Early bird ( Micahhh)
Dec 5, 2013 19:09:37 GMT -5
Post by Dylan189 on Dec 5, 2013 19:09:37 GMT -5
Mark struggles outta bed, another restless night under his belt. Sleep has been a problem to come by for a long time with Mark, since he was 7 he had troubles sleeping after his father died. His last few words haunted Antony with every step he takes. Trying desperately to forget them every morning Mark would get up at five a.m. and go for a walk. After breakfast alone at the table Mark goes into his brothers and sisters rooms and tucks them in once again as he had done the night before. His sister Flavia was awake and asks" Where are you going big bubu?"
Antony smiles down at his little 5 year old sister. " Don't worry about it. Te amo parvulum.(meaning i love you little one) Now back to sleep okay?" Mark says, giving her a kiss on the forehead just before leaving the room. Today Mark was in no mood for a walk. He had the urge to train, this was not unusual for Mark, he lived to be the best, but secretly not for the games. Mark had a funny way of thinking of things. 'If I'm thrown into the arena, so be it. But why would I volunteer if it was unnecessary? Sure glory and honor are nice and all, but family that's what I like.'
Instead of walking along the edge of the fence today, Mark went to the training center. Its about a 30 minuet walk from his house to the center. Along the way, Mark practices ways to twist words, into something fun and deceitful. Of course Marks way with words would only affect those he did not like. Most of the Careers seem to not like Mark. But there were a few. Of course Mark like the rest was argent when it came to some things. But, others, he seemed argent for the way he worded things. Mark accepted this, for it was true he sounded argent. Just a few days ago during training hours, he announced to everyone in class the meaning of Antony. Worthy of praise, praise me. He said this half joking as a response to another careers insult to him. This of course was argent, but part of a plan that went his way.
Mark set eyes on the center and walked through the front door. Most people are never here this early, its how Mark liked it, nice and quiet. The big building opened up into an amazing square room, that took up most of the building, the beams were coated with silver, and every now and again a hint of gold.
This room was all to familiar to Mark. Right away he knew he was alone. He walks over to the swords, grabbing two of equal length. But he is not satisfied. These ones weigh to much. Mark learned, to wield two swords effectively you must start with a specific weight of the two swords, and stick with it your whole training career. After a few minuets of picking and choosing he finds his set and goes to work on a dummy. The sword in his right hand, coming down across its chest area. The other coming from a low right cutting deep along the waist line. Hit after hit, continuing to strike the dummy. All that he could think of was 'instituo'.
Antony smiles down at his little 5 year old sister. " Don't worry about it. Te amo parvulum.(meaning i love you little one) Now back to sleep okay?" Mark says, giving her a kiss on the forehead just before leaving the room. Today Mark was in no mood for a walk. He had the urge to train, this was not unusual for Mark, he lived to be the best, but secretly not for the games. Mark had a funny way of thinking of things. 'If I'm thrown into the arena, so be it. But why would I volunteer if it was unnecessary? Sure glory and honor are nice and all, but family that's what I like.'
Instead of walking along the edge of the fence today, Mark went to the training center. Its about a 30 minuet walk from his house to the center. Along the way, Mark practices ways to twist words, into something fun and deceitful. Of course Marks way with words would only affect those he did not like. Most of the Careers seem to not like Mark. But there were a few. Of course Mark like the rest was argent when it came to some things. But, others, he seemed argent for the way he worded things. Mark accepted this, for it was true he sounded argent. Just a few days ago during training hours, he announced to everyone in class the meaning of Antony. Worthy of praise, praise me. He said this half joking as a response to another careers insult to him. This of course was argent, but part of a plan that went his way.
Mark set eyes on the center and walked through the front door. Most people are never here this early, its how Mark liked it, nice and quiet. The big building opened up into an amazing square room, that took up most of the building, the beams were coated with silver, and every now and again a hint of gold.
This room was all to familiar to Mark. Right away he knew he was alone. He walks over to the swords, grabbing two of equal length. But he is not satisfied. These ones weigh to much. Mark learned, to wield two swords effectively you must start with a specific weight of the two swords, and stick with it your whole training career. After a few minuets of picking and choosing he finds his set and goes to work on a dummy. The sword in his right hand, coming down across its chest area. The other coming from a low right cutting deep along the waist line. Hit after hit, continuing to strike the dummy. All that he could think of was 'instituo'.
