What's your complex? ( OPEN )
Oct 1, 2011 15:06:17 GMT -5
Post by kaykay on Oct 1, 2011 15:06:17 GMT -5
Having finished his training for the day and taken a quick shower back home, Arashi headed back to town, his dark hair dripping water. He pushed his bandaged hands into the pockets of his hoody, just allowing his feet to carry him to the library. Considering the state of his grades when the male had still gone to school before his father's passing, very few would believe that he spent a big chunk of his free time in the District 9 library.
Seeing as his grades in stuff like History, English and Science were terrible, even the librarian wondered what a boy like Arashi did in the midst of all those books. Sometimes he wondered it himself. Reading was a pain, ot that he'd ever admit it... but all the words and letters just.... got muddled up in his head. But ever since he was a kid, he'd refused to let people tell him he was an idiot. Not that he would go out of his way to prove he wasn't... he just wanted to prove to himself that he was better than that.
But nowadays when Arashi went to the library, moving past the librarian and heading down the familiar aisle of bookshelves... he wasn't coming to prove to himself he could be just as smart as his peers. He didn't go to school anymore, so that really didn't matter anymore. The Asian read books for the sole purpose of preparing for the day that he would be reaped. He memorized books on herbs and plants that might come in handy in healing or as food within the arena. Any book that potentially had something that might help him come out of the Games alive... he would read.
So he moved through the aisles, running his fingers along the worn broken spines of the old books of the library, trying to find something he didn't remember... sighing heavily. His body felt so tired and worn out, just like these books. But no mater how tired he was or how much his muscles were killing him... no matter how many cuts and bruises he got, he continued pushing himself. No one would give him an inch of mercy in the Games. He had to be prepared for days of not sleeping. Walking around with injuries until he found a place where he could treat them, not to mention finding supplies to treat them with.
He couldn't let himself be killed... not out there. Not by some upper-district meathead career. But in order to give himself the best chances to win, he had to continue training and pushing himself to his limits. Arashi had no idea what was the source of this determination. All he really knew was that he needed to get this, otherwise he wouldn't feel at peace with himself.
