bouncing betty [open]
Jul 7, 2015 20:34:35 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jul 7, 2015 20:34:35 GMT -5
h a d e s r i o t
The packet of warmth in his hand was the reason for the smile on his face. He gazed down at the freshly fried potato strips and he felt his stomach jump with anticipation, but he refrained his free hand from diving in, his self control growing weaker and weaker with every step. He told himself that he would wait, wait until he was perched on the cement wall over looking the ocean, his favourite place to eat before training. Ugh. Training. He often wandered why he put up with it, until he remember, that despite his size and shape, he was untraditionally elegant in the way that his coordination was on point. His instructor- the first time he entered the building- had rolled his eyes and said that this would be the first and the last time they would be going through this, he had said that gymnastics wasn't the sport for Hades... and it had hurt the boy, but he didn't show it, his bright eyes shone ever brighter and e had thrown his packet of crisp chips in the bin, wiping his thick hands down his shirt leaving a trail of oil. "Well lets make it fun than," he had chirped racing into the centre of the room where he performed what was supposed to be a summersault- instead he looked like a bloated cow. But never to mind cause the boy got back up, his eyes flashing with a new determination.
Rings.
Bouncing on the balls of his heels he had dashed over to the rings, his short arms reach for the loops which seemed to dangle that little bit to high- giving the impression that he was a well fed puppy eager to play. The instructor had walked over then, his face still dancing with a range of many emotions as he squatted down, wrapping his arms around the boys wide frame and lifting his off the ground. Hades fingers had closed around the rings but as soon as the instructor had stepped away the residue from his earlier snack proved to be his downfall and the boy had crashed to the ground, his legs not able to hold his weight as it came flying at him making his whole body hit the earth uncomfortably.
but it didn't keep him down for long cause the next thing he was doing was running over to the thin beam in the room. He reaches i and looks to his instructor. "Boy i don't think that is the-" but he doesnt get to finish cause hades is already climbing onto the thin pice of foam. He stands tall and is body doesnt falter as he takes a step forwards and another and another and then he spins, his usually awkardly fomr spinning elegantly as his feet move as though they had been doing the steps for years.
And that was why Hades trained. He trained because he was a prodigy. He was a nartal on the beam, his form was perfect his moved were dangerous and despite everything, he loved it. He may complain about going, he may grumble and whine but that was just a chore almost, because he loved the way his body would feel so light, it was like all his fat had just melted away.
Suddenly the chips in his hands were forgotten as he reached the cement wall. It was a rather thin wall almost like a beam, and he placed his fries on the ground before walking over to it, removing his shoes and doing his starter pose, hands in the air, smiling to all the judges, before stepping onto the beam, his body moved on its own, his hands out before him as he twirled through the air, his fat jiggeling slightly as he landed hard.
He was a swan.