Grueling Tasks (Olivia and Matthew)
Nov 3, 2014 17:08:20 GMT -5
Post by * on Nov 3, 2014 17:08:20 GMT -5
Deep set, dark eyes glare heavily into the corner of the training center. Her light brown locks curling around her face move very gentle as she keeps bent over, her breaths heavy and uneven. "Give me a minute." She says outloud to the trainer in front of her. With flushed cheeks, she's giving it everything she has not to back down from this spar but her trainer for the day is the same asshole who merely trains her in order to keep a full schedule down pat.
"Ain't got time for you to break every time I turn around. It's all or nothing, Revenue. Mr. O'Rourke isn't here for you today. If you want to be trained, you'll do as I say. Throwing a punch in five seconds."
"A minute.." She demands, gritting through her teeth as she stands up straight and wipes her brow of the sweat before she suddenly gets the wind knocked out of her, a glove going straight to her middle, completely unprepared. A sudden gasp of pain and shock as she chokes out a cough as the trainer shakes his head.
"Warned you. You need to be on your game if you wish to compete in the next pre-games, kid. You are no where near ready." He taunts her and hits his gloves together again. "Up. Don't keep me waiting, Revenue. You wanted to spar, now... spar!"
"I'm done with you. Man, I'm tired. I wanted a spar.. not a beat down. You're no trainer. YOu're just some sorry good-for nothing..." She shuts her mouth and pushes her way past the man as she goes to get her water bottle, pullling the gloves off her hands and letting them drop, leaving a trail as to where she was going.
"If you can't hack it, you're no better than your brother..." He calls out after her, obviously aware of what's happened to the family. The guy is hardly any older than her, somewhere in his twenties, but his mannerisms isn't exactly trainer material.
"Shut the fuck up..." She whispers out as she grabs her bottle of water and sits down. Again, her breaths havn't returned to normal just yet, but at least the pain in her middle is gone from the sudden hit. "Asshole.." She mumbles as she looks around the room and notices one of the trainer managers. Instantly, she's on her feet as she walks over to him and pardons herself from the conversation she's interrupting with a young person.
"I need someone else. Bryan just isn't working out for me. He... won't train me. He's just using his position to attack me. I'm learning nothing from him. Find me someone else. Please?" She begs the older man.
"Ain't got time for you to break every time I turn around. It's all or nothing, Revenue. Mr. O'Rourke isn't here for you today. If you want to be trained, you'll do as I say. Throwing a punch in five seconds."
"A minute.." She demands, gritting through her teeth as she stands up straight and wipes her brow of the sweat before she suddenly gets the wind knocked out of her, a glove going straight to her middle, completely unprepared. A sudden gasp of pain and shock as she chokes out a cough as the trainer shakes his head.
"Warned you. You need to be on your game if you wish to compete in the next pre-games, kid. You are no where near ready." He taunts her and hits his gloves together again. "Up. Don't keep me waiting, Revenue. You wanted to spar, now... spar!"
"I'm done with you. Man, I'm tired. I wanted a spar.. not a beat down. You're no trainer. YOu're just some sorry good-for nothing..." She shuts her mouth and pushes her way past the man as she goes to get her water bottle, pullling the gloves off her hands and letting them drop, leaving a trail as to where she was going.
"If you can't hack it, you're no better than your brother..." He calls out after her, obviously aware of what's happened to the family. The guy is hardly any older than her, somewhere in his twenties, but his mannerisms isn't exactly trainer material.
"Shut the fuck up..." She whispers out as she grabs her bottle of water and sits down. Again, her breaths havn't returned to normal just yet, but at least the pain in her middle is gone from the sudden hit. "Asshole.." She mumbles as she looks around the room and notices one of the trainer managers. Instantly, she's on her feet as she walks over to him and pardons herself from the conversation she's interrupting with a young person.
"I need someone else. Bryan just isn't working out for me. He... won't train me. He's just using his position to attack me. I'm learning nothing from him. Find me someone else. Please?" She begs the older man.
