angus tkachuk d5m | cbd1. fin
Jan 1, 2024 12:41:54 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Jan 1, 2024 12:41:54 GMT -5
Angus Tkachuk | District Five Lightning U18 AAA | Forward | 17 Years Old | 6'2 | 203lbs
You've never known anything different. For your whole life, hockey has defined the ethos of your existence. Angus Tkachuk, the prodigy athlete from District Five. The reigning champion amongst Panem's All-Stars Team for the past five years, the leader in goals-for in Panem's most prestigous minor hockey league, the quiet leader who adorned the 'C' on your jersey every single year since the day you turned 13 years old. If you didn't have hockey, you probably wouldn't know a single thing about yourself. It's what you ate, breathed, and lived your entire life.
You were more fortunate than most, you suppose. Skating was as natural to you as walking, a hockey stick as comfortable as a gun in a criminal's hands. Your parents always kept you well-equipped, the newest and shiniest gear always falling into your lap before you even noticed the stick tape roll was getting down to the brown cardboard holder. You pretended not to notice the red font lining the bills on the kitchen table addressed to your parents, just like you pretended not to notice the expensive intricacies of the newest arena built in District Five despite the poverty ridden neighborhoods of your District still in disrepair.
And your twin brother never said anything either, not once. Ffolan on the ice was an enforcer - a fourth-line D-man who lead the league in nothing but penalty minutes, but he loved the sport none-the-less. Despite your puck-handling being far superior, you felt pangs of jealousy each time you saw him smiling coming off the ice - the gaps between the teeth, covered in blood after handling a frisky opponent - his love for the sport would always succeed yours. He embraced the role your parents thrust upon them - and did so with a smile.
But that's all you ever knew. And the thought of not knowing anything else about yourself scared you more than anything else ever could.
You've never known anything different. For your whole life, hockey has defined the ethos of your existence. Angus Tkachuk, the prodigy athlete from District Five. The reigning champion amongst Panem's All-Stars Team for the past five years, the leader in goals-for in Panem's most prestigous minor hockey league, the quiet leader who adorned the 'C' on your jersey every single year since the day you turned 13 years old. If you didn't have hockey, you probably wouldn't know a single thing about yourself. It's what you ate, breathed, and lived your entire life.
You were more fortunate than most, you suppose. Skating was as natural to you as walking, a hockey stick as comfortable as a gun in a criminal's hands. Your parents always kept you well-equipped, the newest and shiniest gear always falling into your lap before you even noticed the stick tape roll was getting down to the brown cardboard holder. You pretended not to notice the red font lining the bills on the kitchen table addressed to your parents, just like you pretended not to notice the expensive intricacies of the newest arena built in District Five despite the poverty ridden neighborhoods of your District still in disrepair.
And your twin brother never said anything either, not once. Ffolan on the ice was an enforcer - a fourth-line D-man who lead the league in nothing but penalty minutes, but he loved the sport none-the-less. Despite your puck-handling being far superior, you felt pangs of jealousy each time you saw him smiling coming off the ice - the gaps between the teeth, covered in blood after handling a frisky opponent - his love for the sport would always succeed yours. He embraced the role your parents thrust upon them - and did so with a smile.
But that's all you ever knew. And the thought of not knowing anything else about yourself scared you more than anything else ever could.
