Morning Babbling {Lucas/Sativa}

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Morning Babbling {Lucas/Sativa} Jun 14, 2017 1:35:14 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 14, 2017 1:35:14 GMT -5

Lucas Prizemni
"Confidence comes from discipline and training."

The election itself was nearing closer and closer by the day, and Lucas Prizemni was still overflowing with confidence. When the man had first decided to run, he felt that he would do well, and now, he still had that same feeling as he did then. Every morning, he treated it the way a mayor should. He dressed to impress, was sure to have his best smile on, and acted like he was always being recorded by the media, as he likely was. Mr. Prizemni had always been confident, yet not over-confident. He loved his job as a career trainer, and felt that he was on of the best, but never boasted about it. That was part of what made him such a good man, and his endorsements certainly showed that people liked him, even if he didn't make as much money in his campaign as he would have liked to.

Dressed in a polo shirt and nice slacks, Lucas headed into his kitchen, prepared breakfast for his family, and set the table for all of them. When he went to sit down, however, he noticed that one of his daughters, Sativa, was already sitting there before anyone else had gotten to the table. He smiled when he saw her, and then sat in his seat. Before he started eating, however, he decided to start up conversation. After all, that was usually how their mornings went, talking during breakfast. Although many families may disagree with speaking about things that may cause conflict at the table, he was going to speak of the recent political race.

"Good morning, dear!" he said to her. "You're up earlier than usual." He laughed before he made his next comment. "Which, unfortunately for you, means you get my morning babbling. What have you thought of my campaigning recently?"

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Morning Babbling {Lucas/Sativa} Jun 14, 2017 23:25:42 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 14, 2017 23:25:42 GMT -5

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Sativa Prizemni

An inability to relish in slumber hasn’t plagued Sativa for nearly a decade now. Vigorous preparation for a future Game has always consumed her daily schedule, leaving a hunger for shuteye the moment her intangible hair grazed across the pillow of her bed. And still training has been licking away her freedom from her Father’s campaigning; though the past two darkness of the sky have left her with rare hours of actual sleep. Memories of childhood would flutter against her closed eyelids, refuting to ever cross into the realm of dreamland.

The giggles of her & her sister speeding into this very room echoes within her senses. The vision of her younger form scurrying under the very bed she currently lays upon, and her Sister sprinting into the closet - as quietly as six year olds could manage. The whispers of trying to contain in cackles as their Parents coyly entered. The rupture of laughters when the tickling began while they were caught. The day that all abruptly halted, and clouds of darkness suddenly reigned every inch of this house. It’s been nearly ten years now since their Mother had left them.

There was no point in waiting for the Sandman who would never arrive. Within the earliest hours of the morning, Sativa breached from her bed - impatient to remain there any longer. She tiptoed through the upstair’s hallway, picturing what her Mom & Dad must of looked like as they walked across this very path after tucking in each of their Children for the night… the frowns that must of formed across her Dad’s face the first year he had to do that every night by himself. They were so incredibly in love. A smile replaces against Sativa’s face; regretfully relieved that happiness has finally joined her family again, though guilt still lingers within the pit of her core for that.

Unknown amount of time is spent roaming the vast trees that Father’s Training Center resides within. The dew of the grass and oak-trees brush against her nostrils, as she allows nature to distract her from the haunting memories that have been tormenting her lately. Occasionally the sadness still troubles her, though never for this long… Eventually she discovers herself running through the vacant land of training, as if she could escape the trauma that has inflicted her entire family. It’s not until the Sun’s breaking through the line of the horizon that she stops, and inhales sharply all the oxygen her lungs are screeching for. Such beauty presents itself even during the most darkest of times.

To no surprise the smell of breakfast welcomes her home. Her face remains melancholy - though that’s often how her expression sits, just like many common teenagers. It’s not until her Father finally spots her at the table that she’s forced to communicate. “Morning.” Is replied back to his perky morning glory. “I decided to go for a run before training today.” She explains as if that’s regular for her: Running sure, but early is not so much. A light sigh seeps from her throat when he mentions morning babbling and the campaign.

“So if you become Mayor, do we have to move?” At least that’s somewhat on topic? She doesn’t wait a second for a reply before continuing to her next question however. “And if we do, can I still live here? Watch over the place and stuff?” So that’s what has been bothering her; leaving behind a place where eight years of memories occurred before her Mother died.

Last Edit: Jun 14, 2017 23:32:39 GMT -5 by Cameo {RIP Charlie}

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Morning Babbling {Lucas/Sativa} Jun 15, 2017 17:09:14 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 15, 2017 17:09:14 GMT -5

Lucas Prizemni
"Confidence comes from discipline and training."

His daughter greeted him when he spoke to her, proceeding to explain that she had gone for a morning run. Still, it was a bit unusual for her to be up so early. Regardless, he ignored this and proceeded to listen to what she had to say to him. Sativa was someone who always seemed to speak her mind when talking to her father, which, in a way, he appreciated. As far as he knew, he'd rarely, if ever, been lied to by her. Perhaps she'd hidden her emotions, yes, but he couldn't remember catching her in a lie. When Lucas mentioned his campaign, however, there was an audible sigh from Sativa.

At first, Mr. Prizemni was worried that he had upset her. He listened to what she had to say, however, and it took him by a bit of a surprise. She was wondering if they would have to move, should he become mayor, and if so, if she could stay there to look after the house. He paused for a moment to think. What could he possibly say to her? She clearly didn't want to move, even though the mayor would get to live in a mansion near the victor's village. What was making her want to turn that down and stay in their own home? Was there something she wasn't explaining to him? He assumed that this was most likely.

"Well," he began. "Yes, we'd be moving." Lucas wasn't quite sure how to continue after that. He wasn't sure that he really wanted his daughter to live separate from him, but he also didn't want to make her unhappy. Perhaps it would be best if he just tried to convince her that moving would be a positive thing. After all, that was his only idea as to what he could possibly say to her. He didn't want to come off as rude, and this was, after all, dampening his usually rather upbeat and peppy morning attitude.

"There's a mansion for the mayor near the Victor's Village," he explained. "I've never personally visited, but I've heard it's quite nice." He paused a moment before deciding he should just ask Sativa why she wanted to stay in their home. After all, Lucas had no other way of truly finding out what was on his daughter's mind. "What makes you want to stay here instead?" he asked her.

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Morning Babbling {Lucas/Sativa} Jun 19, 2017 0:38:25 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 19, 2017 0:38:25 GMT -5

Sativa Prizemni

The information that Sativa did not wish to consume graces her hearing anyways. “Yes, we’d be moving.” The voice that carries her Father’s words hummed the confusion that seemed to be plaguing him; which is good, she didn’t want him grasping the truth - at least not in this instance. A facade projection played within Sativa’s vision, an image of her Mother smiling next to him in approval of this change. Her delicate elbow balancing upon her widowed Husband’s shoulder in the loving manner she used to always possess. But the supposed opinion of the Deceased did not matter within Sativa’s perspective. Even if her Mother’s Ghost was truly giving permission for this move, she didn’t care.

Encouragement seeps from her Father’s reasonings next; explaining how it’s a mansion, & that he’s heard of how nice it is though he’s never visited himself. That didn’t matter to Sativa either. The size of their current House was not small, nor unfit for their family’s requirements in her opinion. It’s where adoring childhood memories sparked and flourish still, even where the distaste of some aspects of the past lingers - but all in all, it’s where their family has always been… it’s here that their Mother’s spirit will always be.

Then it’s curiosity that licks from her Father’s question. He wonders what is causing her craving to stay, and in response a shrug rolls her shoulders. A desire to tell him the true explanation does not tempt her in the least, solely the complete opposite. Lying to Father’s an aspect of teenage hood she’s never absorbed. Though refraining from admitting the truth is an entirely different subject. But what is she going to conjure up to ensure he doesn’t push further for what is nipping at her skin? It can't be a tale that could slander her reputation of being honest…

“Your Training Center’s practically in our backyard. If the Mayor’s House is by the Victor’s Village that’s a bit far. And I’m not transferring to another Center.” That’s not false information after all. She’s always refused altering Centers for even a single session. “All the other Gyms have mainly indoor training. And it was you and Mom that said there’s no point to training inside when the majority of Arenas are outside.” The mere mention of the Deceased rumbles a cough through her throat, as she sits back in her seat. “I just want to stay close to where I train. Plus I’m almost eighteen; I can always start learning the ways of running your Center - while you’re busy with mayor stuff.” Immediately she attempts to dilute the subtle remark of her Mother.

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Morning Babbling {Lucas/Sativa} Jun 28, 2017 8:07:22 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 28, 2017 8:07:22 GMT -5

Lucas Prizemni
"Confidence comes from discipline and training."

The girl that was Lucas's own flesh and blood seemed dissatisfied with the concept of switching their place of residence to another, even more so as the conversation continued. She explained about the training center being practically in their backyard. This was true, and the man would certainly miss its close proximity if they had to move to the mayor's mansion, even if it was a nicer place, as well as so near to the Victor's Village. Sativa insisted that she wouldn't switch to another center, and he understood, nodding in response to her complaint. She even mentioned that, due to her present age, she could learn how to run his precious training center, which made him think momentarily. That was true. He didn't want to completely abandon his home and training center. Perhaps his daughter knew what was best with things after all.

"I see where you're coming from," began Lucas. "I think... I think I'd be alright with that. Now, don't get me wrong, I would miss having you living in the same household with me if I do indeed win the position of mayor, but I think it may be the right thing to have you stay here and run the training center," explained the man. "I could teach you how."

He was a bit nervous about potentially letting his center transfer into the hands of one of his children, but at the same time, it seemed like it may be the right choice. After all, if he were mayor, he'd have more important things to deal with, such as his duties in assisting to run the District he lived in. He'd also be unlikely to have the time to run his training center, to his severe disappointment. Pausing for a moment, Lucas awaited the response from his daughter. He wasn't sure what she'd have to say about his reply, but he didn't want to argue with her. Their conversation had seemed to be turning in that direction, and he took a detour to avoid it. Keeping it that way would be the best possible outcome at the present moment, he believed.

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Morning Babbling {Lucas/Sativa} Jul 4, 2017 17:56:42 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jul 4, 2017 17:56:42 GMT -5

Sativa Prizemni

Disbelieve widens Sativa’s eyes in response to her Father’s words. Certainly he’s consistently been understanding and fair, especially compared to most Fathers, but to this extent does indeed surprise her. She was certain a teenage version of a tantrum would be cradling her energy at any second, and still her way would not be met. But acceptance of her request combs through his teeth, enticing an ecstatic grin across Sativa’s lips. Now she’d be able to still campaign for her Father’s victory in being Mayor, which she did surely desire, without the fret of what would occur afterwards.

“I’d miss you to. But I’ll surely visit you guys constantly when you become Mayor.” Excitement contorts her tone now, with an assumption that her Father’s destined to win. With the relief of this fluttering her core, she begins inhaling her breakfast between the conversation. No longer would she have to worry over leaving her Mother’s spirit, that’ll forever reign this Home.

It was another thing entirely to realize that Father trusts her enough to pass over his torch of responsibility on his Training Center. Surely one of his Children would have to become heir to his facility eventually; but to accept Sativa already at such a young age, was beyond a great honor. A prideful smirk continues to engrave across her cheeks, not even budging during the bites that she scarcely chews. Within mere minutes her first meal of the day is devoured into her stomach, and she’s prepared to conquer the morning.

Dishes are even washed, in high gratitude of the potential position she’s been gifted. But before she ventures past the backdoor, and towards training ground, an overwhelmed hug engulfs her Father. “Thank you so much, Dad.” She gleams like she were a kid again. He’s probably even unaware of the relieve he’s inflicted upon his daughter. “I’ma get to training. I have to set a good example if I’m to be the next Leader of this place. Maybe you can start teaching me your position afterwards? Whenever you’re not busy with the campaign of course.” A request of practically pure ecstasy rumbles through her lengthy words.

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