Having A Browse [Jack]
Jul 8, 2015 14:37:40 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jul 8, 2015 14:37:40 GMT -5
Alfan Cryer
Stepping out of the house, I’d be met by a reasonably cool day. Finally, the air is becoming less humid, more pleasant for training however today a day off . Thankfully I am able to get free from the chaotic life inside the house for the day. I haven’t exactly planned on what I am going to do although father suggests I sought to get new clothes, as my current attire was becoming too small for me. After all, all this training is beginning to bulk me up a bit more. My usually shorts and shirt combination were becoming a bit too childish.
Following the catastrophic day of my first time in the career training, I have still continued to go back. Slowly I’ve slithered out of being the kid who got punched in the face and kicked a lad in the balls, I’ve gained a few training partners. Even though I ended up giving a kid a black eye and swiping a boy down to the ground (giving him a sprained ankle), both were considered foul moves but quickly people forgot about it. Everything my dad taught me has gone out of the window, I’ve learnt much more at the centre in these past weeks, than what he taught me in those years. For sure I’ll never go back to his useless shite.
Wandering into the heart of District Two, I had no clue where I would buy these clothes, my mother usually does it. Despite her lack of brains, she is quite good at picking out the best style of clothing. Placing my hands into my pockets, I’d stroll into the market. Bustled with swarms of people, it was hard for me to check out what was on the stalls. Glancing to one, it contained ’Decorative Swords’ Placed into glass cabinets, so they could be hung up above a fireplace. What use is a weapon when it is a piece of furniture?
Other stalls are stocked with bizarre memorabilia for the current games, posters, knitted dolls of each of the tributes. A few figurines of the tributes with weapons, some are set out like they’re fighting each other. I couldn’t imagine myself being created into a doll, If was I want thirty percent of whatever money they earn.
Shifting through the crowds, the only stalls which were selling clothes are tack. Exact replicates to what the Capitol wear. I don’t want to look like those idiots. Spinning around I’d decide to leave the market, until one stall caught my eye. Another decorative weapon stall however this time something catches my eye. Placed perfectly in the middle is a steel long sword, with a nice rounded sphere pommel. Wandering over to the stall, the sword wasn’t in a glass cabinet. Running my finger across the blade, it was blunt of course but with a touch of work to it, it could be a real weapon.
Contemplating on whether I should buy it, I’d give into my conscious and begin to haggle with the seller.
Following the catastrophic day of my first time in the career training, I have still continued to go back. Slowly I’ve slithered out of being the kid who got punched in the face and kicked a lad in the balls, I’ve gained a few training partners. Even though I ended up giving a kid a black eye and swiping a boy down to the ground (giving him a sprained ankle), both were considered foul moves but quickly people forgot about it. Everything my dad taught me has gone out of the window, I’ve learnt much more at the centre in these past weeks, than what he taught me in those years. For sure I’ll never go back to his useless shite.
Wandering into the heart of District Two, I had no clue where I would buy these clothes, my mother usually does it. Despite her lack of brains, she is quite good at picking out the best style of clothing. Placing my hands into my pockets, I’d stroll into the market. Bustled with swarms of people, it was hard for me to check out what was on the stalls. Glancing to one, it contained ’Decorative Swords’ Placed into glass cabinets, so they could be hung up above a fireplace. What use is a weapon when it is a piece of furniture?
Other stalls are stocked with bizarre memorabilia for the current games, posters, knitted dolls of each of the tributes. A few figurines of the tributes with weapons, some are set out like they’re fighting each other. I couldn’t imagine myself being created into a doll, If was I want thirty percent of whatever money they earn.
Shifting through the crowds, the only stalls which were selling clothes are tack. Exact replicates to what the Capitol wear. I don’t want to look like those idiots. Spinning around I’d decide to leave the market, until one stall caught my eye. Another decorative weapon stall however this time something catches my eye. Placed perfectly in the middle is a steel long sword, with a nice rounded sphere pommel. Wandering over to the stall, the sword wasn’t in a glass cabinet. Running my finger across the blade, it was blunt of course but with a touch of work to it, it could be a real weapon.
Contemplating on whether I should buy it, I’d give into my conscious and begin to haggle with the seller.
