song for the broken. // Cass
Sept 11, 2020 2:31:03 GMT -5
Post by charade on Sept 11, 2020 2:31:03 GMT -5
B L A Z E
It’s been a real interesting year, lemme tell you. Yessir, ah watched the whole quell on the edge of ma seat. This proves that they jess keep alla the losing tributes alive. Ah bet no one even ever dies. Them tributes are on ice somewhere until the Capitol decides to unfreeze ‘em for an all-star games or something. Now wouldn’t that just beat all? Well, except accidents sure do happen in the script cause that gal from four sure didn’t get a second chance and that’s on account of no amount of medicine being able to reattach ya gotdamn head.
Anyway with another games over, it means ah got a whole lot of time to train. Yessir, one a these days ah’m gonna see my name up in lights and rub elbows with the rich and famous. And then maybe, just maybe, Blaze Kenmore will be a household name. Like Glamour Kincade or Opal Earnest. Things have been good. Ah got some new boots a couple weeks ago. Been awhile since Ah could afford them. And Cela’s been droppin by every now and then for a hot meal and a place to sleep. Ah dunno where she goes sometimes, but it sure is nice having someone to talk to.
Nice to have someone to train with too. Yep, she’s decided she needs to learn some self-defense, and wouldn’t ya know it, but she’s asked me to teach her. Oh, lemme tell you, we are gonna have one heckuva time. Ah got it all planned out. She can use my punching bag of course. Ah really got to get some weights one of these days though. I kin teach her all the moves my daddy taught me, even the ones that ain’t strictly sportsmanlike.
Like having a handful of sand in ya pocket at all times with which ta throw at a mans face before ya kick him in his dangly bits. It’s very useful. I dunno why Ripred designed men with such a weakness but it’d be dumb not to take advantage of it when ya can. “You ready Cela?” Ah hope my friend is, cause once we get started, its gonna be a real roller coaster. Ah done my best to keep her at ease, but she still might be nervous.
“Kay now, hit me with ya best shot, I kin take it.” Ah settle into a boxing stance, but I keep my arms wide. She’s got a clear shot at my stomach. This will be the best way to measure her strength level, ya know? Ah mean she’s on the skinny side, and ah’m pretty sure she don’t do much exercise other than running, so ah’m not expecting a punch like the ones ah kin throw. But ah been wrong before. Better clench up. Hmm. Gotta remember to ask how those other street kids are doing. And ah gotta make sure ah don’t reflexively pop her in the face after she hits me, cause this ain’t supposed to be a fight.
Anyway with another games over, it means ah got a whole lot of time to train. Yessir, one a these days ah’m gonna see my name up in lights and rub elbows with the rich and famous. And then maybe, just maybe, Blaze Kenmore will be a household name. Like Glamour Kincade or Opal Earnest. Things have been good. Ah got some new boots a couple weeks ago. Been awhile since Ah could afford them. And Cela’s been droppin by every now and then for a hot meal and a place to sleep. Ah dunno where she goes sometimes, but it sure is nice having someone to talk to.
Nice to have someone to train with too. Yep, she’s decided she needs to learn some self-defense, and wouldn’t ya know it, but she’s asked me to teach her. Oh, lemme tell you, we are gonna have one heckuva time. Ah got it all planned out. She can use my punching bag of course. Ah really got to get some weights one of these days though. I kin teach her all the moves my daddy taught me, even the ones that ain’t strictly sportsmanlike.
Like having a handful of sand in ya pocket at all times with which ta throw at a mans face before ya kick him in his dangly bits. It’s very useful. I dunno why Ripred designed men with such a weakness but it’d be dumb not to take advantage of it when ya can. “You ready Cela?” Ah hope my friend is, cause once we get started, its gonna be a real roller coaster. Ah done my best to keep her at ease, but she still might be nervous.
“Kay now, hit me with ya best shot, I kin take it.” Ah settle into a boxing stance, but I keep my arms wide. She’s got a clear shot at my stomach. This will be the best way to measure her strength level, ya know? Ah mean she’s on the skinny side, and ah’m pretty sure she don’t do much exercise other than running, so ah’m not expecting a punch like the ones ah kin throw. But ah been wrong before. Better clench up. Hmm. Gotta remember to ask how those other street kids are doing. And ah gotta make sure ah don’t reflexively pop her in the face after she hits me, cause this ain’t supposed to be a fight.
K E N M O R E