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Just a Normal Day [Hay] Nov 30, 2010 21:27:41 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Nov 30, 2010 21:27:41 GMT -5

Myles Kayne Leclair

"200." I gently lower the weight, right into it's position. Slowly sitting up, I wipe the sweat off my face. My water bottle is in my hands right away, and the water pours into my dry mouth. Gasping for breath, I stand up, ready to go for my jog. The schedule is programmed into my mind. Lift weights from 9 until 1. Then it's jogging until 5. Then back to train with weapons until 11. Then home to sleep for another few hours, just to wake up at 6 to jog around until 9. Always the same damn thing, but it suits me fine. It's better to do the same thing, to know what you're doing and to never get distracted.

The sun is shining brilliantly, blinding me momentarily. However, my eyes adjust, swallowing up the landscape. District 4 really is beautiful. Beautiful enough for me to continuously run around it each and every day. The path starts moving under my feet, and my speed picks up, all the way to a jog. The jog goes normal, nothing special actually happening. That's following the schedule. I enter the building again, grabbing hold of the sword nearby. With a little bit of effort, I spin it around, swiping at a dummy. That's when I have the feeling of being watched.

My skill must've gotten better under the new audience, because with one swing, the sword gets stuck in the dummies shoulder. I grin. My feet leave the ground as I jump up onto the sword, and twist the head sideways. It snaps off, spraying the inner-cotton everywhere. I grin. It's just like blood. The echo of my feet hitting the ground is loud, but I ignore it. I run to the weapon rack, grabbing hold of the belt of daggers. Turning around, and closing my eyes, I whip the knives back, hitting each target with ease. I really hope I'm impressing the watcher. When people watch me, I try to be the best.

Finally, I'm down to the trident. I lift it into the air, and throw it across the room, watching as it pierces through two dummies, and finally planting in the leather of a third. Two or three other students stand gaping at me, brining a grin to my face. That's the way you do it. And I turn to my watcher.

OOC: Sorry it's a short post. First post with Myles.

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Just a Normal Day [Hay] Dec 4, 2010 20:56:34 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 4, 2010 20:56:34 GMT -5

OOC: So sorry. I cannot find his colors.

~~Datonec Jolleen~~

He fascinated me. The man. He just kept going, never stopping.

I escaped from my prison, also known as a house, in the early morning. It was too lonely. Who did I really have? Parents were dead, Pryter was dead, and they wouldnt allow Janva to live with me. They said she needed the most "stable environment" possible. Yeah, like a run down community home is more stable than living with her brother. True, I rarely stayed in that dungeon, but if she was there I would. I'd try harder. Harder than our parents ever did in their lives.

The light was just breaking over the horizon as I stepped onto the street. It was too cold for my liking, but I could deal. I just gritted my teeth and crushed the folds of my generic, black, wool coat together as I scurried down the obsidian road. There were barely any people out. Usually, only the shopkeepers are up. There really was no work to be done out in the waters; it was freezing. Only an idiot fish would stay near the surface.

Even though I was 18, I still attended the Training Center. It was my last year to be eligible as a tribute, and even though I didnt really want to be reaped, I was determined to be ready. The bow and arrow was my favorite weapon. There was just something about having the power to send a razor blade flying through the air that filled my veins with adrenaline. It's also where I was at our current part of the story.

The arrow whizzed through the air and pricked the board.

"Nice job, Datonec," the instructor says, pulling the arrow from the board, "but there is room for improvement." I didnt hit the bullseye. The arrow barely missed by a fraction of an inch. This must be why I don't like coming here. The coaches are demeaning and always say there's "room for improvement" even if you were perfect. Apparently, perfect isnt good enough for the Games. Ive been working with the bow for about hapf and hour and Im sick of the coach. I throw down the bow and head over to the throwing knives.

Bad choice.

The man is there as well, and his eyes are closed.

Oh god.

I hit the ground so hard my teeth rattle. Between curled back lips I sputter ever foul word I know as the knives fly over my head. If I had long hair, some of it would be gone by now. My eyes scrunch close even though all I can see is the ground.

I clutch the carpeted ground for dear life. The sounds of pierced air die ofd and I'm still lying there. Is it over? I pop one green eye open to surey the area. He's moved onto the tridents: the most crowded part of the Center. Phew.

The large man picks up one of the gleaming golden tridents. Theyre wonderfu", really. Good for fishing and...other things. My head jerks up and soon the rest of my body follows. I walk over to him with my long heavy strides. On my way over, he chucks the trident and it slams into one of the dummies. Wait, not just one, buttwo, and then three. Now I'm a bit scared.

I stop walking when I reach him. E twirls around and his eyes meat mine. The piercing blue irises stare down at my sea green ones.

"Hey man! What's your problem? Dont you ever look where youre throwing those freakish knives?!" There's a fierce snarl upon my face.

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Just a Normal Day [Hay] Dec 9, 2010 14:17:12 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Dec 9, 2010 14:17:12 GMT -5

♆Myles Kayne Leclair♆
If you must, it's here.
♆

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His eyes glare at mine in a way that I can only assume is his attempt at intimidation. I grin, letting a small laugh leave my mouth slowly. Immediately my mood turns serious. "You better watch what you say to people punk. You probably didn't know that I could ban you from this place with a snap of my fingers." I didn't lie either. My opinion was very important to the other trainers, especially since they saw me grow up to be who I am today.

The day was spent working on archery. In all seriousness, it was the subject that I needed the most work on. The string was always too tightly strung, providing difficulty for each kid that walked in that weighed around 100 pounds soaking wet. They would struggle, just as I kept doing. Finally, the day came when the string pulled back with ease, bringing the shaft of the arrow with it, then launching it towards the targets like they were nothing.

The man almost got hit. I never saw him, walking in my direction, stepping right in front of the straight path to the paper bulls-eye. He jumped out of the way, shrieking in fear, obviously fearing for his life. "You should watch where you are walking fool. I don't want to be held accountable for a murder." I said, which seemed to bring a laugh out of his mouth. He seemed almost impressed that I'd stand up to him. Until his eyebrows narrowed down, his eyes reflecting the anger deep inside. "You better watch who you are talking to boy. I'm the inspector here and could get your ass booted out of her in seconds."

That man was now my boss. He never did kick me out of there but he sure as hell gave me the hardest coach ever. He worked me to the bone, preparing me to be the greatest tribute ever, the greatest victor ever. All I did was become the greatest trainer around. Definately seems like I payed him back for the great favor. So maybe the kid would be like me. Maybe he could be the best tribute ever or the greatest victor you will see. My anger disappears, leaving me with hope for promise in the kid that stands before me. "If you learned from me, you could probably do that too. Yes, with your eyes closed." My hand took another knife from the belt, sliding it into place to be thrown. "If you hold onto the tip of the blade here and then let it go, it should find the target just like," I let the knife go, watching as it spins across the room and plants itself in the eye of a dummy "this. Want to try?" I say as I offer another knife to him.

"I don't want to do it." I almost cry as Coach Harris offers me the knife. The sharp blade is covered in scratch marks, obviously the result of a knife to knife fight. The things that the knife probably saw were definately things I wasn't ready to see. Still, he forced it into my hand, lifting my hand to throw it. The knife left my fingers, planting itself into a dummy. "Now, are you ready to stop having a tea party and learn to be a man?"

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Just a Normal Day [Hay] Dec 20, 2010 12:27:16 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 20, 2010 12:27:16 GMT -5

I should watch who Im talking to? He must be joking. Hold up, Datonec. Where did this sudden burst of confidence come from? I don't know where. I really dont. I takes me a moment to place him as one of the trainers. They're all the same. Big, buff, mean. One of the reasons I never come here. They're just preparing us for slaughter. This guy is the same generalization. Vicious, squinting eyes. Overly large muscles. The whole package. This is going to be good.

"If you learned from me, you could probably do that too. Yes, with your eyes closed." He says to me. Why the hell would I want to do that? So I can almost kill other kids with knives?! Calm down, D. It's not worth it.

He reaches to his belt to grab another knife. Oh great. There are more! I bet he's going to kill me. Yep, tell my sister I love her. I am going to be slaughtered where I stand by a crazy trainer with a belt full of throwing knives. I never wanted to die. Who does? But I at least figured that it would be more peaceful. I could've never anticipated that I would ge murdered in public with a throwing knife. I could've at least wished tor a more heroic ending like a spear to the back or drowning. Oh god, he's going to kill me. I shut my eyes once more and wait for the pain.

"If you hold onto the tip of the blade here and then let it go, it should find the target just like," I hear coming from his mouth. Ohgodohgodohgod. Sweat beads on my forehead and rolls fown my face Theres a whizzing sound and then impact. I feel no pain. Wait, Im standing in front of him. Why would it sound like the knife was flying?

Oh thank god. I'm not dead. He seriously was trying to show me something. It's too bad my eyes were closed. My eyes wildly fly open an the man is grinning. He hands another knife out to me and asks if I want to try. Like hell I want to try! He must be insane. Well, he probably is insane.

"Wait, so you really want to train me. I'm nothing much, really. And I'm already 18. Its my last year. I'm just not so sure that youre sure that you want to take on a last year kid." I decide something else. I grap the knife from tthe man's hand and tilt it back and forth with one finge on the blade and the other on the handle. The metal blade shines when the lights hit it. Without further thought, I grip the handle in my right hand and throw at one of the dummies across the Center. I was really just hoping for a good stick but the blade lands in the dummy's neck making me look better than I really am. Well, maybe I'm not as bad at this as I thought.

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