t h e a l l i a n c e a n d t h e r i v a l s(arya+ghosty)
Sept 23, 2014 17:52:38 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Sept 23, 2014 17:52:38 GMT -5
Cygnet Marsh
I guess that this is the time. The time that I start to train again after reaping. Still I don't care if D4 wins or they die in the fucking bloodbath. I just don't care. The only time I would if I was there, smiling and waving for the camera's like all tributes, knowing that that their second hand is ticking, and soon it must reach the last tick.
But the thing is, the anger that I hold for not it helps me focus for that year, and I honestly need all of the focus, so I don't fucking die when I get the chance. As suspected, the centre was empty, as those morbid one's watched as people die. And the smart one's preventing from dying when they get the chance. I relax immediately as I pick up a throwing axe, and throw with all the anger. Miss. Bugger.
I breathe out, and step back, before picking up the next two axes. I throw them both at the same time, and both hit the floor next to the dummy. I stop throwing and shout into the air, "What's wrong with me!" I almost regret saying that as everyone in the room turns, and a trainer starts to move towards me. To stop him in his tracks I pick up the axe, and throw it right in the middle of the dummies chest. Fuck yeah.
