Not So Hard [open]
Apr 7, 2012 21:57:57 GMT -5
Post by ndukwe on Apr 7, 2012 21:57:57 GMT -5
[blue]Seger Hawkins[/blue]
[green]0600. I wake up. Rising from bed, I walk over to my closet. Opening the door, I pull out a pair off red knee length shorts and pull them on. Next I take out a white tank top and pull it on. To finish off, I grab my black tee and a bandana. Tucking the red bandana into the band of my shorts, I walk into the bathroom, splashing my face and washing my teeth.
0615. I walk out the door and head down into the kitchen, where my mom has food ready. I sit down and eat the eggs and the hunk of bread. Getting up from my spot, I take my plate to the sink. Then head out the door, my two year old brother at my heel. Walking out the door into the backyard, I let the dogs out of the kennel. Keto gambols over to Juno and jumps on him, knocking him down. Picking him up, I pull him onto my back, open the door to head out, and drop him off at a gymnastics class.
0645. I walk into the career training area.[purple] Time to show these chumpy careers how its done [/purple]I think as I see these chumps showing off for the ladies. I grab a bow and climb up in a tree. Sitting on a limb, I draw back the bow and release, 1, 2, 3, 4 arrows. One after the other, splitting the one from before, into the chest of a torso 100 yards away. Smiling, i leap from the tree and land softly as the careers watch in awe.
Heading over to the spears, I grab a couple lethal looking ones with multi-barbed heads. Hefting the spears, I toss the pair into a sandbag 50 feet down the stretch.
Stepping back, one of the careers comes up, 6-3, big, muscular, and asks to fight. I happily oblige. After a short but brutal fight, in which i submit him numerous ways, I walk off as he gets up. He takes a step, runs and tackles me. After a bit of wrestling, I put him in an armbar, then break his arm when he tries to hit me again. Getting up, I see a crowd has gathered. I realize now that its their best career i've just taken out.
As the crowd disperses, I notice a pretty girl whos having a little trouble over by the archery targets. Shes clipping the edge, but not close to the center. Walking up behind her, I grab her hand thats holding on to the string, laying my other over hers on the bow. Drawing the arrow back as she looks at me, I tell her to let go. The arrow sails across, right into the bullseye.[/green][yellow] "There, not so hard, as long as you have the right teacher,"[/yellow] [green]I say casually, winking at her as i step back with a smirk on my face.[/green]
[green]0600. I wake up. Rising from bed, I walk over to my closet. Opening the door, I pull out a pair off red knee length shorts and pull them on. Next I take out a white tank top and pull it on. To finish off, I grab my black tee and a bandana. Tucking the red bandana into the band of my shorts, I walk into the bathroom, splashing my face and washing my teeth.
0615. I walk out the door and head down into the kitchen, where my mom has food ready. I sit down and eat the eggs and the hunk of bread. Getting up from my spot, I take my plate to the sink. Then head out the door, my two year old brother at my heel. Walking out the door into the backyard, I let the dogs out of the kennel. Keto gambols over to Juno and jumps on him, knocking him down. Picking him up, I pull him onto my back, open the door to head out, and drop him off at a gymnastics class.
0645. I walk into the career training area.[purple] Time to show these chumpy careers how its done [/purple]I think as I see these chumps showing off for the ladies. I grab a bow and climb up in a tree. Sitting on a limb, I draw back the bow and release, 1, 2, 3, 4 arrows. One after the other, splitting the one from before, into the chest of a torso 100 yards away. Smiling, i leap from the tree and land softly as the careers watch in awe.
Heading over to the spears, I grab a couple lethal looking ones with multi-barbed heads. Hefting the spears, I toss the pair into a sandbag 50 feet down the stretch.
Stepping back, one of the careers comes up, 6-3, big, muscular, and asks to fight. I happily oblige. After a short but brutal fight, in which i submit him numerous ways, I walk off as he gets up. He takes a step, runs and tackles me. After a bit of wrestling, I put him in an armbar, then break his arm when he tries to hit me again. Getting up, I see a crowd has gathered. I realize now that its their best career i've just taken out.
As the crowd disperses, I notice a pretty girl whos having a little trouble over by the archery targets. Shes clipping the edge, but not close to the center. Walking up behind her, I grab her hand thats holding on to the string, laying my other over hers on the bow. Drawing the arrow back as she looks at me, I tell her to let go. The arrow sails across, right into the bullseye.[/green][yellow] "There, not so hard, as long as you have the right teacher,"[/yellow] [green]I say casually, winking at her as i step back with a smirk on my face.[/green]
Oh and don't mind the color change, I'm just messing around a bit with that. If anyone finds it unpleasant on the eyes, tell me.)
