Fight among careers[Jimmeh, maybe open pm me]
May 8, 2012 16:40:21 GMT -5
Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on May 8, 2012 16:40:21 GMT -5
William-
William woke up from the most peaceful sleep he had in a while. He loved the feeling of a goodnights sleep. He stretched his arms and legs and looked at his window and saw that the sun was out. He freaked out and jumped out of his bed throwing his covers off of it and onto the floor. He cursed loudly while trying to put his pants and boots on. He knew he was late for training. He hated it so much.
He ran out of his room slamming the door to his room closed. He ran past his kitchen saying goodbye to his family. He was in a slow jog/run pace going through alley after alley. He was trying to find a short cut to the center. He was late and that was never liked by any of the trainers. He cursed with every step.
He turned the corner and slid to a abrupt halt. He saw the top of the training center building. But infront of him was another obstacle. A wall. He took a running start and jumped onto the wall. He grabbed the top of the wall lifting himself onto it. He stopped ontop of the wall to catch his breath.
He hopped down and started running toward the entrance of the center. When he got through the doors to the center he could tell it was a slim chance no one didn't notice he was late. He looked at the trainers infront of him and could see the expression of anger for him being late. Before anyone could yell at him, he ran toward the other side of the center where the swords were.
He felt at home with all of the swords. He spent every day at the station. He learned everyone one and how they felt. They had short swords, long swords, two handed blades, and scimitars and more. They were arranged in a nice neet row that would let him grab one for the picking. He grabbed the short sword and started to twirl it with his wrist.
He stopped twirling the blade and walked over to the dummies that were arranged infront of him. He brought up his sword and started stabbing the dummies in the kill zones. After doing that a few times he started to try more dummies at one time. While doing this he was letting out grunting sounds not knowing it was making people look at him. He started to get tired of stabbing at the dummies. He looked around and saw people staring at him. Well in his direction. He started to get angry with them and he couldn't control his anger so he let out a huge rant, " What! Haven't you seen someone stab dummies before. If not I can show you what it feels like to be punched or even worse. If any of you wanna fight then bring it." He could feel the anger rising throughout his body. He just breathed heavily waiting for someone to answer or watch the other careers turn away.
William woke up from the most peaceful sleep he had in a while. He loved the feeling of a goodnights sleep. He stretched his arms and legs and looked at his window and saw that the sun was out. He freaked out and jumped out of his bed throwing his covers off of it and onto the floor. He cursed loudly while trying to put his pants and boots on. He knew he was late for training. He hated it so much.
He ran out of his room slamming the door to his room closed. He ran past his kitchen saying goodbye to his family. He was in a slow jog/run pace going through alley after alley. He was trying to find a short cut to the center. He was late and that was never liked by any of the trainers. He cursed with every step.
He turned the corner and slid to a abrupt halt. He saw the top of the training center building. But infront of him was another obstacle. A wall. He took a running start and jumped onto the wall. He grabbed the top of the wall lifting himself onto it. He stopped ontop of the wall to catch his breath.
He hopped down and started running toward the entrance of the center. When he got through the doors to the center he could tell it was a slim chance no one didn't notice he was late. He looked at the trainers infront of him and could see the expression of anger for him being late. Before anyone could yell at him, he ran toward the other side of the center where the swords were.
He felt at home with all of the swords. He spent every day at the station. He learned everyone one and how they felt. They had short swords, long swords, two handed blades, and scimitars and more. They were arranged in a nice neet row that would let him grab one for the picking. He grabbed the short sword and started to twirl it with his wrist.
He stopped twirling the blade and walked over to the dummies that were arranged infront of him. He brought up his sword and started stabbing the dummies in the kill zones. After doing that a few times he started to try more dummies at one time. While doing this he was letting out grunting sounds not knowing it was making people look at him. He started to get tired of stabbing at the dummies. He looked around and saw people staring at him. Well in his direction. He started to get angry with them and he couldn't control his anger so he let out a huge rant, " What! Haven't you seen someone stab dummies before. If not I can show you what it feels like to be punched or even worse. If any of you wanna fight then bring it." He could feel the anger rising throughout his body. He just breathed heavily waiting for someone to answer or watch the other careers turn away.