{Because} -we're- [here] <Team Strikeoutthrough>
Sept 8, 2010 20:19:01 GMT -5
Post by Lulu on Sept 8, 2010 20:19:01 GMT -5
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don't pretend
you'll ever forget
about me
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[/color] Her voice was muffled by the pillow concealing her face. Really, why start training at ten in the morning, anyway? Couldn't it wait till noon, so they could eat lunch and then go for a good work out? She hardly ever woke up until ten, anyway.
When it came, far too early for her liking, Topaz did not welcome the rapping on her door. The shrill sound echoed around her luxurious sleeping quarters rather obnoxiously, and the red-haired tribute shoved her head under her pillow in disgust. Maybe if she ignored it for long enough the source of the rapping would evaporate...no, a repeat of the noise reached her ears and she groaned. "Go away."
Lack of sleep. That was going to be one of her biggest issues in the arena.
She tried to tell herself that it would be her only one. She was a Career; she was trained. She'd spend half her life in that District One gym, though many had said she wouldn't be able to do it. She'd been dubbed too much of a 'girl'....and other, more insulting words of that nature. It had only gotten worse when she'd actually begun serious training, at the age of twelve, with the other more ferocious Careers her age. Taunts came from every direction, whispers that she wasn't strong enough, wasn't fast enough, wasn't good enough. Of course, that had only made her pick up an épée and prove them wrong. So really, she was highly trained, up there with the best of them. Her weaknesses? Well, other than arrogance (even she would admit her ego was slightly more inflated than was necessary) she couldn't think of many.
Although there was the food problem. Coming from a wealthy family in the richest district there was, Topaz Ross had never been hungry a day in her life. Her slimness was due to her training, not because she ever particularly watched what she ate. Three courses for dinner, every night she was home rather than out somewhere, courtesy of their family's personal chef. (Topaz's finicky mother was very picky about preparing her own food) Smaller yet still filling meals for breakfast and lunch. She rarely snacked, but that was just by personal choice. She was used to a full stomach, and had never experienced life without one. Unfortunately, though, in the arena you spent a hell of a lot of time with an empty stomach. She'd have to practice getting by without much food.
Starting now.
seasons change but people don't
&& i'll always be waiting in the back room
i'm boring but overcompensate with
headlines and flash flash flash photography
[/color]&& i'll always be waiting in the back room
i'm boring but overcompensate with
headlines and flash flash flash photography
"I won't be eating breakfast today."[/color] Half an hour later Topaz, fully showered, clothed, and presentable though still somewhat irritated, emerged into the dining room of the exquisite first floor of the Training Center. Though the view was not as nice as it was from the top, supposedly, it was right in the thick of the excitement, which was exactly where the seventeen-year-old loved to be.
"Why ever not?" District One's escort, a woman called Carmel who had obviously elected to far too much plastic surgery and hated dirt of any kind, looked at her with a bewildered expression. Tope wasn't particularly fond of Carmel; the Capitol woman wasn't the kind of person she normally got along with. Not to mention the accent, which annoyed her to no end.
"Not hungry."[/color] Topaz kept her explanation short and to the point. She wasn't going to reveal her newest training tactic to anyone, for fear of them forcing some kind of substantial meal down her throat. "But--" Carmel's voice rose in surprise, but was interrupted when her female charge cut her off. "Not hungry."[/color] Carmel looked even more astonished for a second, if that was possible, but bounced back immediately. "Of course, it must be the nerves talking. I'd be scared stiff too, if it were my first day of training." The woman smiled an enormous, clearly false grin. "Just let me know if you want something to eat!" Carmel took off down the hall as she finished speaking, failing to notice the fuming expression that had crossed Topaz's features at the implication that she was 'scared stiff'. Scared stiff? Far from it.
The Career meandered idly around the floor, examining the eccentric Capitolites passing by outside. The windows were tinted, so while she could see out it was impossible to look in. This was probably a good feature to have, because the people of the Capitol treated Hunger Games tributes as if they were celebrities, and no doubt being able to see into the Training Center would cause a riot in some areas.
The other tribute of her district...Timothy, his name was, was nowhere to be found. She hadn't seen him since they'd exited the chariot from the Opening Ceremonies the night before and parted ways. Topaz had briefly considered the possibility of enlisting him as an ally; he was certainly competent enough to fight alongside her. But she'd pushed that idea away quickly; despite the tough facade she put on, she was hesitant to team up with someone from home; it would only trigger memories, both happy and sad, that she was trying desperately to forget. She needed to forget all bonds, all emotional ties, and a District One ally would make that harder to do. Emotions were deadly in the arena; they ultimately killed you.
they say your head can be a prison
then these are just conjugal visits
people will dissect us till it
doesn't mean a thing anymore[/color]
When the time came to go down to the gym, Topaz already felt adrenaline rushing through her veins. She ignored the rest of the District One motley crew and instead thought about the stations in which she would train in. Her particular favorite from home was anything involving swords and other bladed weapons; though she had a fair amount of strength from her years as a Career, she was not as strong as she was accurate and agile. But then again, why not practice things that were not her forte? It was so hard to decide on a strategy, even prior to the Games' official start.
By the time the elevator came to a stop Tope's brilliant Careerlike strategy was to 'screw it and try everything'. It wasn't a bad one, in her opinion, if not particularly resourceful; it would expose her to all aspects of survival, so when the time came she would be capable of making an educated decision as to what her real Games strategy would be. So, when she entered the gym she headed for the first training station she saw.
It was a long morning, and even Topaz herself, so used to this kind of thing, was tired by the time she headed into the Dining Hall with the rest of the tributes for lunch. She hadn't gotten a chance to scope out her opponents yet, she'd been far too busy with the stations. But lunch? Well, that was the perfect time.
Because she wouldn't be eating, of course.
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we're trapped && well concealed
in secret places
we don't fight fair
[/color][/size]we're trapped && well concealed
in secret places
we don't fight fair
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