Practice- Open

Rumiel Ruiz

Narration: Normal
Thoughts: [blue] Blue and cursive [/blue]
Speech: [white]''Speech marks and white''[/white]

Details: Toro is a 'NPC' - I control his actions but I'll be narrating those actions in third person. You can manipulate his actions slightly, like where he moves to or what he says, but don't interfere with his character overall ;]
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[white]'Dammit Toro, what the hell do you think you're doing?!' [/white]- I said through clenched teeth. I tugged on his trousers, trying to pull him down before we were discovered, but it was too late, the boy practicing his aim was already alerted of our presence.
[white]'Nice aim you got there, dude' [/white] Toro said, as he swaggered out of the bushes and towards the boy with the spear. [white]'But unfortunately for you, you have sooo much more to learn' [/white]

[blue] Great, here we go again.. The almighty Toro showing his heroic skills [/blue] - I thought. I got up from crouching behind the bushes and looked at the boy. He was a couple of years older than me, at least. Now that I thought of it, he seemed a bit like Toro; he had a confident face, though that confidence might make him the bully-type, which isn't what I needed right now.

We were very to finishing our inspection of the area, making sure that it was a good escape route, when all of a sudden this guy decides to show up and start throwing a bloody spear as if it were some kind of toy! He was good, I had to admit.. But as soon as Toro sees a challenge, he has to go and knock himself out, doesn't he?'

Toro retrieved his kitchen knife from his belt. It was long and sharp, stupidly long in fact; just because Toro was muscly, he thought that any weapon he laid his hands upon had to be worthy for a big person..
He walked about 20 meters away from the dummy, and positioned himself. With one leg behind the other, leaving a big gap in between, he stuck his tongue out towards the side and bit down - and extremely amusing habit he had when concentrating - suddenly, he relaxed and looked towards the boy who was standing very near the dummy. [white]'I'd move, if I were you'[/white]
But too late, Toro brought his left leg forwards and propelled the kitchen knife through the air - missing the boy by mere cm - which hit the dummy right in the center within blinking time. The knife caused a massive cut in the dummy.

Toro turned to the boy, his face showing a level of cockiness not unlike him: [white]''Cool, huh?''[/white]

[white]'More like cute'[/white], the boy said. I chuckled as I saw Toro's face crunching up, he clearly wasn't used to looking like a fool in front of anyone, especially when he was trying to impress them in the first place.

I watched as the boy walked even further than Toro had, and positioned himself for the throw: [white]'I'd move, if I were you'[/white] - he said in a sarcastic tone, trying to mock Toro. The knife flew through the air and once again, bullseye.
Toro watched the stranger with slanted eyes as he handed him back the long knife.

Without a word, Toro went to the exact same spot where the boy had thrown the knife. [blue] What are you going to do now?.. [/blue]
'Watch and learn, kid' - he said, practically spitting out the last word. He reached for the handkerchief which held his hair upright and tied it around his head, covering his eyes.
[blue] Wait.. he wouldn't dare, would he?! [/blue] Of course he would, it's bloody Toro we're talking of here!

[white]'Toro goddammit, stop!!'[/white] I shouted as I ran towards him - he was getting ready for the shot, I saw him taking a deep breath as he stepped back. His arm pushed even further back, once he pushed his weight forward, there would be no way of stopping the knife of going in any direction - including the boy's throat.
I tackled Toro with all my might, the surprise of the attack making him go off balance, leading him to fall on his side; a great 'hmpf' came from his throat, knocking the air out of him. The knife flew lose from his grasp and landed noisily several meters behind him.

I got up while rubbing my head - I could already sense that there was going to be a big-ass bruise there tomorrow.
[white]'What the hell was that for?'[/white] - Toro shouted, as he quickly got up from his awkward fall, brushing the dust that had landed on his clothes.
[white]'I don't care how good you are, no-one can bloody hit a bullseye with a blind-fold on!! Especially from that far'[/white]

I turned towards the kid, who must have been finding this hilarious. [white]'Ok, this little ''competition'' is over.. Sorry about disturbing you, we'll be setting off now, before my friend over here decapitates you by trying to be Mr macho-man'.[/white]

Toro eyed the boy's hand as if it was some kind of foul creature, as if it was holding a mouse trap ready to catch his fingers. After an excruciatingly awkward moment, Toro grinned. He spat in his palm and shook the boy's hand with his utmost strength.

Up and down their hands went, I was surprised I didn't hear the sound of crunching due to the force Toro was applying.
I rolled my eyes and sighed [blue] I thought people matured by his age.. Much hope for the future generation [/blue]

[white] Anyway, I think that's enough Toro.. I didn't introduce myself, I'm Rumiel, I'd say nice to meet you but it's been bloody awkward up until now so I won't say it' [/white] - I chuckled while I said this, due to the events of today, I could have my own TV show like in the capital. What do they call them: comedy soup, soap? Something like that.

[white] 'Awesome throwing by the way! Let me guess.. Training to be a career, huh?' [/white] - I said this last phrase with a hint of accusation, Careers made my blood boil nearly as much as Peacekeepers.

[blue] So he IS a Career then.. thought so. I can smell the arrogance from him.. [/blue]
I heard him questioning our intentions, since it must have seemed strange to have seen us come out of a bush as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do. But I couldn't tell the truth; I'd already been caught once today as I tried to plan an escape route, I didn't want someone else getting suspicious, especially a Career.

[white]'Well we were just- erm- training!'[/white] - [blue] Training for what, Rumiel? Come on, you have to say something! [/blue]
[white]'You see, we're not Careers but we still want to be prepared for The Hunger Games, in case - you know.. So a few friends of ours decided to practice some skills, including camouflage. If we were found in the space of a day, we lost. Pretty intensive training, and it can get really boring after a while..' [/white] - [blue] this is nearly as bad as the ''playing hide and seek'' excuse you conjured earlier! If he doesn't buy it, I'm screwed..[/blue]

[white]'My friend here as you saw, got a bit bored of waiting.. So he decided to butt his head into your business. Once again, I'm sorry about this; let's just pretend it didn't happen, yeah?'[/white] - I noticed my voice quiver slightly towards the last sentence, the nerves were getting to me. I rubbed my hands on my trousers - they were sweaty.
I looked at the boy every few seconds, but I didn't stare at him in case it came across as 'trying too hard'. The waiting was unbearable, the sooner me and Toro were out of here, the better.