Who Will Ride This Dying Carousel? {KiritoXAsher}
Jun 5, 2015 19:59:22 GMT -5
Post by Asher Rainer d7m {Royal} on Jun 5, 2015 19:59:22 GMT -5
Something beautiful
This could be a while. Asher had been throwing these knives for a little over an hour, and each and every time they hit the target, bouncing off. He seemed to be getting the handle of aiming correctly, but his hand kept slipping, his sweaty hands releasing the knives at wrong angles, making them not penetrate the target.
He threw one more, this time, Asher actually managed to stick the knife in the target, but nowhere near the middle of the target. Asher sighed, and went to his belt to grab another. His large meaty fingers find no weapons at his belt, and looks at the floor under the target, which holds at least 19 knives, all of them bouncing off the target uselessly.
Asher began strolling over to them, bending over to pick them up. Loading the knives back into his belt, he sighs and stands, his belt loaded down with the knives once again. He takes a quick glance at the knife that had actually hit the target.
Asher took pride that he had actually done something with these strips of sharp metal. He decided to leave it in the target, no matter how far away the actual knife to the target was. Turning on his heel, he takes a few steps back to the throwing position.
Asher reared his hand back, the knife already in it. His arm flexes as he throws, the knife flipping through the air at quite a decent speed. At first Asher took pride in this throw, but then realized how reckless it was... and missed the target completely, and kept flying for another four or five feet before sticking in the ground vertically, inches away from the foot of another tribute.
Asher takes a jog to retrieve the knife, bending down to pick it up, not wanting to look at the face of the fellow tribute that he had almost stuck with a throwing knife. As he lifted his head up, he saw the face of the lone tribute from District 11. Kirito, Asher remembered.
"Uh, sorry..." Asher said sincerely. "That was a complete accident, I swear."
ASHER RAINER
or something free?
or something free?
This could be a while. Asher had been throwing these knives for a little over an hour, and each and every time they hit the target, bouncing off. He seemed to be getting the handle of aiming correctly, but his hand kept slipping, his sweaty hands releasing the knives at wrong angles, making them not penetrate the target.
He threw one more, this time, Asher actually managed to stick the knife in the target, but nowhere near the middle of the target. Asher sighed, and went to his belt to grab another. His large meaty fingers find no weapons at his belt, and looks at the floor under the target, which holds at least 19 knives, all of them bouncing off the target uselessly.
Asher began strolling over to them, bending over to pick them up. Loading the knives back into his belt, he sighs and stands, his belt loaded down with the knives once again. He takes a quick glance at the knife that had actually hit the target.
Asher took pride that he had actually done something with these strips of sharp metal. He decided to leave it in the target, no matter how far away the actual knife to the target was. Turning on his heel, he takes a few steps back to the throwing position.
Asher reared his hand back, the knife already in it. His arm flexes as he throws, the knife flipping through the air at quite a decent speed. At first Asher took pride in this throw, but then realized how reckless it was... and missed the target completely, and kept flying for another four or five feet before sticking in the ground vertically, inches away from the foot of another tribute.
Asher takes a jog to retrieve the knife, bending down to pick it up, not wanting to look at the face of the fellow tribute that he had almost stuck with a throwing knife. As he lifted his head up, he saw the face of the lone tribute from District 11. Kirito, Asher remembered.
"Uh, sorry..." Asher said sincerely. "That was a complete accident, I swear."