RP practice (daniel)
Jan 12, 2010 15:05:42 GMT -5
Post by Tori on Jan 12, 2010 15:05:42 GMT -5
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Derek:
Well, that was a drag. I wandered slowly out of the trainging area. I had just failed at everything. I wasn't sure why I even bothered togo there anymore. It's not like I was going to be picked for the games, so why did I practice anyways? I suppose it's because it gives me something to do in this boring city. What else a I supposed to do? Write? I love write, but I'm to proud to admit it. Not even my closest friends know that little detail.
Today, I missed the target at all four stations. I learned I can't throw a spear to save my life. If you handed my a spear and said throw it into the target three feet away, I'd probably hit the girl two feet to the left. I can't handle knives either. Apparently, to have to throw it so it turns a certain way. I mean, what's with that. I already knew I was horrible with a bow and arrow, I just hoped my I would improve. And of course there's axes. I don't even want to think about how much of a fool I made myself look there. I could barely throw the axe four feet!
As I walk, I make up sort of a game kicking rocks. Left kick. Right kick. Left kick. I stop suddenly when I see a pair of feet. There's a blond haired boy sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Good thing I stopped, or I would have hit him. He finally looks up and notices me and gives me a what are you looking at kind of look. "Can I help you?" he says. I'm a little taken aback by this and stutter to find the right thing to say. "I.. um.. sorry. I almost ran into you." is all that comes out of my mouth.
Derek:
Well, that was a drag. I wandered slowly out of the trainging area. I had just failed at everything. I wasn't sure why I even bothered togo there anymore. It's not like I was going to be picked for the games, so why did I practice anyways? I suppose it's because it gives me something to do in this boring city. What else a I supposed to do? Write? I love write, but I'm to proud to admit it. Not even my closest friends know that little detail.
Today, I missed the target at all four stations. I learned I can't throw a spear to save my life. If you handed my a spear and said throw it into the target three feet away, I'd probably hit the girl two feet to the left. I can't handle knives either. Apparently, to have to throw it so it turns a certain way. I mean, what's with that. I already knew I was horrible with a bow and arrow, I just hoped my I would improve. And of course there's axes. I don't even want to think about how much of a fool I made myself look there. I could barely throw the axe four feet!
As I walk, I make up sort of a game kicking rocks. Left kick. Right kick. Left kick. I stop suddenly when I see a pair of feet. There's a blond haired boy sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Good thing I stopped, or I would have hit him. He finally looks up and notices me and gives me a what are you looking at kind of look. "Can I help you?" he says. I'm a little taken aback by this and stutter to find the right thing to say. "I.. um.. sorry. I almost ran into you." is all that comes out of my mouth.