A Metting To Fight {Lace&Sow}

[Cole]

Talking shit about the neighbor wife
But when she comes you put on a big smile
Like a throw up in a Gucci Bag
She's coming in to brag

How's it all go in a gray shiny car
Things just to prove you go far
So the streamer watching TV cute little dog
Perfect in your shallow Bourgeois Shangri-La

Lace Sheen entered the training center. It was pretty busy as usual. Filled with the careers from District 1.

It's funny, Lace thought as she strutted into the front doors, making sure to open them wide, and not trying to hide her entrance at all. All of us in here- we all want to be in the games. We're all training with real weapons. We really want to be in the games. But still- no one accidentally slips up? Accidentally kills another kid in here. Wouldn't be difficult. Could get away with it. And there would be one less kid to stand in your way of glory. Especially now since the Reaping was just yesterday. People should be even more desperate.[/size]

Lace pondered this as she went over to the treadmills. She slung her towel over the handle bars, and set her water bottle in a holder. She mounted the machine, and glanced around the room. No one particularly hot in there at the moment. Still- she threw her light blonde hair over her shoulders, and bit her pink lips as she tied her hair back. There were two girls that she knew from school though. She wasn't particularly fond of them, but they were bearable. They looked over, and Lace smiled to them, and waved before going back to her work out.

Sow isn't here, either, she thought. She had come here at this time to meet Sow. Usually she came in the morning, but went later today, so that she knew Sow would be there.

Lace turned on the tread mill, readjusted her tight sports bra, and began to jog. Sow should be here soon. [/color][/font]

notes: Lace's first post!

[{danny}]

(sow kulnei)

so goodnight moon and goodnight you
when you're all that i think about
all that i dream about
how'd i ever breathe without,
a goodnight kiss from goodnight you

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Step. Breathe. Step. Breathe. Step. Breathe. That is my routine, all day every day. I never sit still; and when I do, my alternate routine is Breathe. Breathe. Sing. Breathe. Breathe. Besides training, the only other thing I do is sing (or eat, or sleep, or talk). There really isn't anything else to do in life, especially since we are yet to find out why were here - and I doubt we ever will find out. We are silly people here in Panem, throwing people in an arena just to "Keep things in order." Seems stupid. I personally think that all the districts should just form a giant tribe. That word; tribe; was ancient to me, I never once used it for anything - never called Panem a tribe - and I think I know why. When I think tribe, I think peace. Peace is not making kids kill each other. Panem is not a tribe. We are a democracy.

I can live with that, I have to.

I am a part of Panem. I am a boy. I am a District One resident. I am a career. I train. I train to live, because I like to live. I am scared to be in the games, because I don't even know if I could kill somebody. I am walking. I am walking to the Training Center. I am walking to the Training Center because I don't want to die, I am to scared to die. I am walking to the Training Center so I don't die.

I see my friend Lace there - I was meeting her there - and wave to her. "What's up?"[/size]

goodnight moon.

work in progress, sorry.

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[Cole]

There was a sudden commotion coming from the front double doors of the building. And there he is, [/size]Lace thought when she saw movement from near the doorway. Sow came into the crowded training center, and waved to her. Lace waved back to him, and smiled, turning her treadmill down to a light jog as she awaited his approach.

"Ah, there you are!" Lace shouted across the center to him, not minding the other careers glancing over at her loud voice. "Took you long enough! I'm already on my second rep," Lace laughed jokingly at Sow.

Lace had a special connection with Sow. IT was odd, because she was so difficult to make friends with. Somehow, she and Sow just got along though. Their personalities helped balance each other out, Lace supposed. There were so many differences between them that they helped to balance when they were in each others' company. They had been friends for quite sometime now, and Lace could safely say that Sow was probably one of her best friends. Definitely her best guy friend.

She grabbed her clear, fancy looking water bottle, and took a quick gulp from it as Sow approached. She let her tongue smooth over her plump pink lips, and hoped that some hot guy had seen her do it. [/font]