Golden Morale {Mohs/Rhythm/Rena}
Dec 5, 2015 21:21:47 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Dec 5, 2015 21:21:47 GMT -5
Renaissance
Calbor-Morales
There’s no expressing my gratitude that a new Game has arrived and sped by. Finally her name is dwindling from the lips of others, along with the resemblance we shared. Again I can capture a room without the distractions of her remains gracing the eyes of each stare. A mere mention of her ceases to exist as the Panem has moved on to the next year, and the next hurdle of Tributes. Perhaps some minor physical similarities may linger, but I am evidently much more then Rhyme Morales.
Indisputably I scout for my next victim, as the rest train with other tactics. The Career Gym is cluttered with potential, yet no one else is aware of the wiser strategies at our disposal. None of them have Ms. Claudia as an instructor. Arenas are not constructed for soulless killing machines; they’re unfortunately smothered with emotions. If only she was aware of this. But rather she aligned herself to two girls, and a mere boy from Eleven whom defied the rules of the Game. And this year’s Chick was smart enough to seek the power of a strong Man, just too stupid to actually use it to her advantage. Why must some believe it’s logical to place others before themselves?
Weights clash against weights as they continue their routine of what they think is best. A grin bites at my cheeks as I observe my still mortal half-sister, who’s training nonetheless along side the rest. It’s been so eerily easy to ignore her. The only business I have with the Morales Family is proving that I’m better then their deceased eldest daughter. Obviously my concern doesn’t reside in the little one of the household. I’m nearly prepared to call it a day; until my gaze catches the Instructor the small Twerp’s managed to gain.
Instinctively my left eyebrow rises with curiosity. How did she receive the attractive Trainer of a current Tribute? Not that it truly matters, as it unravels a pristine opportunity for myself. With his influence perhaps I could gain the admiration of many more. As always my focus glides over to the mirrors walling a side of the gym, and my appearance is touched to supremacy before I dare approach the familiar strangers.
“Well hi baby Sis.” I greet as if we keep in contact occasionally, while a warming smirk dissembles my expression. “It’s nice to see that you’re following in Rhyme’s footsteps, I’m sure she’d be proud.” As per usual there are no boundaries I’m hesitant on skimming past. A more pleasant first impression probably would have been preferred, but getting this diversion from the picture is top priority.
Casually my shoulder leans against an unoccupied dummy, itching to get closer to her instructor unintentionally. “But shouldn’t you be training someone a bit more older?” I tease as though I truly meant it in a humorous manner. But undeniably I will always highly suggest that the attention be upon myself. And by any means necessary, I’ll achieve that.
Indisputably I scout for my next victim, as the rest train with other tactics. The Career Gym is cluttered with potential, yet no one else is aware of the wiser strategies at our disposal. None of them have Ms. Claudia as an instructor. Arenas are not constructed for soulless killing machines; they’re unfortunately smothered with emotions. If only she was aware of this. But rather she aligned herself to two girls, and a mere boy from Eleven whom defied the rules of the Game. And this year’s Chick was smart enough to seek the power of a strong Man, just too stupid to actually use it to her advantage. Why must some believe it’s logical to place others before themselves?
Weights clash against weights as they continue their routine of what they think is best. A grin bites at my cheeks as I observe my still mortal half-sister, who’s training nonetheless along side the rest. It’s been so eerily easy to ignore her. The only business I have with the Morales Family is proving that I’m better then their deceased eldest daughter. Obviously my concern doesn’t reside in the little one of the household. I’m nearly prepared to call it a day; until my gaze catches the Instructor the small Twerp’s managed to gain.
Instinctively my left eyebrow rises with curiosity. How did she receive the attractive Trainer of a current Tribute? Not that it truly matters, as it unravels a pristine opportunity for myself. With his influence perhaps I could gain the admiration of many more. As always my focus glides over to the mirrors walling a side of the gym, and my appearance is touched to supremacy before I dare approach the familiar strangers.
“Well hi baby Sis.” I greet as if we keep in contact occasionally, while a warming smirk dissembles my expression. “It’s nice to see that you’re following in Rhyme’s footsteps, I’m sure she’d be proud.” As per usual there are no boundaries I’m hesitant on skimming past. A more pleasant first impression probably would have been preferred, but getting this diversion from the picture is top priority.
Casually my shoulder leans against an unoccupied dummy, itching to get closer to her instructor unintentionally. “But shouldn’t you be training someone a bit more older?” I tease as though I truly meant it in a humorous manner. But undeniably I will always highly suggest that the attention be upon myself. And by any means necessary, I’ll achieve that.
Amazing Table by Arrows <3
