Thievery? Never! {Tempest, Yaz, Courtland, D2Fs

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Thievery? Never! {Tempest, Yaz, Courtland, D2Fs Jul 11, 2011 15:36:15 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jul 11, 2011 15:36:15 GMT -5

Cause baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what you're worth
make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

Another day, another round of training. The routine filled up her hours, sure, but it left her wanting. From five in the morning when she awoke for her daily run, Duchess was always thinking about the night's promise, the one time of day she truly had to herself. There was something to be said about the comfort of the routine, but even with every hour scheduled, it couldn't hold her attention forever. She had started the day with the longest run of her week, and had to force every step of the last mile.

At some point, running always became mental. Her body could continue, but her mind would scream at her to stop, to rest, to do anything but continue moving. Duchess had learned in the last year of so how to shut out the warnings, when to pop a cube of protein into her mouth, and just make the next step count. She allowed herself a leisurely shower, which meant she was late to school. No shocker there; she was usually late these days, because school mattered so little. Well, the learning part did. The social part - that was vital. Duchess exchanged notes and gossip, smiling guiltily when she was called upon. She spent her lunch hour laughing and cavorting, breezed through the afternoon classes, and then made her way to the district's training arena.

Kobaloi didn't turn up, and so Duchess practiced by herself, forcing her arms to work as her legs were still tired from the morning. She focused on lifting weights rather than wielding her pick, and after only a few repetitions her triceps burned. The exercises weren't designed to be sexy, but Duchess did her best, leaning against her skin-tight tank, stretching her arms far overhead. It was not subtle, but when had she ever been?

A quick shower, her hair braided neatly from the top of her head down her back, and she was ready for adventure. She dawdled outside of the girls' locker, eyes swept upward by purple liner as she picked at the edges of her frayed nails. She never could keep them in very good condition; training just didn't lend itself to such things. Duchess dreamed of the day when she had a style team all to herself, to have her body polished until it gleamed. Oh yes she dreamed of the Games, of all the hoopla and fans and sponsors. What Career didn't? It wasn't just about the blood and gore. She longed to be the center of Panem, to be even more beautiful, the very best version of herself, at least on the exterior.

Duchess offered her quick smile at those who passed, but she waited for the Careers she knew best. Well, and one other, quite young but who had caught her eye. A slow and painful reality was dawning on Duchess; she grew older every year. At some point, the Reapings would no longer concern her. And then what? Dawn a hideous Peacekeeper's uniform? Bleck. No, she had other plans to keep her in training, and she would need a pupil for them to work.

So waited, lounging against the wall opposite the door to the lockers, for her friends, and to pounce on one of the youngest Careers. Duchess had plans for the day. Plans for makeovers and a trip to the mall, and maybe something a little dangerous, too.

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Thievery? Never! {Tempest, Yaz, Courtland, D2Fs Jul 11, 2011 16:39:48 GMT -5

Post by Grenada on Jul 11, 2011 16:39:48 GMT -5

Her days always started out with a run. Some days she would run with one of her friends, but she made sure not to do that often. Not many of them were as fond of sprinting around the District as she was, nor were any of them nearly as fast. And Tempest knew how Duchess could get if that little blonde-wad was left in the dust. So most of her runs were solitary, which wasn't exactly a bad thing, since she could go as fast as she liked, and wherever she wanted. But it wasn't the loneliness that would get to Tempest; it was the quiet. At four AM, not many people were up and about, and those who were paid her little attention. She always sped past other careers out running, never lingering long enough to hear bits of their conversation. And after a while, the squeak of shoe-rubber on concrete gets so horribly repetitive, it makes you want to pull your hair out, though Tempest would never dream of doing such a thing!

School was her savior, though she made sure to act like it wasn't. She wasn't stupid; she knew what happened to girls who were perceived to be nerds: they were out-casted. But Tempest wasn't about to throw her decent grades out the window for her spot at the lunch table, so while she giggled and gossiped at the back of the class, she kept one ear trained on the teacher, trying her hardest to listen to the idle chatter of her friends while memorizing the cosine functions on the unit circle. And when anyone would ask why she'd written down notes in her notebook, she'd merely scoff and point to the nearest nerd and say "I copied off of him, of course!"

School was always a stressful place for Tempest, not because of the actual learning, but because of her precarious perch near the top of the social ladder. Tempest knew all too well that flying so high could get her burned, but no way was she sulking around the bottom of the pyramid with the outcasts; she just didn't have the face for that. So she hung around the recent Queen Bee, an admittedly horrid, yet somehow endearing little girl named Duchess. Tempest didn't hate Duchess, oddly, since she usually hated the dumb blonde type girls, but rather admired her. Duchess had held onto her throne for longer than Tempest ever would have been able, and for that, Duchess probably deserved some sort of award. And Tempest would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous. But she knew the safest place for her socially would be under her wing, so she shut her mouth and smiled that pretty little smile, and complimented Duchess on her new shoes, and waited.

Training for Tempest didn't consist of anything but more running, though after school the District was far more lively, and the quiet didn't freak her out as much. She really enjoyed running, for no other reason besides she was the fastest girl she knew. And after her second lap around the district, she returned home, threw a mini-fit because her Mother wanted her to clean out her closet, picked an acceptable outfit to meet up with Duchess in, and headed off to the training arena, where she knew Duchess would be waiting. And lo and behold, there she was.

"Training hard, I see," Tempest called out jokingly as her friend leaned up against the side of the lockers. "Sorry I took so long, my Mum was being unreasonable again. How can someone who used to be just like me not understand the importance of work-out clothes?" She brushed a few stray curls out of her face and leaned one hand on her hip.

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Thievery? Never! {Tempest, Yaz, Courtland, D2Fs Jul 15, 2011 23:52:28 GMT -5

Post by wyldwing on Jul 15, 2011 23:52:28 GMT -5

Yazmine closed her eyes gathering all her strength, straining her muscles as she pulled the bar down to her shoulders. "Ninety nine." She relaxed her muscles, then, pulled the bar back down "One hundred." She panted, letting go of the bar, hearing the weight clatter noisily onto the metal holder. She picked up a towel, wiping her face clean of sweat. "Just a few more." She told herself sternly, willing her tired body to keep moving. This was a normal day for Yazmine, get up, run, train, then, free time, which usually consisted of hanging around with her fellow careers. The only thing that kept her willing to put her body through constant physical strain, each and every day, was her dream, of one day reigning as victor in the Hunger Games. Being known all over Panem as the strongest, most daring tribute the hunger games had ever seen. Adorned with riches, adored by sponsers, envied by all careers.

Taking a deep breath, Yazmine picked up the hand weights. She did her usual excersizes, ignoring her screaming muscles. She was unusually tired today, it didn't make sense. She went to bed early every night so she could get up early every morning to start training, last night had been no different. Trying to snap herself out of it, she splashed her face with water, which helped a little. She began her routine again. 30 right, 30 left. After a few minutes rest, 40 right, 40 left. 200 crunches. 100 push ups. 50 curls. It was time for her last routine of day when the world suddenly went out of focus for a second. Blinking a few times, Yazmine stood perfectly still. She was way too overworked to continue. Grudgingly Yazmine cut her routine short, heading for the lockers instead.

Throwing her water bottle and towel in a locker, she smiled at the others in the room "Hey Duchess, Tempest, Am i late?"

(ooc- Sorry its short, i wasn't sure what to write)

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Thievery? Never! {Tempest, Yaz, Courtland, D2Fs Aug 2, 2011 21:53:05 GMT -5

Post by Sircle on Aug 2, 2011 21:53:05 GMT -5

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Saying that today had been a "long day" would have been an extreme understatement. To start off, I woke up at freakin' five in the morning to run a little before school. This was the absolute worst idea that has ever occur ed in my head. First of all, I absolutely hate running. Secondly, why wake up at five in the morning? I could run at night. I tried to remember what I was on when I had this just plain amazing idea, but the last night was sort of a blur. When my alarm started having a spasm at the crack of dawn, I convinced myself that running wasn't really that important and tried to go back to sleep. The thing is though, sleep never came. So I lied there in bed and stared at the ceiling for a good two hours before I had to get up.

When that time came, I was in a completely awful mood. I ran to school to make up for the run I missed this morning. It was only a mile, but it was better than nothing. School went as usual. The first two classes I stare at the instruct er in a sleepy daze. I skip the third class to make out with some random boy in the bathroom. The rest of the day is spent sitting in the back of every class, chatting with some acquaintances, and flirting with the boys and some girls, paying no attention to the lesson at all. When the final bell rang, relief washed through me.

I was in a much better mood than I was at the beginning of the day. I looked forward to the hours of training I was about to start. I didn't have a trainer or even a partner to keep me company. It was just me and the weights. I mostly did leg exercises, but of course I had do work on my upper body as well. After I finished up with my training, I ran home, took a fast shower, and got dressed to go out. This consists of a baby blue low cut t-shirt and very short shorts. I didn't know who I was going to go out with, but it didn't matter as long as I was going out.

I applied a bunch of black mascara and eyeliner that made my blue eyes seem brighter than they are, and some foundation. When I was done with my makeup, I brushed the tangles out of my hair, and did nothing else to it. I myself over in the mirror and couldn't help but smirk. I looked like the sexiest girl in District Two. I kissed my reflection, and left my house.

I wandered the streets and listened for the sound of conversation. This is always my strategy of finding people to go out with. Sure enough, after wandering for a while, I passed the girls' lockers and heard whispers in a gossip-y tone.

I peeked around the corner to see a group of Career girls. One of them I recognized instantly. Duchess. The "Queen Bee" of our school. I scowled, for a kind of person like that would annoy the crap out of me. Her loyal right hand girl, Tempest, was standing to her right and then another girl I didn't know was right next to her. There didn't seem to be anyone else near by, so I might as well.

Duchess was intimidating to most people, but I wasn't most people. I gathered my confidence, and walked right up to their group. I smiled wickedly at them and said, "I'm Courtland. You guys doing anything worth my time?" I wasn't afraid them rejecting me. I wasn't afraid of feeling left out. I wasn't afraid of them. Because, these are my kind of people.

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Thievery? Never! {Tempest, Yaz, Courtland, D2Fs Aug 10, 2011 16:27:15 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Aug 10, 2011 16:27:15 GMT -5

Cause baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what you're worth
make 'em go, oh, oh, oh

Duchess smirked, stuck out her tongue for a second at Tempest. That's why she liked her though, because Tempest wasn't afraid of her, and didn't underestimate her either. She had a sort of heady confidence, an attitude that put others off, but not Duchess. She knew there was concern bubbling underneath, and she felt in her gut that Tempest was a better friend than she let on. Certainly more honest than practically anyone else in their district. "Always," she replied as she smoothed her face. If Duchess wasn't training physically, she was thinking about the next mile she'd run, the next weight she'd lift. It was always, always at the forefront of her thoughts.

"That's what you've got me for, doofus. I'm just glad she didn't try to keep you home." Duchess reached out and pinched Tempest's bicep playfully before using the same hand to wave to Yaz. Her smile tightened, thinned. "Nope, not even a little. You ladies feel like --" And Duchess came up from the thought short as a petite blonde with fierce eyes approached. She gave a little nod in Courtland's direction, giving Yaz and Tempest as head's up before she straightened, ready to hold court.

"Hey, Courtland," Duchess' lips remained puckered, the smile forced. There wasn't any indication that she needed, or should, introduce herself, and so she skipped the formality. "We were just going to hit up the mall. You know, blow off some steam." Duchess' gaze flickered to Tempest, working hard to read the other girl's face. It would be almost intolerably rude to just blow off Courtland, and yet she hadn't been polite in the least to them. She was pretty enough; Duchess doubted it would ruin her reputation to be seen out with her.

And yet, she didn't really know anything about the other girl. A risk. She winked discreetly at Tempest and then pushed herself away from the lockers. "Why don't you come with us? Just a girl's day." And Duchess was good at lying, when she wanted to be. There was something in her expression though, a sliding glance which promised that this was more than a mere trip to the shops.

With the invitation extended, Duchess slid her arm through Yazmine's and guided them out of the locker room. The school was situated within easy walking distance of the mall, so there was no need to fuss over the rarely seen car or public transportation. Duchess trusted Tempest to take a measure of Courtland, while she took the opportunity to get to know Yaz. "So, good day training? Bad day?" She asked because it was easy and because it was safe as they emerged from the training center into the blazing afternoon sun.