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till this dream is gone [exar/bella]
Jan 29, 2018 18:42:01 GMT -5
Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jan 29, 2018 18:42:01 GMT -5
Bella looked at the swords laying on the rack. Her hand caressing a couple of them before pulling it back because she was afraid that one of them was going to fall. Tributes were allowed to train with weapons, but they weren’t allowed to train with other tributes. Of course, that made sense to Bella, because if something went awry, they wouldn’t have a dead tribute on their hands before they got into the arena. She took a deep breath as she walked around the sharper weapons and watched as some of the tributes started to work with them. She didn’t pay much attention to the people that were holding the weapons, but she was paying attention to their movements. After all, Bella was always watching people. It was something that she was good at. From the children at the pound, to the people on the street, Bella picked up a lot of things from just looking at what other people did. She didn’t have parents to look after her, and while she did have a foster mother, she wasn’t around a lot. She was around enough to make sure that Bella didn’t go crazy watching the kids, but she was pretty much thrown into adulthood.
However, now was her time to try to act like a child, even though she knew she could never be a child anymore. She just had herself. That was it.
She kept walking up and down the aisle as she tried to not be too obvious that she was watching everyone. One of the trainers looked at her quizzically as she wasn’t openly participating in anything. However, they left her alone because they wanted to see what she would do. Bella knew that she would stop eventually, she just didn’t know when. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to watch the girl from one play around with a mace. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to look at the boy from eight figure out what he could eat in the arena or not. She just wanted to observe the movements of the other tributes. If they called her out on it, she would simply ask to join them. If she was going to learn anything, she might as well learn how to do it with someone together.
She ended up stopping at the stall that housed the boy from two. He was a smoldering fellow who seemed like he was ready to get in the arena and kill anyone that came even close to him. Bella didn’t know why he might have caught his interest, seeing as she was a low girl from ten who probably had the words fresh meat and useless tattoo’ed somewhere on her forehead. She knew that she would never stack up to someone that was probably training for this moment his whole life. However, that was the perfect person for Bella to watch. She knew that. She probably wouldn’t pick up much, but she could at least try. That was her motto as of right now until she got into the arena. Try. Try. Try try try.
And then when she got kicked down, she would get back up and try again.
She had to try for all the people that she promised back home in ten.
But most importantly, she had to try for herself.
She continued to watch the boy, who honestly was taking her breath away with the moves he was displaying. There was something about watching him train with his weapon that made her smile, and she didn’t know why. Maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was because this was the perfect person for her to watch. All she knew was that she wasn’t ever going to compare to him, and she wished that she at least knew his name.
Even if he looked at her and told her to disappear, she knew that she had tried.
However, now was her time to try to act like a child, even though she knew she could never be a child anymore. She just had herself. That was it.
She kept walking up and down the aisle as she tried to not be too obvious that she was watching everyone. One of the trainers looked at her quizzically as she wasn’t openly participating in anything. However, they left her alone because they wanted to see what she would do. Bella knew that she would stop eventually, she just didn’t know when. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to watch the girl from one play around with a mace. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to look at the boy from eight figure out what he could eat in the arena or not. She just wanted to observe the movements of the other tributes. If they called her out on it, she would simply ask to join them. If she was going to learn anything, she might as well learn how to do it with someone together.
She ended up stopping at the stall that housed the boy from two. He was a smoldering fellow who seemed like he was ready to get in the arena and kill anyone that came even close to him. Bella didn’t know why he might have caught his interest, seeing as she was a low girl from ten who probably had the words fresh meat and useless tattoo’ed somewhere on her forehead. She knew that she would never stack up to someone that was probably training for this moment his whole life. However, that was the perfect person for Bella to watch. She knew that. She probably wouldn’t pick up much, but she could at least try. That was her motto as of right now until she got into the arena. Try. Try. Try try try.
And then when she got kicked down, she would get back up and try again.
She had to try for all the people that she promised back home in ten.
But most importantly, she had to try for herself.
She continued to watch the boy, who honestly was taking her breath away with the moves he was displaying. There was something about watching him train with his weapon that made her smile, and she didn’t know why. Maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was because this was the perfect person for her to watch. All she knew was that she wasn’t ever going to compare to him, and she wished that she at least knew his name.
Even if he looked at her and told her to disappear, she knew that she had tried.
