Icarus Rayne {Just A Stroll} OPEN
Jul 7, 2012 20:51:24 GMT -5
Post by pandoriium on Jul 7, 2012 20:51:24 GMT -5
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Icarus was supposed to show up at training, like he was supposed to show up for it every afternoon after school. He did not, neglecting it as he often did. Usually did, really. Well, what the heck, right? He had been training, more or less, since he was ten. Seven years. That must mean that either he was so good he was going to be the next victor, or he was not good enough and he was going to die. If HE had to bet, Icarus would have put his money on the latter. But either way, another wasted afternoon was not going to make a difference.
After school the slender teen with the long blonde hair headed for home, which was a large mint green imitation-Capitol-house in the middle of District 1. As usual, his father and mother were both at work; dad was a retired Peacekeeper, and quite a bit older than his mother; he ran a small shop which carried antique artistic pieces, and mom was a District 1 stylist, often bemoaning how it was not the capitol. He wondered whether she'd use his demise to trade up to a better position.
He didn't look much like the other careers, the male ones, at least, but maybe.. maybe there was a chance he could still give a surprise with his speed, the quality for which the trainers had chosen him. No doubt he'd still die, though.. Icarus sighed, as he walked.
Granted, he was really good looking, but that was his mother's artistry, and while he loved her, sometimes he got sick of being so groomed; other students sometimes, he supposed, had a crush on him, but he hadn't liked anyone like that, at least, in years.
He did have a few sort-of friends at school, but he was pretty sure they were more interested in bragging rights if he did emerge a victor than in him, really.
What he needed, he thought, was a hobby. Flower arranging. Collecting knives. Not really. But he was sort of bored. Icarus smiled at the thought of doing something crazy, like running away. From more than just his neglected training 'duties'...
For a change, his blue eyes sparkled briefly at the thought.
