Stronger (Open)
Jun 20, 2012 10:15:47 GMT -5
Post by BeccaIsBack FromInternationals on Jun 20, 2012 10:15:47 GMT -5
Sean Ricaji
Morning. Normally a calm point, a point when all one would hear is the peace of the silence, broken only by the birds chirping out the windows. The light shining in the curtains is the only thing left of the old mornings, before the third child came, his own third child. At 17, he should not have to take care of three small children, ranging from five to newborn, but he does. Where is his precious step-father? Lord only knows because Sean couldn't tell you the last time he or the children saw him. He sees him about as much as his own father, which is pretty sad considering he has only met his father under the pretense that he wasn't his father. That's the life when you are the bastard of Peace Keeper, you are nothing more than a bastard.
Snapped out of his thoughts by the screaming of the oldest of his surrogate children, Kenna, he walks over wearing shorts to her room and opens the door. Grumbling to himself while coming across as reassuring, he shakes her gently, Kenna? Hey come on it is just a dream. No worries. As he watched her slowly get up and realize herself, she smiles before rolling over and falling into a dreamless sleep. Sean couldn't help but laugh, Kenna could sleep through or after anything.
After gently pulling his arm out, checking on the other children, and shutting the light off, he went back to his room. I guess it was too much to ask to have them be happy for once. Well, I guess that was my wake up alarm. He dressed quickly, grabbed his workout clothes, and walked to the kitchen as silently as possible. After setting out breakfast for his siblings, he wakes his mother for work, and leaves to go train.
The streets of the District aren't as deserted as one would think at this hour, mainly because of Careers and those going to the early shirts at the mines. In a few hours, the streets will be filled, but not quite yet. For now, there is only moderate foot traffic.
Turning the corner and entering the gym, a cocky smile breaks Sean's face. He needs to volunteer. He needs to win. He needs to kick some ass. Grinning as he approaches the locker room, he changes and approaches the weight station. This is one of the few areas that they allow normal people in, other than Careers. It is good for sponsorships, or so he has been told, if the public can see Careers working out. After topping out the machines, winking at a few girls in the audience, and sitting down, Sean began lifting with only the clank of the metal to accompany him.
Morning. Normally a calm point, a point when all one would hear is the peace of the silence, broken only by the birds chirping out the windows. The light shining in the curtains is the only thing left of the old mornings, before the third child came, his own third child. At 17, he should not have to take care of three small children, ranging from five to newborn, but he does. Where is his precious step-father? Lord only knows because Sean couldn't tell you the last time he or the children saw him. He sees him about as much as his own father, which is pretty sad considering he has only met his father under the pretense that he wasn't his father. That's the life when you are the bastard of Peace Keeper, you are nothing more than a bastard.
Snapped out of his thoughts by the screaming of the oldest of his surrogate children, Kenna, he walks over wearing shorts to her room and opens the door. Grumbling to himself while coming across as reassuring, he shakes her gently, Kenna? Hey come on it is just a dream. No worries. As he watched her slowly get up and realize herself, she smiles before rolling over and falling into a dreamless sleep. Sean couldn't help but laugh, Kenna could sleep through or after anything.
After gently pulling his arm out, checking on the other children, and shutting the light off, he went back to his room. I guess it was too much to ask to have them be happy for once. Well, I guess that was my wake up alarm. He dressed quickly, grabbed his workout clothes, and walked to the kitchen as silently as possible. After setting out breakfast for his siblings, he wakes his mother for work, and leaves to go train.
The streets of the District aren't as deserted as one would think at this hour, mainly because of Careers and those going to the early shirts at the mines. In a few hours, the streets will be filled, but not quite yet. For now, there is only moderate foot traffic.
Turning the corner and entering the gym, a cocky smile breaks Sean's face. He needs to volunteer. He needs to win. He needs to kick some ass. Grinning as he approaches the locker room, he changes and approaches the weight station. This is one of the few areas that they allow normal people in, other than Careers. It is good for sponsorships, or so he has been told, if the public can see Careers working out. After topping out the machines, winking at a few girls in the audience, and sitting down, Sean began lifting with only the clank of the metal to accompany him.
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