Typical Day [abby]
Aug 16, 2014 20:22:52 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Aug 16, 2014 20:22:52 GMT -5
JAIRUS WHITTEMORE
district 2 - seventeen - the nemesis
I should have strove,
I should have fought,
I should have shown a little love.
A little love.
I should have fought,
I should have shown a little love.
A little love.
There wasn't much for him to do anymore except to admire his handy work. He had managed to bust apart every target today, much to everyone's discontent, but what did that matter? As long as he was kicking everyone's ass and getting stronger with each and every day of "Hale's Training Regiment" there was no one who could stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do anyway. Eventually, he would rule the whole damn world.
However, he knew he had to crush a few more opponents before it came to that. And as far as he could tell, there wasn't a single person who was coming close to stopping him. Things were looking up.
After a round of weightlifting, training for the upcoming Olympics, Jairus found himself satisfied with the completely sweat soaked shirt and a sort of burning sensation in his arms and legs. It meant improvement; it meant he would win. But even with the sore muscles, he knew he needed to push himself to run home - to get faster and stronger and better than every single bit of the competition.
He ran through the streets, head held high, nose in the air, winking at all the girls he just happened to pass by and glancing a little too long at a few - Liela would disapprove. But that didn't matter. What she doesn't know won't kill her. And he winked again at another girl, just to trip over a nearby trash can. He growled as he lay on the pavement. Well, isn't that just great.
"Stupid trash can..." He growls under his breath, beginning to get up.