The becoming of a Career
Apr 6, 2011 20:59:59 GMT -5
Post by UnderArmor on Apr 6, 2011 20:59:59 GMT -5
On three he would have to take off again, just once his coach gave the signal. Nick was tired from the last sessions of agility training, but this was just the worst. What he was doing was being able to sprint thirty yards across the room and midway there shoot from his bow right at the target twenty yards away. And if he missed the target, it meant at least two more tries at the horrendous death sprint.
Nick's hands dropped to his knees for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. He hated this slave work. It it weren't for the possibility of becoming a capital icon, the one thing better than being the mayor of a high district, Nick would give this up. But that wasn't the case and the most adored thing around Panem just happened to be a tribute who had won the Hunger Games. So naturally, that was what Nick had to be.
Sweat dripped from his for-heard as he readied himself to sprint, his left fingers locked on the staff of his brown bows leathery grip. "GO!" his trainer called, clicking his stopwatch. Did he forget to mention? If he didn't arrive in four and a half seconds, that meant more laps. Nick exploded towards his coach, running as quickly as his legs would carry him. He was a fast runner, but shooting a bow at a target could really slow you down.
After a few steps Nick knew it was time to ready himself to shoot. He swiftly drew an arrow from his quiver on the run and launched it towards the target. The second the arrow darted from his bowstring, he moved his eyes towards the coach. This was going to be difficult. He pumped his arms and legs as hard as he could, eying the line. Just a few more feet!
Nick ran right through his coach, ten yards past. From a great distance he heard him call, "4.39, and a near bullseye, you are done!" Nick sighed in relief, looking at his arrow marking on the target. It was his best shot of the day! He walked out of the gym this was held in towards the main hub of four. He felt on top of the world.
Nick's hands dropped to his knees for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. He hated this slave work. It it weren't for the possibility of becoming a capital icon, the one thing better than being the mayor of a high district, Nick would give this up. But that wasn't the case and the most adored thing around Panem just happened to be a tribute who had won the Hunger Games. So naturally, that was what Nick had to be.
Sweat dripped from his for-heard as he readied himself to sprint, his left fingers locked on the staff of his brown bows leathery grip. "GO!" his trainer called, clicking his stopwatch. Did he forget to mention? If he didn't arrive in four and a half seconds, that meant more laps. Nick exploded towards his coach, running as quickly as his legs would carry him. He was a fast runner, but shooting a bow at a target could really slow you down.
After a few steps Nick knew it was time to ready himself to shoot. He swiftly drew an arrow from his quiver on the run and launched it towards the target. The second the arrow darted from his bowstring, he moved his eyes towards the coach. This was going to be difficult. He pumped his arms and legs as hard as he could, eying the line. Just a few more feet!
Nick ran right through his coach, ten yards past. From a great distance he heard him call, "4.39, and a near bullseye, you are done!" Nick sighed in relief, looking at his arrow marking on the target. It was his best shot of the day! He walked out of the gym this was held in towards the main hub of four. He felt on top of the world.
