ROLLING IN THE DEEP * DANNY
Mar 25, 2011 21:20:09 GMT -5
Post by HEY, ALEX! on Mar 25, 2011 21:20:09 GMT -5
Her tiny hand gripped more tightly around her shoulder bag while her heartbeat fasten. The thumping of the organ pumped the air as if it were Italian and on a reality television show. Not the best example. Actually, she wanted to kick herself for thinking of something so ridiculous. As if there would ever be a television show based on that thought. Perhaps it was the fact her heart could explode any moment that she was thinking of stupid things. Her eyes glanced down at her shoulder bag as she continued her stroll down the District Three streets. Thinking of eyes, was it just her or were all the eyes, belonging to the strangers, on her at this moment. It had to just be her. There was no chance that these random people could know what she had kept in her bag. Weapons.
It was sort of a fascination of hers. Weapons, that is. Willow loved that she could create something so deadly using her small but strong hands. The blade is one of the characteristics of a knife and one that she enjoys experimenting with. Throwing knife blades are best when they are light. However, being too light could cause the aim to be off. The wind is a characteristic one may think of before creating a light weight blade. The slightest gust would turn a perfect toss to turn into a disaster miss. So, because all the snow and ice had disappeared, she thought it would be the perfect time to test out her latest creations in the forest. She knew how to get past the gate but the walk to her destination was still brutal.
It was as if very person here knew exactly what she is up to; hence the reason her heart was beating so. She half expected a Peacekeeper to stop her in her tracks, apply handcuffs in her fragile wrists, and drag her to a detention center or, worse, her death. But what was the point in being a member of District Three and not having a creative mind. Inventions were made here so weapons should not be any different. Perhaps she could make an excuse on why she had been caught with a bag full of weapons. She was delivering them. Yes, that’s it. Willow was simply bring deadly weapons as an errand for a military official in town. The man simply asked her to bring this bag from point A to point B and did not inform her what could be found in the bag.
It was a lame excuse but it was the only one she could think of on the top of her mind. Actually, now that she thought about it, it wasn’t entirely a terrible idea. She can act innocently pretty well; therefore, the Peacekeepers may believe. On the other hand, however, the Peacekeepers are strict in this District so they may take her into custody for commit this crime. Crime? Actually, she really was not sure if she was participating in a felony or not. She never read any rules regarding weaponry. Now that she thought about this, she was stupid for not reading up on so.
Her thoughts were beginning to clump together, making her already spinning head rotate much faster. That and her heartbeat was fastening much more quickly. At the moment, she could not understand why her body was reacting in such a way. Perhaps being cooped up in a basement, creating weapons all winter had gotten to her. Either that or her body, being on a three month break, has forgot how to act in such a situation. Her body should be calm and her face should not show any sign of worry or nervousness. So, her body was acting stranger. This she knew but the cause was still unknown.
As a way of relieving such a bad reaction, she thought it was best just to sit down and relax for a moment She was more than halfway to her destination so, perhaps, she deserved such a breather. Grabbing the bag’s strap more tightly, she came to a halt. A few yards away, she notice an empty bench in front of her. That would be her spot. Her feet moved again toward the inanimate object. She hadn’t bother speeding up her rate toward the object since she really did not expect it to spring to live and ran from her stressed body. Though there were quite a bit of people around, she doubt anyone would sit. Everyone in District Three seemed to always be in a hurry. Well, that was what she assumed. Anyways, she made it too the bench, unharmed. No person dared to intercept her seat. Good decision on their part, she thought as she sat upon the wooden object, alone. Now, she could think in peace and calm her crazy nerves without the add stress of any other person stealing her wanted chair.