Lethal. {Career RP}
Jun 5, 2013 13:45:21 GMT -5
Post by potterlocked on Jun 5, 2013 13:45:21 GMT -5
Xelia~;
"Xelia!" There it was again. her father's voice, piercing the air, through the sleepy silence. Normally Xelia loved hearing that voice, the one that always told her she was perfect, that cheered her on in Training, and belonged to the only person in the world she knew that she loved. But not this morning. Xelia pulled the covers farther over her head and didn't answer, hoping that he would just leave her alone. "Xelia!" Nope, of course not. Sighing, she lifted her quilted blankets over her small body and pushed them off of her. She found herself gazing at the ceiling, almost mesmerized by the color of the paint. It wasn't green, but it wasn't yellow, either. It was ugly, she knew that much. But she suddenly couldn't figure out exactly what color it was. She saw every single day, but this was the first time she had actually seen it. Maybe it was just one of those things that you saw all the time and never thought twice about. Maybe- "Xelia!" This time, she could hear footsteps coming down the hall, and Xelia sighed again whilst pulling herself into a sitting position. She must really need to get up if she was starting to think about paint colors. "I'm up, I'm up..." she mumbled, and heard the footsteps begin to retreat again. Xelia stood and peered at the calender above her bedside table. Oh yeah, it was saturday! Filled with renewed energy, Xelia skipped to her closet and dressed in a typical Training outfit. Today was going to be fun, she was sure of it.
After she had dressed and showered, Xelia headed to the kitchen for her usual 'balanced' breakfast that consisted of a granola bar and an apple. The Winterbournes weren't particularly wealthy, and although they did do well for a family of only two, there wern't many other options if you wanted to stay in tip top shape. But... that didn't mean she had to like it. When I'm a victor, I'll never eat apples ever again. Her father asked her if there was anything else she needed, and she said no with a smirk. All she needed was her mind, body, and the wonderful weapons that the Academy provided. She could already feel the handle of her favorite axe in her hand and hear the sounds of swords clanging in the background, echoing through the halls and her head. She visualized the target in front of her, and heard the satisfying thunk of teh axe as she hit it dead on. Perfect, just as always. She lived for those moments.
The walk to the Academy was as uneventful as usual, although she did get an earful of the quarrelsome couple down the street yelling at each other. Smirking to herself at the useless things 'normal' people bothered themselves with, Xelia kicked at the dust on the path. She found the red cloud that billowed around her quite beautiful. Most of the time she wouldn't let such a ordinary thing become the focus of her attention, but what could she say, she was feeling sentimental today. As she approached the Academy, she felt the familiar rush of excitement and adrenaline flow through her. This was her favorite place in the world. She peeked through the large window in the front, and saw that the Trainers were already warming up. They better. she thought smugly. Without any hesitation, she pushed open the doors and felt the all too welcome whoosh of air conditioned air hit her. The Trainers hardly paid her any attention as she flew past tehm and over to the other end of the room to the battle station. This is what she lived for. And what 23 others would die for.
After she had dressed and showered, Xelia headed to the kitchen for her usual 'balanced' breakfast that consisted of a granola bar and an apple. The Winterbournes weren't particularly wealthy, and although they did do well for a family of only two, there wern't many other options if you wanted to stay in tip top shape. But... that didn't mean she had to like it. When I'm a victor, I'll never eat apples ever again. Her father asked her if there was anything else she needed, and she said no with a smirk. All she needed was her mind, body, and the wonderful weapons that the Academy provided. She could already feel the handle of her favorite axe in her hand and hear the sounds of swords clanging in the background, echoing through the halls and her head. She visualized the target in front of her, and heard the satisfying thunk of teh axe as she hit it dead on. Perfect, just as always. She lived for those moments.
The walk to the Academy was as uneventful as usual, although she did get an earful of the quarrelsome couple down the street yelling at each other. Smirking to herself at the useless things 'normal' people bothered themselves with, Xelia kicked at the dust on the path. She found the red cloud that billowed around her quite beautiful. Most of the time she wouldn't let such a ordinary thing become the focus of her attention, but what could she say, she was feeling sentimental today. As she approached the Academy, she felt the familiar rush of excitement and adrenaline flow through her. This was her favorite place in the world. She peeked through the large window in the front, and saw that the Trainers were already warming up. They better. she thought smugly. Without any hesitation, she pushed open the doors and felt the all too welcome whoosh of air conditioned air hit her. The Trainers hardly paid her any attention as she flew past tehm and over to the other end of the room to the battle station. This is what she lived for. And what 23 others would die for.
