Windy Day [HOLLY QUINTANILLA/GOAT]
May 22, 2019 23:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Skylar on May 22, 2019 23:50:33 GMT -5
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CAMILA GILBROOK
If Camila would have known it was going to be such a windy day, she would have at least grabbed a hair tie. She was normally on top of things. The phrase may have been like mother, like daughter, but this couldn't be any less true for Camila. She embraced her uniqueness and separation from her mom and, even though it'd been close to a year since she officially moved into the basement of Mr. Craghart's Time Repair Shoppe, she was still nowhere near where she wanted to be for her future as a whole. She was only 18, of course, virtually still a child.
Camila would have never admitted that, though. Even when she was a child she spoke with a ferocity and viciousness. Her Aries nature shown through, she was one to argue for the fun of it. Not even consciously, it's just what came naturally. She was passionate about most things, even if she wasn't passionate about it a moment before. She carried a lot of emotions around on her shoulders, and today was no exception.
Camila had a late night last night. Working tirelessly under the glow of a yellow desk lamp, her fingers cramped under the stress of small springs and a pair of brass knuckles she picked up a week or so ago under the moonlight in the crime-ridden part of the district. She'd became a regular there, and had to get herself out of a few sticky situations, but the regulars seemed to respect her and give her space now. She'd been working on her latest weaponry; a pair of brass knuckles that exposed 4 short blades upon clenching the fist. There was lots of wiring and springs involved and it was most definitely not a beautiful sight to behold, but it worked. She had a scrap test dummy from the district's makeshift training center she took from the garbage one night she practiced on. Although Camila Gilbrook presented herself with femininity, she was as scrappy as determined as they came.
She realized that and embraced every part of it. This trait resounded through her in the week prior to the Reaping, It was her last year of eligibility, yet the highest chance, and she'd had so much good luck up to this point that she told herself it was only a matter of time before it all came crumbling. Miss Gilbrook was not confident in her fate's ability to keep things floating for her, which was half of the reason that Camila stayed so focused on her tasks at hand.
Right now, the task was to brave the blistering winds and get to the town hall. Another task, which was much more of a struggle, was to successfully land the ball on her newly acquired kendama. She hadn't yet, but if anyone had ever met Camila, she was a determined girl. Being less than the best was not an option, so even in spite of the blistering wind, she still tossed the ball over and over again, trying to get it to land in one of the toy's divets, but she hadn't succeeded yet. Perhaps it was a coping method for her possible impending doom, or maybe it was just another hobby for her to pick up, but either way she was quite satisfied with the challenge.
That was how the situation currently stood, walking down the streets of District 3. The sky was a bright blue for District 3's standards and threw the gaps between the buildings, Camila couldn't see a single cloud, but the wind was quite unbearable. Occasionally the wind would die down and she would get a glimpse of landing the trick successfully, but it was still nowhere close to what she wanted. The street vendor she'd gotten it from was certainly much more experienced. Camila's eyebrows furrowed as she tried, her tongue sticking out and resting on her top lip. A gust of wind came, and much to no one's surprise, took the ball attached to the string with it. The kendama flew out of Camila's hand and before she had a chance to do anything about it, she was shouting, "Watch out!" as the toy hit a familiar Holly Quintanilla in the shoulder.
☽LIA☾