we're the gladiators- adaira lynsen {OPEN}
Mar 24, 2015 10:43:03 GMT -5
Post by moon(stone) on Mar 24, 2015 10:43:03 GMT -5
but in all chaos there is calculation
dropping glasses just to hear them break
In the morning, the sky had been dark, threatening rain. Now it was raining- and not just raining, pouring. Raindrops were spattering on the roof of the school, and they were very nearly louder than the bell.
I stepped outside. The cold would have been biting, but I was wearing my coat, and it had panels that warmed up the jacket for you. I pulled out my powder blue umbrella, shook it, and pushed it open.
Everyone else was dispersing. There were so many umbrellas, mostly in bright colors, so it looked like a candy shop. The umbrellas were designed to repel rain. I could have walked across the street under the swarms of them without getting wet at all.
Today was training. A majority of umbrellas were bobbing across the street for Games practice. I could hear snatches of conversation from the side.
"Well Ryder put up a good fight," someone said. "I would pick the male from two to win."
The 69th games were getting well along. In the foyer of the training center, the twin televisions displayed Games analysis on one and the actual Games on the other. I had ran so as to not be late. I walked into the changing room to put on my training clothes. Today I was working on my knife-throwing skills.
Knife-throwing was one of my favorite things to train. I couldn't bowhunt nearly as well as I could use the smaller projectiles. I lined up at the target and picked up some gleaming throwing knives. If- no, when- I got into the Games, I would run for them. I would give people a quick, stealthy death. Now if only I could master them.
The trainer said that we would be tested today. There were occasional "pop quizzes" when two kids at the same level practicing the same skills would be in competition. I had a feeling that this would be a hard one. The rain pounded in the back of my mind as I ran my thumb over the wide blade of the knife.
My challenger stood up on the mat next to me.
dropping glasses just to hear them break
In the morning, the sky had been dark, threatening rain. Now it was raining- and not just raining, pouring. Raindrops were spattering on the roof of the school, and they were very nearly louder than the bell.
I stepped outside. The cold would have been biting, but I was wearing my coat, and it had panels that warmed up the jacket for you. I pulled out my powder blue umbrella, shook it, and pushed it open.
Everyone else was dispersing. There were so many umbrellas, mostly in bright colors, so it looked like a candy shop. The umbrellas were designed to repel rain. I could have walked across the street under the swarms of them without getting wet at all.
Today was training. A majority of umbrellas were bobbing across the street for Games practice. I could hear snatches of conversation from the side.
"Well Ryder put up a good fight," someone said. "I would pick the male from two to win."
The 69th games were getting well along. In the foyer of the training center, the twin televisions displayed Games analysis on one and the actual Games on the other. I had ran so as to not be late. I walked into the changing room to put on my training clothes. Today I was working on my knife-throwing skills.
Knife-throwing was one of my favorite things to train. I couldn't bowhunt nearly as well as I could use the smaller projectiles. I lined up at the target and picked up some gleaming throwing knives. If- no, when- I got into the Games, I would run for them. I would give people a quick, stealthy death. Now if only I could master them.
The trainer said that we would be tested today. There were occasional "pop quizzes" when two kids at the same level practicing the same skills would be in competition. I had a feeling that this would be a hard one. The rain pounded in the back of my mind as I ran my thumb over the wide blade of the knife.
My challenger stood up on the mat next to me.
