fight me // crayola and nevah blitz
Jan 1, 2017 5:16:06 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jan 1, 2017 5:16:06 GMT -5
c r a y o l a k r e a r n s
She'd been wondering about it for months.
The Olympic Games had come and gone, and had occurred far enough in the past that a legitimate Hunger Games had also come and gone in the meantime.
And yet, her curiosity had yet to be sated.
She'd spotted them from afar at the Games. A trio of teenagers roughly her own age, sporting dark hair and colorful eyes that had practically screamed Krearns to the world.
Crayola had never particularly been close to any members of her family. Sure, there was Mason, but he had died when she had almost been too young to remember any better. Jay had been hard to get along with, also due to an age gap and conflicting personalities, and Someith had been his own special brand of interesting, for lack of a better word.
But they had hardly been the last of the Krearns clan to frequent the district. And the trio had intrigued her more than any other person since Katrina.
They were her own flesh and blood, after all.
That, however, did little to change the fact that she were unable to find hide nor hair of her cousins over the next few months.
That was, until, she appeared on one fine autumn afternoon.
Of the three, the sole girl of the group was the one that she knew the most about. Her name was Nevah, and she had shared the same interest in javelin throwing as Crayola had.
And right then, on that afternoon, she was standing not twenty feet away from Crayola herself, staring down a dummy.
An idea popped into her head, and a grin followed. As Nevah Krearns advanced on the dummy, Crayola Krearns sprang into action, grabbing the nearest weapon in reach - a javelin - and chucking towards her cousin's straw opponent.
It was a direct hit, sinking into the dummy's chest at an angel with enough force to send it clattering to the ground.
Perfect.
The ball was now in Nevah's court, and yet the smirk never wavered.
The Olympic Games had come and gone, and had occurred far enough in the past that a legitimate Hunger Games had also come and gone in the meantime.
And yet, her curiosity had yet to be sated.
She'd spotted them from afar at the Games. A trio of teenagers roughly her own age, sporting dark hair and colorful eyes that had practically screamed Krearns to the world.
Crayola had never particularly been close to any members of her family. Sure, there was Mason, but he had died when she had almost been too young to remember any better. Jay had been hard to get along with, also due to an age gap and conflicting personalities, and Someith had been his own special brand of interesting, for lack of a better word.
But they had hardly been the last of the Krearns clan to frequent the district. And the trio had intrigued her more than any other person since Katrina.
They were her own flesh and blood, after all.
That, however, did little to change the fact that she were unable to find hide nor hair of her cousins over the next few months.
That was, until, she appeared on one fine autumn afternoon.
Of the three, the sole girl of the group was the one that she knew the most about. Her name was Nevah, and she had shared the same interest in javelin throwing as Crayola had.
And right then, on that afternoon, she was standing not twenty feet away from Crayola herself, staring down a dummy.
An idea popped into her head, and a grin followed. As Nevah Krearns advanced on the dummy, Crayola Krearns sprang into action, grabbing the nearest weapon in reach - a javelin - and chucking towards her cousin's straw opponent.
It was a direct hit, sinking into the dummy's chest at an angel with enough force to send it clattering to the ground.
Perfect.
The ball was now in Nevah's court, and yet the smirk never wavered.
