Career's Don't Cry (Lilyquist)
Dec 17, 2013 0:42:30 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Dec 17, 2013 0:42:30 GMT -5
Ruth(less) Foster
Age Sixteen
District One
A new orphan's cries fill the entire household, just as it did every night a kid joins the career foster home. The first time when Ruthless was twelve couldn't help but go nurture the weak soul. She never cried herself when first arriving, but her tears had ran out. As she creaked open the door, Mr. Foster grabbed the tiny shoulder and yanked her away. The door was slammed shut and Ruthless first discovered her foster father's violence...and her craving for pain. Still she's curled up tonight, with no desire for a beating. Usually after a few hours they cry themselves to sleep, but tonight it lasts until the sun rises.
As soon as the light shines through the window Ruthless is upon her feet and dressed. The cries were finally subsiding, but she knew if she fell asleep now she'd be sleeping all day. A nice long training and then an even longer nap. Sounds perfect to her, though her eyes will still heavy. At least the lack of time the sun had to warm up the earth made the walk extremely cold. Ruthless began running, enjoying the burn the cold air brings to her lungs, making her go even faster. By the time she hits the gym she's heaving for air with her hands on her knees. Still felt good though.
With gym clothes already covering her, Ruthless only has to wait for the worker to check out a weapon to train with. "You're up early Ruthless." The old man, Mr. Green, greets with a smile. He's been keeping track of all of the weapons since the sixteen year old career first joined; that was six years ago. Not once has a weapon gone missing or into the wrong hands, and he even trust a large handful to practice outside. Of course Ruthless was one of them.
"Another new Foster." Ruthless informs, and Mr. Green's face goes down in sorrow. He doesn't even have to ask for her to give the information on the newbie. "Twelve year old, little princess to." She laughs even though the young girl was to grieving over her loses. "She's in for a real treat." Mr. Green's face turns to disapproval as he gives a head shake. Ruthless shrugs. "By my age she might be a tough career." They both laugh despite of the circumstance.
Ruthless was the only young girl to join the foster home and not have a tough time being forced into transforming into a career; except for a girl that was older then her. Joined when she was nine, but was already a trained career. No tears shed for her either. They were now harsh competitors.
"Thanks." Ruthless gave her ID and is given her bow and arrows. Her ID's moved to the weapon's shelf to keep track of who has what weapon. If anything's stolen it's on them. She makes her way out, ready to get her anger over lack of sleep out on some targets. Three lay in a row, with no occupiers due to the early hour. Ruthless stands in position and begins her routine of doing three bullseye's in under a minute.
The noise of giggles breaks off Ruthless's last bullseye. Quickly she turns to the noise, with her bow still in position and an arrow ready for aim within a few seconds. Two young wannabe careers. How annoying. Were they laughing at her? Over admiration of the good aim, or to make fun of her? Either way Ruthless didn't care. Their giggles were ringing in her ears, giving her a headache, and screwing with her aim. She shoots an arrow into the tree located behind the two kids, a foot above them. They stopped laughing as soon as she pointed her arrow to them, but now they were frightened.
"Scat!" Ruthless orders angrily and they quickly run off. She turns back and makes up for her earlier mistake. A sigh fills the air with a frozen cloud. Another round of three in a row. More noise comes from behind her, predicting the kids have returned, Ruthless turns to it with her bow and arrow at the ready. A redhead much older then the two from earlier, is training. She lowers her bow and extends her eyebrows up. Finally someone my age.
