finger painting stars // lancelot // blitz

Cassiopeia found herself bored. She'd done alot that morning in regards to her training, she'd visited everyother station before growing bored after an hour or so and moving onto the next. She was aching from the week of vigerous training she had already edured and while she still pressed on, part of her just wanted to have a little break. It was now after lunch and the boredom still lingered like a bad smell except the blonde did not know where to place herself. She had spent an hour longer in the mess hall, wondering what to do, before she walked out into the training centre chewing her lip and trying not to look like such a lost little lamb.

So she did whatever she did when she was bored back in two- she ran. Stretching her muscles, rolling her shoulders, the blonde prepared herself to go around the large square room one or twice to give her a little more energy and perhaps help her decide what to do next. She had not done very little running since arriving in the Capitol, there was not enough space to do it other than in the training centre and even then it would be tricky. She'd have to navigate round stations, but even then there was still plenty of a circut to run.

So she set off, at a brisk joging pace. While it felt good to run, she knew that it would not satisfy her urge to keep on running. She would need miles and miles of expanse to do that and they weren't allowed to leave the training centre so she would have to wait until she was in the arena; still the sound of her footfall pounding against the hard, padded floor of the training centre bought a small smile to her lips. With each drum beat, it only grew better. BOOM BOOM BOOQEULCH SQUELCH.

"URGH!" the girl yelped, skidding to a stop with a horrified look on her face. Looking down, she saw paint on her shoes, bubbling beneath her feat in a hideous mess of colour. "What the hell!?!?!"