Stretching Those Post-Arena Muscles

[tailforbrains]

WHO| Neeshka and Draco
WHAT| Exercise is important
WHEN| Day 9 or 10 of the arena, afternoon
WHERE| The training room
WARNING/NOTES| Kickboxing and arrogant snark

The novelty of television had worn off quickly, particularly since they all only seemed to be showing one thing: the arena Neeshka had spent a week inside, and found she really didn't want to look at ever again. There weren't any parties during the day, and it turned out Tributes didn't get money, so she couldn't go shopping.

She could go stealing, of course, but she wasn't quite comfortable enough with the level and ability of local security yet to be sure of eluding them. She'd get there, she just wasn't there yet.

For now, though, she was working off the overindulgence from her first big party since she'd been resurrected. There'd been so much food! Her street-rat self had been overcome with the kind of greed that wasn't necessarily a good thing, and she had sure eaten more than she should have. And with another arena coming up before too long, and the potential for picking pockets, she did at least want to stay in shape. So here she was, in the training room, attacking a sandbag dummy with feet, fists, and occasionally tail.

Comments

[mudbloodhater]

"I don't need your help!" He replied, voice hitching into the hysterical, and that right there seemed to be the problem in and of itself. Doubtless there hadn't been a way to win in the first place, but the fact that she had offered to help him like that didn't rank her very highly in his books. Perhaps higher than the people who ignored him to begin with, but he still had too much pride to accept even that.

[tailforbrains]

"Oh right, sure you don't." Neeshka rolled her eyes. "If you didn't need my help, you could have just said so, you know, politely instead of being a jerk about it. I was just trying to be nice, you know! But if you don't like people being nice to you, then hey, whatever. That's your fault, not mine."

She unfolded her arms and started for the door. She was so done with this. She could do some stretches and acrobatics in her room, and come back to practice later. When the jerk was gone.

[mudbloodhater]

Draco levelled a dark stare at her, still sneering. As if it wasn't bad enough that he didn't have his magic for whatever reason, and he had to go back into that Arena at some point, he had people like this trying to tell him what he liked and what he needed. "Oh, do fuck off," he stated, tossing the comment idly after her, as if it was his idea for her to leave, rather than her own.

[tailforbrains]

"In your dreams!" Neeshka tossed back with a flick of her tail that she'd wanted to look sassy. It just looked irritated. She gave up and scuttled out, furious at him and herself for being chased away.

She could at least comfort herself that maybe she'd scared him. A little. Right?