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thecapitol2013-01-05 11:30 pm
polyturtle) wrote in thecapitol2013-01-05 11:30 pm
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WHO | Don and OPEN
WHAT | Training and stuff
WHERE | Training Room
WHEN | Throughout the week! But before super duper important plot stuff.
WARNINGS/NOTES | Possible violence. It is a training room after all!
Well. As if life couldn't get more complicated, he couldn't find Sheperd. At all.
Indeed, when he finally got the time to go and talk to her about the Stylists...she was gone. Her suite was bare, as if no one had been in there. When he tried to ask the other Mentors where Sheperd was, they told him not to bother looking. And...that scared him. And when he was scared, he tinkered.
And when he ran out of things to tinker withthere was only so many modifications one could do to the holograph screens, he trained. And so that's where he was. This time, though, he was trying throwing knives for a change. They were a little like the shuriken back home, but longer. And with less control. So...he was getting the hang of them, but his aim was still...not as good as he'd wanted. A couple his the walls-
"Ah-"
His hand went to his temples. Shell the headaches. Every time he had a headache, he had memories. Memories of the last Arena. He was sure of it. But he had to get through them, not let the vague flashbacks overwhelm him. He had a mission and...and he had to focus on that. He had people to save from the Arenas.
WHAT | Training and stuff
WHERE | Training Room
WHEN | Throughout the week! But before super duper important plot stuff.
WARNINGS/NOTES | Possible violence. It is a training room after all!
Well. As if life couldn't get more complicated, he couldn't find Sheperd. At all.
Indeed, when he finally got the time to go and talk to her about the Stylists...she was gone. Her suite was bare, as if no one had been in there. When he tried to ask the other Mentors where Sheperd was, they told him not to bother looking. And...that scared him. And when he was scared, he tinkered.
And when he ran out of things to tinker with
"Ah-"
His hand went to his temples. Shell the headaches. Every time he had a headache, he had memories. Memories of the last Arena. He was sure of it. But he had to get through them, not let the vague flashbacks overwhelm him. He had a mission and...and he had to focus on that. He had people to save from the Arenas.
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"Like this," she asked, sliding her upper hand up until it grasped the middle of the bat. She frowned. That didn't look right, though it did at least feel more solid in her grip.
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