Feb 20, 2014
I'm training and training
And I'm not getting any stronger.
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I'm training and training
And I'm not getting any stronger.
Must Be A Wednesday. || Open
Jonathan was feeling bitter. Must be a Wednesday. He didn't dare to go ten feet near his sister while she mourns...if one could even call it mourning. Mostly, he figured she was just pissed. In the meantime, he figured he should get with the program, not that he knew jack shit about fighting. Still in his Vineyard Vines sweater over his Tommy Hilfiger button down, he pulled off his outerwear and picked up some weights and began to work.
Honestly, he was still angry. He was angry with Rosalie, he was angry with his father, and he was angry that his mother was dead. He shook slightly in anger as he lifted the weights, hoping a distraction would come along.
Tearing Apart || Eden and OPEN
Eden sat alone. It was a situation she’d been in a countless number of times. But this time, someone she cared about was dead. Sure, Eden and Scarlett had butted heads more times than Eden liked to remember. She tried not to think about the time when Scarlett had smacked the poor girl smartly across the face. But that time was gone. Since then, Eden had actually sort of opened up to her. They won’t the closest of friends by any means, but her death made Eden feel like Morgana Academy had lost one of its bravest students.
She didn’t know it was possible to feel a gust of wind in such a stagnant place, but she swore a chill fell over her. She folded her arms across her chest and held them tightly to her body, licking her lips and looking down. Lately, she didn’t like to feel that she was wasting time, especially that her skill in knife throwing was growing. Not a lot- but at least a little.
And she hadn’t cried…not for a while- for her, at least. She was fragile, sure, but she was glad that so many people she’d cared about had made it down here. And lately, she wasn’t feeling so…weak. She was beginning to sense just how weak people thought she was.
So she worked. She centered her energy into the punching bag, hitting it relentlessly, as if trying to convince herself just how strong she wanted to be. Grunting loudly, she wiped her eyes silently as she heard the door behind her open, and refrained from turning around. "I'm sorry." She breathed. "I feel like I could...tear something apart."
I'm in a particularly frustrated mood today.
What can I punch?
Is everyone in my family going to die?
Is this punishment for having unprotected sex so many times?
If I see one more couple making out in one of the training rooms
I'm gonna stab myself.
Another Nightmare || Open
Eden hadn't realized that she'd fallen asleep on a mat in the training room, but she woke up screaming. The image of her parents, dead, simply wouldn't get out of her mind.
Good morning.
Okay, I don't actually know what time it is.