Dummies (new character + open)
Sept 1, 2010 19:44:40 GMT -5
Post by Dancin on Sept 1, 2010 19:44:40 GMT -5
It's like everyday in, my grandmother drags me out of bed at six o'clock in the morning and feeds me a decadent breakfast, today it is waffles with chocolate inside of them, and strawberry juice. Then I get dressed in a fitted green work outfit and head out to the backyard to train.
There is something different today though, today I don't want to be training. The Hunger Games are getting closer everyday and I am slowly getting more and more anxious, and all I want to do is play the piano. I know logically I should be practicing, within the next half year, I will either be a victor or dead, as I am determined to be in the games this year, but all I can think about is cleft notes and the third bar of a song called 'Ode to Joy'.
I try to practice my swordsmanship, but I keep missing the dummy, and hitting myself in the stomach with the hilt. Eventually I give up and go to the spear, where I am infinitley better.
I do better with the spear, but still not anywhere near where I usally am. I skim the dummy three times and once completley miss it. After I miss it, I sort of lose it, I scream profanities at the dummy and tackle it, letting all of my nerves and anger out into the dummies head. After a while I calm down, and end up just sort of pushing the dummies face. I consider getting up, but just end up laying in the grass, and listening to my own breathing and watch my lovely hair flutter as I do. Suddenly I hear a voice, from somewhere by the fence.
"Hey,"
There is something different today though, today I don't want to be training. The Hunger Games are getting closer everyday and I am slowly getting more and more anxious, and all I want to do is play the piano. I know logically I should be practicing, within the next half year, I will either be a victor or dead, as I am determined to be in the games this year, but all I can think about is cleft notes and the third bar of a song called 'Ode to Joy'.
I try to practice my swordsmanship, but I keep missing the dummy, and hitting myself in the stomach with the hilt. Eventually I give up and go to the spear, where I am infinitley better.
I do better with the spear, but still not anywhere near where I usally am. I skim the dummy three times and once completley miss it. After I miss it, I sort of lose it, I scream profanities at the dummy and tackle it, letting all of my nerves and anger out into the dummies head. After a while I calm down, and end up just sort of pushing the dummies face. I consider getting up, but just end up laying in the grass, and listening to my own breathing and watch my lovely hair flutter as I do. Suddenly I hear a voice, from somewhere by the fence.
"Hey,"
