The Fight for Queen Bee ~Axel~
Feb 9, 2013 11:02:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 11:02:35 GMT -5
[/justify][/center][/size]Francesca and Ignatius are fighting right now, which is never a good thing. Yes even though Ignatius is her imaginary win he does “have a mind of his own”. They starting arguing over whether or not she should go home with some guy that she met at a club and it has been spiraling down ever since. Fighting over not waking up each other, not listening to each other Frannie over exaggerating about the tiniest things. Yeah it has been a good couple of weeks and it's their longest fight ever. And Francesca has been slipping when comes to her “problem”. She's drinking more and more blood from herself, causing her to look pale and anemic. She hasn't gone to the blood bank in a while and the smell of salted rust lingers on her breath. Her parents have even started to notice how ghastly she looks.
“It's good to know that I could look like an ancient ghost,”she comments as she sits watching the most recent Games. Laying back on the couch in her family room, she truly looks ghostly and ethereal. Her long fading brown hair framing her thinning paling face. She's wearing long loose fitting workout clothes that only add the look, billowing sleeves and bell bottom yoga like pants. Ancient Aztecs is the theme this yearWho the hell are the Aztecs anyways? A bunch of bloodthirsty cannibals? Well at least they knew their beauty.She adorns the lush green forest and the golden temples, the intricate designs etched into the side. It kind of reminds her of the Capitol a bit, except that the color is in the buildings and not the freakish people. She has to give them props though for creating such a beautiful place. She wouldn't mind dying there. When she imagines fighting the Arena with all of the snakes and other creepy animals, she realizes something.
“I haven't been training in a while!”exclaiming as she jets up, almost falling over from getting up to fast. The blood's rushing down from her head is causing spots to come alive and dance in her eyes. She leans on the couch to stop herself from falling over.OK maybe a trip to the infirmary first.She slips on her shoes as she opens her glass door and walks out to the gym.
The day is beautiful, clear shining blue sky, brisk fresh air, and the sun hangs high in the sky. Damn it why does it have to be so brightFrancesca uses her bangs to substitute for sunglasses, only adding to the ethereal ghastly appearance. She runs into the gym and goes to the infirmary. Getting some blood back into her body she finally returns to a somewhat normal color. She couldn't even look at the blood bag or else she would've ripped it open. “I'm I really getting that bad?”she asks nothing“Well depends on how you look at bad”Ignatius replied coming from around the corner.
Francesca, still upset with him, got up and started to walk into the actual training enter.“We'll talk about it when I get home. I don't want to talk right now.” she tells him as she turns her head to look back at him. “Wow a civilized response for once.” he laughs as he walks out of the center. She enters the gym to see it mostly empty. The coaches are there of course. They're always there, Frannie's pretty sure that they live there sometimes. She shakes those thought out of her head and heads to one of her favorite stations, the throwing knives. Picking up the finely sharpened blades she feels like herself again. The knife being an extension of her arm as she practices the motion again. Twisting her hips and body as she brings her arm down, it all feels natural to her.
She throws the first one and misses. Cursing under her breath she picks up more knives and throws again, missing time after time. After about 20 minutes of throwing she finally gets back in the groove, but when the last knife is about the hit the bulls-eye some girl comes u and grabs it, not even cutting herself.“You really suck you know that?” the girl replies rudeness and superiority fills her voice as she twirls the knife between her fingers.