Xira Hiver D2 WIP
Oct 3, 2017 23:07:38 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Oct 3, 2017 23:07:38 GMT -5
Xira Hiver
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18 | D2 | Female | Zeer-ah Ee-ver | Kristin Kreuk
Breath misted in the frozen air as Xira waited outside the training centre, her fingers turning red from lack of gloves. Of course, she knew her aunt would buy them for her if she asked but she wasn't about to ask for them because she knew how strained her Aunt was already with four other kids to take care of. At 18, Xira was almost ready to strike out on her own but she knew she'd likely stick around to help her Aunt. She was waiting here in the cold because she couldn't stand the thought of entering the training centre and having so many eyes on her. Of course, she knew that she was being ridiculous, she had trained here for the last six years of her life but now that she was almost too old for the reapings, she found herself drawn here less and less, perhaps it was simply the fact that soon her attendance was not needed as she would be safe from going into the games. perhaps it was wishful thinking as she knew until she turned 19 she was not safe from the games.
Hazel eyes turned at the sound of boots crunching down the steps, she supposed she should have known that classes would be getting out soon but she'd almost forgotten how many students attended the training centre. Among the throng of people, she spotted the ashy blond hair of her youngest sister, Jemma, and waited on the edge for the younger girl to spot her. Most people would never guess Xira and Jemma were related as their appearances were vastly different. Where Jemma was all skin and bones with delicate features Xira was curvy with a too wide mouth. She smiled before frowning as Jemma was followed by some too loud teenage male who Xira could see Jem wanted rid of.
"Hey Jem, how was training?" She was deliberately ignoring the male, hoping perhaps he'd take the hint that he wasn't welcome to walk home with them but as she began leading the way towards home, he followed them. "Was fine, the instructor was asking about you, said you hadn't been in for a while" Xira nodded, her dark ponytail swishing with her movements. She turned her hazel eyes on the male, a glare clear on her face and he seemed to cow under her gaze. Most knew of Xiras reputation at the academy, her fearlessness to meet anyone head on and she wouldn't back down if provoked. Of course, she wasn't stupid when it came to a fight and wouldn't throw the first punch but hey, if someone threw a punch first, she wasn't going to let them get away with it. On top of that, she was a fairly good fighter, especially in hand to hand combat.
Coding by Anzie, fixed by Ani.