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Cato
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I wish Cato didnt die

Animosity [Kire] Aug 21, 2014 20:03:24 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Aug 21, 2014 20:03:24 GMT -5

Leo Pine
cause you search for years
but you lose everything you find

I'm trying to get the image of that guy sticking his tongue out at me, but it's more difficult than it should be. Why should I let something so stupid get to me? He beat me in a race big whoop. If I get my hands on him on we'll see what kind of mood I'll be in. I'd love to rip out his tongue and feed it to him if he dare tries to insult me again. Losing the race is a fluke. Give me one more run and I will wipe the floor with any of those who competed with me. Some shrimp asked if the stylists were with me. Like what the hell does that mean? Even worse some girl from my district winked at me. I'm not sure what to make of the behavior of my former competitors. Were they trying to distract me in order to beat me? I hope their actions didn't cause any drop in effort from me.

I see that unwise guy who insulted me. The possibilities of our confrontation should be intriguing. "Hey wise guy. What the hell was that tongue thing back in the race?" My breathing picks up speed in my fit of rage. It's taking everything I have in me not to beat the crap out of him. I won't exactly admit it to him personally, but his insult to me makes my blood boil. If the situation was reversed there is no way I'd insult him like that. Losing is bad enough. I already want to go back to the hellhole that is my district. This place is way too fancy for me. All I want to do is fight and this poor soul will be my first victim here.

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thinking about thonking

Animosity [Kire] Aug 21, 2014 21:31:48 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Aug 21, 2014 21:31:48 GMT -5

Does, Says, Thinks

He skittered down the street, looking for ways to cause mischief. It was ridiculously boring, this place and these people, they weren't about having fun they were about winning. In truth winning is fun, but the fact that people were always so upset when they lost was boring and typical. He lost the running race, but he still had fun anyway. It's not about the winning - though he would have liked to win, there was still time - it's about taking the opportunity to make your own fun, and hell if he wasn't good at that. Like the boy, the one who came in last, or close enough as makes no difference, the one he had stuck his tongue out at. That was fun, he made his own entertainment even as the world watched him.

That's when the boy from before showed up. "Hey wise guy. What the hell was that tongue thing back in the race?" Amusement rushed into his features like blood into the other boy's face. He stuck out his tongue at the boy again, screwing up his face to make the expression even more mocking. If this boy thought he was going to be intimidated by a larger person then he was sadly mistaken. Growing up in a houshold of older brothers really kills the fear of a larger frame. It was how he knew his strength in speed and agility, and it was how he got so good at running.

He moved around the older boy on light feet, making faces. "Don't you know what making faces is?" He stuck his thumbs in his ears and waved his hands like an idiot. "Let me teach you, I'm the best at it." If the boy was going to try and grab him, he was ready. There was no way that this boy could catch him, not when most of his family couldn't get anywhere near him. Finally something fun to do.