i will keep quiet {ashara}
Apr 20, 2015 12:38:14 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Apr 20, 2015 12:38:14 GMT -5
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Tawny Blythe
Tawny Blythe
Even when the sky is grey, I go outside, merely to feel the air brush past me. Like all the moves in dancing does to me, it gives me the feeling of flight. Like the namesake that my parents gave to me, a graceful owl is no good not flying, They simply cannot survive without flight. No food, no nothing, and slowly, they will starve. Whatever happens, they cannot do a thing unless they take to the sky, where they are free to go wherever they wish. Be it the Capitol for power, or District 4 to let the sea breeze take them. Or, for Ripred knows reason, to District 12, but lets be honest, who would ever want to go there out of choice? I certainly wouldn't, what ever tried to make me go. Unless I won the Games, then I would happily go, as I would be above (almost) every single person there.
And today, I'm going to practise both, how to win the Games, and how to take flight. Although, for a change, not at the same time. Normally, I use dance to beat my opponents in fights, a spin to throw off their attacks, a kick from within that spin to shock them, allowing me to win easily. But the last time I tried to do that, to beat someone with dance, I failed. I merely drew against Adaira, although no doubt skilled, everyone knew that I failed in beating someone in a weapon they weren't as comfortable with. A weakened opponent. And worst of all, my brother Heron was there to gloat, every single fucking second. 'Oh Tawny, I didn't hear you lost a fight. Oh wait, I refereed it!' And the reply from me usually contained the words 'off' and 'fuck'. Can you guess which way they went round? I really struggled working that one out.
The training center loomed in front of me, but not heading into the front entrance, but to the rear. Where no one would be waiting to no doubt joke about me "drawing" a fight. Normally, "How the fuck do you draw a first blood fight? Because that's really impressive. Even I couldn't do that," walking off with a laugh back at me. That gets on your nerves more than you can imagine, the feelings that you're keeping inside so they won't beat you senseless for being a complete bitch by snapping back at them. It's not worth the effort, and the pain to try and get one up on them. Trust me, I tried that a couple of years ago, and a broken nose and collarbone were (luckily) the injuries I got. It was complete luck that one of the tutors inside decided to go and smoke up at the right time.
I enter through the back, trying to hide from all of the faces that are around the center at this time of late morning. And not heading out into the main atrium full of every single training murderer, I go down one of the little side corridors, into a classroom where they were teaching how to use fire in combat. It's a rerun of a rerun, and thankful of that, as it was full the last few times, hardly anyone was inside the room when I entered. I sat myself right at the back, where the light barely reached my face. I was a ghost to the rest of the class, the shadows being a part of me. But the tutor saw me, and waved. "Nice to see you Tawny!" I scowl back, and the class slowly starts to fill, and someone collapses down next to me. I mutter to the person next to me, "Don;t piss me off, y'hear?" And then the class gets under-way, my eyes wandering from either the posters on the wall, to the lesson going on in front of me. I just hope that somewhere in the lesson there's a practical side. I can't wait to see something burn.
words: six hundred and sixty six
And today, I'm going to practise both, how to win the Games, and how to take flight. Although, for a change, not at the same time. Normally, I use dance to beat my opponents in fights, a spin to throw off their attacks, a kick from within that spin to shock them, allowing me to win easily. But the last time I tried to do that, to beat someone with dance, I failed. I merely drew against Adaira, although no doubt skilled, everyone knew that I failed in beating someone in a weapon they weren't as comfortable with. A weakened opponent. And worst of all, my brother Heron was there to gloat, every single fucking second. 'Oh Tawny, I didn't hear you lost a fight. Oh wait, I refereed it!' And the reply from me usually contained the words 'off' and 'fuck'. Can you guess which way they went round? I really struggled working that one out.
The training center loomed in front of me, but not heading into the front entrance, but to the rear. Where no one would be waiting to no doubt joke about me "drawing" a fight. Normally, "How the fuck do you draw a first blood fight? Because that's really impressive. Even I couldn't do that," walking off with a laugh back at me. That gets on your nerves more than you can imagine, the feelings that you're keeping inside so they won't beat you senseless for being a complete bitch by snapping back at them. It's not worth the effort, and the pain to try and get one up on them. Trust me, I tried that a couple of years ago, and a broken nose and collarbone were (luckily) the injuries I got. It was complete luck that one of the tutors inside decided to go and smoke up at the right time.
I enter through the back, trying to hide from all of the faces that are around the center at this time of late morning. And not heading out into the main atrium full of every single training murderer, I go down one of the little side corridors, into a classroom where they were teaching how to use fire in combat. It's a rerun of a rerun, and thankful of that, as it was full the last few times, hardly anyone was inside the room when I entered. I sat myself right at the back, where the light barely reached my face. I was a ghost to the rest of the class, the shadows being a part of me. But the tutor saw me, and waved. "Nice to see you Tawny!" I scowl back, and the class slowly starts to fill, and someone collapses down next to me. I mutter to the person next to me, "Don;t piss me off, y'hear?" And then the class gets under-way, my eyes wandering from either the posters on the wall, to the lesson going on in front of me. I just hope that somewhere in the lesson there's a practical side. I can't wait to see something burn.
words: six hundred and sixty six
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