Shut up and train [Tom]
Nov 21, 2015 14:44:44 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Nov 21, 2015 14:44:44 GMT -5
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Today is the perfect day to train. The weather is cold so I'm encouraged to keep my blood levels heated. I've been keeping a little record, and I think I've outperformed myself in the latest years - five days and eight hours, roughly, without an argument with somebody. The secret is keeping yourself to yourself, and not necessarily attacking everybody in sight. That's not like me anyway, people are just irritating at times.
I walk down the windy paths of the back end of district four, where I live. Once I'm off of the shoals of stones that rock the dirty pathway, I kick into a little jog. Anything to get warm, really. It is enough to have the brush of wind from the coast, but it is actually getting colder in Panem. It is something I don't particularly enough, the cold, because I have to wear bigger jackets - then take them off and use one of the lockers. I had a run in with somebody who tried to steal one of my bigger coats last winter. They left with less than they came with. Their teeth, that is.
I'm not even that violent of a person, not really. Like I always say, people just piss me off.
When I'm in the training centre I place myself near the swords. I doubt I'll be caught near the ranged areas any time soon. There's a great deal to be done for me in the way of melee combat, though. I'm a decent fighter I'd say. There's not many that get past me, but doesn't everyone say that?
There's not too many around. I would have expected people to have gotten the gist of the weather by now. When it's cold, you can encourage yourself to come into the training centre and at least stay here until you've learned something. For me, it stops me from leaving before it's too early to do so. It allows me to get something done through fear of freezing on the way home.
Exaggeration, but still, the point stands.
I pick up one of the javelins. It's the only ranged weapon I'll use if I have the choice. I throw one roughly. It lands messily. I don't mind, nobody is looking, I guess. I assume, I really don't care how I appear here.
After a few throws, I quickly realise that I'm going to get a lot more thirsty as the session goes on. I nip over to the water machine and fill up the bottle I brought in my bag, not looking around at my surroundings, trying to keep that no-anger streak going. Maybe I can manage some human interaction soon without biting somebody's head off.
I walk down the windy paths of the back end of district four, where I live. Once I'm off of the shoals of stones that rock the dirty pathway, I kick into a little jog. Anything to get warm, really. It is enough to have the brush of wind from the coast, but it is actually getting colder in Panem. It is something I don't particularly enough, the cold, because I have to wear bigger jackets - then take them off and use one of the lockers. I had a run in with somebody who tried to steal one of my bigger coats last winter. They left with less than they came with. Their teeth, that is.
I'm not even that violent of a person, not really. Like I always say, people just piss me off.
When I'm in the training centre I place myself near the swords. I doubt I'll be caught near the ranged areas any time soon. There's a great deal to be done for me in the way of melee combat, though. I'm a decent fighter I'd say. There's not many that get past me, but doesn't everyone say that?
There's not too many around. I would have expected people to have gotten the gist of the weather by now. When it's cold, you can encourage yourself to come into the training centre and at least stay here until you've learned something. For me, it stops me from leaving before it's too early to do so. It allows me to get something done through fear of freezing on the way home.
Exaggeration, but still, the point stands.
I pick up one of the javelins. It's the only ranged weapon I'll use if I have the choice. I throw one roughly. It lands messily. I don't mind, nobody is looking, I guess. I assume, I really don't care how I appear here.
After a few throws, I quickly realise that I'm going to get a lot more thirsty as the session goes on. I nip over to the water machine and fill up the bottle I brought in my bag, not looking around at my surroundings, trying to keep that no-anger streak going. Maybe I can manage some human interaction soon without biting somebody's head off.
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