Just for fun. (open)
Jan 11, 2011 20:12:50 GMT -5
Post by Bane on Jan 11, 2011 20:12:50 GMT -5
Nicholas Jenning
As we walk in to the training room, I marvel at all the equipment. The best I had in District 10 was a large field and a punching bag. Here there's weights, stationary bikes; the works. I see Tempest on the weight bench, and she and Kurt have an argument. I guess either I really was ruder than I thought or she's just normally brisk and rude. Probably a mix of the two. I step forward, give a small bow, and talk again. It feels so good to talk! I didn't realize until I got it back how precious it was!
"Pleased to meet you Tempest. I am sorry if I earlier offended you. Please, accept my deepest apology."
I just can't stop being so formal! I didn't realize how obvious it was. It's like my parents' lessons rooted themselves deep in my brain. Only after being in the Capitol so long do I realize it, since the people here are so informal. I mean, they throw up on purpose! My formality might throw her off, making her act, well, impulsively. Just as she has been doing the entire time... This might not end very well.
Frankly, it probably won't. I've acted horrible to her so far. Like they say, first impressions are very important. They also say it's almost impossible to make a different one. I hope I did a good enough. Right now, the only thing keeping me back might be the training my father hammered into me after school. The training that was supposed to make people like me more. I hate irony. I wish it didn't have to happen so often. Or be so funny to outsiders. Because that is the word that fits my manner perfectly. Ironic that the way I talk, taught to make people like me, is instead holding me back.
I raise my head and stand up ram-rod straight, and extend my hand to shake. It's her choice whether she takes it or not. I hope she takes it.