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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 1, 2012 15:46:50 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Jun 1, 2012 15:46:50 GMT -5

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It’s a sunny day, a great day to be on the beach, unfortunately, I have to spend it training. Alright, I suppose I have no choice. I grab the bucket, and do a quick count. There are twenty knives, all different shapes and sizes, but none bigger than my hand. Perfect.

I don’t usually take my training seriously, and the other Careers resent me for it. I walk along the shore, leaving the bucket behind. I pick up the resting targets, I stick the pointy ends into the stands. They’re all different sizes and shapes, just like the knives. Variety is important; you need to prepare for anything. I align them in a circle around the bucket, each target is a different distance from the bucket, anywhere from twenty to one-hundred feet.

I grab one, weighing it in my hand. One of the lighter ones, I figure, that means I can throw it the farthest. I don’t really think, I just begin to throw. Knife after knife, each hits it target in the head. I don’t know if anyone is watching, but I imagine I don’t look too interesting. I’m bored; this is just like school to me. I do it because I have to, not because I want to.

I miss one out of the twenty knives. Three of the ones I hit end up in the chest of the targets, I can’t tell which ones are kill shots, after all, they’re just wood. When I’m done, I kick the bucket away from me. I’m too lazy to get my knives, so I plop down on the sand and stretch my slender arms and legs, absorbing the sunlight.

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 2, 2012 20:57:14 GMT -5

Post by pentecostal12 on Jun 2, 2012 20:57:14 GMT -5

Cherish walked up beside the boy. He was throwing knives at a dummy, and, by the looks of it, he was really good. She walks up and chose a few knives. With these, she was mediocre at best. She slung one. It hit the arm. She stomped her foot, angry that she appeared so inexperienced with them in front of him. Finally, something I'm good at. she thought, grabbing a couple of hand axes. She picked it up and threw it. It sticks in the neck of the dummy, her favorite spot to hit. She looked at the boy, and said shakily, "H-hi, I'm Cherish."

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 2, 2012 23:16:55 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Jun 2, 2012 23:16:55 GMT -5

Lying in the sand, I make a sand-angel, bored out of my mind. A girl, definitely in reaping range, comes and picks up a knife. She throws it at the target, hitting it in the arm. That’s definitely not a kill shot.

She reaches for the hand axes, not too big, but still, I’ve never seen a girl prefer an axe to a knife. She tosses it, hitting the dummy square in the neck. It’s a good throw, and definitely a kill shot, and from the looks of it, that’s exactly where she was aiming.

She looks down at me, I can’t really see her face, the sun behind her is beaming down on my eyes, but I can still hear her voice when she introduces herself.

“H-hi, I’m Cherish.”

She sounds slightly nervous, but I’m not sure why. I sit up, propping myself on my elbows. Sand covers my entire backside, and I bring one of my hands to my forehead to block out the sun. I extend my other hand when I see her face, “I’m Fisher, nice to meetcha!” I smile honestly, it’s good to have a break from training.

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 7, 2012 14:12:10 GMT -5

Post by pentecostal12 on Jun 7, 2012 14:12:10 GMT -5

Cherish reaches out to shake his hand. She ties her hair into a bun, letting it relax at the side of her head, so she won't get sand in it. She reclines, getting sand in her hair anyway. "Nice to meet you too." she says, smiling

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 7, 2012 15:59:21 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Jun 7, 2012 15:59:21 GMT -5

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I lay back in the sand, not caring about what crevices the grains sneak into, or what body parts they stick against. The waves are calming, a nice break from fighting, grunting, and throwing metal objects at wooden people. I open my eyes; the sun is too bright for me to look too long, so I turn my head back to Cherish.

“What made you choose axes?”

Careers always tend to pick a few weapons they’re really good at. People here usually stick with harpoons and tridents, me, I stick with my knives. I have my reasons too, I’m quick and light enough to sneak up on someone, and I don’t really have the strength for a trident. But, axes are an odd choice for a girl Cherish’s size.

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pentecostal12 Seam Resident 32 POSTS last seen Jun 2, 2013 9:53:54 GMT -5	Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 7, 2012 18:30:27 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by pentecostal12 on Jun 7, 2012 18:30:27 GMT -5 She thinks for a moment, unsure what to say. "I dunno. I just like the feel of them. Make sense? I like a trident, but I've always been good with axes. Why'd you choose knives?" she asks sweetly

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 10, 2012 13:39:38 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Jun 10, 2012 13:39:38 GMT -5

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“They’re small and easy to throw. If I pick a weapon like a sword or a trident I’ll have a disadvantage when I face bigger people. I can throw a knife farther than anyone can throw a trident, and with more accuracy.”

I said it simply enough. Knives were my forte, and strength was my weakness. She said she just liked the feel of axes, which is weird, but to each his own, I suppose.

I close my eyes and let the sun beat against my face.

“So Cherish, you like being a Career?

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 11, 2012 19:46:52 GMT -5

Post by pentecostal12 on Jun 11, 2012 19:46:52 GMT -5

"Well, Fisher, that depends." she says with a laugh. "I don't particularly like training to kill people, but I love it at the same time. I love to fight and I think I would stand a pretty good chance. It seems unfair to the other Districts, but we should take advantage of the oppurtunity. She says very matter of factly, pushing the blade of her axe into the soft sand.

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 12, 2012 19:41:54 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Jun 12, 2012 19:41:54 GMT -5

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I nodded a bit. I sort of understood her; I definitely don’t like training though. I’m good at some things sure, and if I were put in the games, I do think I’d have an unfair advantage…at least over nineteen of them. I don’t particularly believe in glory, or district pride. I just like to relax and have fun. I guess some people take fun in training.

“Fair enough. I don’t really like any of it. I don’t like the killing, I don’t like the sparring…but, I don’t have much of a choice…it’s what I’m good at.”

I closed my eyes, soaking in some more sun. I could use some more color…not that I cared.

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 12, 2012 21:20:16 GMT -5

Post by pentecostal12 on Jun 12, 2012 21:20:16 GMT -5

Cherish thought about this for a moment before replying, "Do you think we could make it in the Arena?" She thought of all the years where her own District teens, some of them her friends, kill off the kids from other Districts, some of them eventually beginning to die off.

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Sand Angel ((Pentecostal12)) Jun 17, 2012 22:53:53 GMT -5

Post by pentecostal12 on Jun 17, 2012 22:53:53 GMT -5

Cherish genuinely seemed attracted to Fisher. It was absurd and stupid, though, because she hardly knew him. She idly chucked another axe, throwing it with her left hand. With the way she slung it, it was no surprise that it missed the dummy and instead lodged into a tree.