ash and dust {kou}
Oct 5, 2016 10:56:33 GMT -5
Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Oct 5, 2016 10:56:33 GMT -5
Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine |
Trying and failing over and over again isn't the best part of training. The swords are awkward, the axes are long, my aiming is terrible, yet I stand trying to learn because surely death is coming for me if I don't do something about it. The trainer at the sword station shows me over and over how to hold the sword so I won't injure myself, and he's telling me step by step what to do. But for whatever reason a fly keeps buzzing in my ears blocking out the sounds leaving me completely clueless.
I look like an idiot.
But I keep trying because I'm not paying attention to what's going on around me, and surely that's a fatal flaw in the hunger games.
My hand wraps around the sword mimicking the way the trainer is holding it. My eyes lock on his every movement taking it in. Every little details flies through my mind over and over until it's finally locked in place.
Pivoting around on the balls of my feet, I turn towards the dummy standing in front of me. Bringing the sword around as fast as I can, a gentle breeze raises my shaggy hair until the sword embeds itself in the neck of the dummy. The vibrations run up my hands, and I'm about to drop to my knees it frustration. But I choose to stand because I am not weak.
For I am strong.
Rising up, I wrap my hands around the sword pulling it from the mangled dummy. My eyes wander around trying to figure out who's possibly watching, and who thinks I'm a piece of meat. Every emotion flies from my face. Nothing but a blank stare is all that anyone can see.
I was supposed to fail.
Yes, that's it.
It's a test to see who can learn who I truly am.
But nobody will.
I'm the good child.
Nobody needs to know any different.
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