body’s weakening after every hit. Instead of simply dodging another attack, my arm swiftly springs up to protect me like only clenched knuckles were flying my way. The dull sword gently swipes against my forearm, leaving a small cut gracing my skin in return. Instantly regret consumes the Trainer’s expression.
This Idiot just lost his job. “Are you okay?” His words are panicked as he drops his guard immediately. My sword rams into his plated chest, where only the impact affects him by shoving him a few feet back. Lucky son of a bitch.
“Perfectly.” I reassure in a grumble, prior to slamming my weapon in front of his feet. A nurse automatically trails over to us with a fast pace, but I have no interest in her assistance. “I needed some practice in first aid anyways. Good game.” My composure is kept up to standards, and with that I shove past the insisting nurse. Last thing I need is to be appear weak. I’ve experienced far worse damage in the past. Now it’s time to see if I can patch up myself for a change.
A larger Tribute catches my eye before I can reach the new station. From first glance he seems to be from a higher district. He’s not heavy for say, but pertains the bones of a Career. Still I’ve observed too much to be fooled. The male from District Eleven has caught my attention from a distance, and he most certainly might be a threat from my afar position. For now I have to maintain my own appearance though, which is exactly why I don’t alter my path and shift my gaze to where I’m headed.
