THE FOUR HORSEMEN {I Got a New World In My View}
Feb 7, 2014 21:18:24 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Feb 7, 2014 21:18:24 GMT -5
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THEY AIN'T GOT NO MUSCLE, NO HUSSLE.
[/presto]There has always been something soothing about punching and kicking the shit out of a bag. There are no mercy stops with this opponent, all there is is the satisfying thud the bag makes with each hit. I remember how when I was little the bag would barely move with each kick I gave, now it swings each time. I'm always ready for it though, always ready with another of my limbs to introduce it to. My body jarrs with each time, the reaction spreads and sweat streams down my back the longer I go for. It's the first time I've been in the actual training room all week, having spent most of my days just running around being an asshole.
However, when I call myself a career, I mean it.
I haven't lost any of my skill after taking the last few days off. In fact, I'm only more energized then I have ever been. If this bag was my prey, it would have been dead long minutes ago. The side of my foot connects with it and I step back for a minute as it goes swinging off into 'well fuck me' land.
I look around the room full of faces, all bent in concentration at whatever it is they're doing. To be one hundred percent honest, I don't really think I give a shit about anyone in this place. I don't even really know which one is my district partner. I vaguely remember that she volunteered as well, but I wasn't paying attention because I was looking for my parent's faces in the crowd.
I know I should have allies, just because it would make killing everyone else a hell of a lot easier, but I don't really care for the careers. They all look like the same old ones that frequent my training center. They always laughed at my martial arts, always saying they could kill me with a blade before I could touch them. Nah, careers are too full of themselves and I have enough of an ego for a whole army. What I need are people that aren't careers, as in the secret badasses.
When the bag comes swinging back at me I hit it with all my force, headbutting it into Neverland. When I look up again, my eyes are shut and I spin, pointing. I slow to a halt and open my eyes. My finger rests on some guy looking defeated by the knives section. Ripred man, it's gotta be only eight in the morning, brighten up a bit. I study him for a few moments. Allies at first sight? Well, my finger landed on him, so I gotta ask I suppose. I grab a towel off the wall to wipe my sweat with and then fling it around my neck.
It doesn't take long to get there and I've never really been the type to beat around the bush, so, "Hey man, want to be allies?"
However, when I call myself a career, I mean it.
I haven't lost any of my skill after taking the last few days off. In fact, I'm only more energized then I have ever been. If this bag was my prey, it would have been dead long minutes ago. The side of my foot connects with it and I step back for a minute as it goes swinging off into 'well fuck me' land.
I look around the room full of faces, all bent in concentration at whatever it is they're doing. To be one hundred percent honest, I don't really think I give a shit about anyone in this place. I don't even really know which one is my district partner. I vaguely remember that she volunteered as well, but I wasn't paying attention because I was looking for my parent's faces in the crowd.
I know I should have allies, just because it would make killing everyone else a hell of a lot easier, but I don't really care for the careers. They all look like the same old ones that frequent my training center. They always laughed at my martial arts, always saying they could kill me with a blade before I could touch them. Nah, careers are too full of themselves and I have enough of an ego for a whole army. What I need are people that aren't careers, as in the secret badasses.
When the bag comes swinging back at me I hit it with all my force, headbutting it into Neverland. When I look up again, my eyes are shut and I spin, pointing. I slow to a halt and open my eyes. My finger rests on some guy looking defeated by the knives section. Ripred man, it's gotta be only eight in the morning, brighten up a bit. I study him for a few moments. Allies at first sight? Well, my finger landed on him, so I gotta ask I suppose. I grab a towel off the wall to wipe my sweat with and then fling it around my neck.
It doesn't take long to get there and I've never really been the type to beat around the bush, so, "Hey man, want to be allies?"
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T I C K TICK T I C K I N G
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