A Metting To Fight {Lace&Sow}

Lace Sheen entered the training center. It was pretty busy as usual. Filled with the careers from District 1.

It's funny, Lace thought as she strutted into the front doors, making sure to open them wide, and not trying to hide her entrance at all. All of us in here- we all want to be in the games. We're all training with real weapons. We really want to be in the games. But still- no one accidentally slips up? Accidentally kills another kid in here. Wouldn't be difficult. Could get away with it. And there would be one less kid to stand in your way of glory. Especially now since the Reaping was just yesterday. People should be even more desperate.[/size]

Lace pondered this as she went over to the treadmills. She slung her towel over the handle bars, and set her water bottle in a holder. She mounted the machine, and glanced around the room. No one particularly hot in there at the moment. Still- she threw her light blonde hair over her shoulders, and bit her pink lips as she tied her hair back. There were two girls that she knew from school though. She wasn't particularly fond of them, but they were bearable. They looked over, and Lace smiled to them, and waved before going back to her work out.

Sow isn't here, either, she thought. She had come here at this time to meet Sow. Usually she came in the morning, but went later today, so that she knew Sow would be there.

Lace turned on the tread mill, readjusted her tight sports bra, and began to jog. Sow should be here soon. [/color][/font]

notes: Lace's first post!