Up In The Air // Elizza

[Blaine]

~Kathryn Sonyx, 1st Person

On my waist, through my hair.
Think about it when you touch me there. . .

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My ears absorb loud booms emitted from headphones that I've placed on full volume. Cab Man's music taste sucks and I can't handle it any longer; even the sounds of the District are better. I roll down the window in the back of the cab and stick my head out. Between the headphones and city sounds, the gross jazz playing in the cab is muted. A triumphant smile crosses my face as the driver gives me a dirty look.

When the dreadful ride comes to an end, I make a point to hand Cab Man exact change. . .he doesn't get a tip. I unload my training bag out of the trunk and wave with my middle finger at the driver who is now muttering something under his breath. Well, whatever. He smelled bad.

Close my eyes, here you are. . .

I saunter into the gym, where I pay the quick fee and head to the girl's locker room. My eyes prey curiously at the changing girls, but I mentally scorn myself and instead look at the ground as I make my way to my locker. I unzip my bag and quickly change into a black spandex bra and tight shorts before putting my hair in a ponytail and grabbing my knife belt.

They have weapons in the gym, but its always better to carry my own. Most of the Careers do. I walk out into the open, where I immediately notice an open slot at the shooting ranges. Yeah, it is for ranged weapons like bows, but I have proved several times over my knives travel as fast and far as the arrows.

All alone, dancing in the dark. . .

I line up my steps, breath deeply, and run-and-go until I'm about thirty yards away, where the first knife leaves my hands. It hits with a loud thud, giving me the sense of satisfaction that I'm rather used to after eight years of this. I smile, turning when I see a blonde girl walking through the door. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Aria]

After walking all the way to the training room, I basically shoved the fee at the guy and slammed open the door to the girl's locker room. A few frowned or smiled at my appearance. It was hard to ignore the changing girls as I waltzed past to change myself. I set down my training bag in disgust of my behavior. A scowl crossed my face. The mornings events run through my mind. I can't wait to get out of there.

I slip on my dark blue sports bra and black biker shorts. I am sure to take my time so I don't have to run into Derek. Derek happens to be my boyfriend and I haven't grown proud of it. I'm too afraid to tell him "No" or anything that will get him away from me. I've grown to be disgusted with him as well as my father. And even then I didn't have the guts to say anything.

I let my chest rise then lower before strapping on my belt and sliding on my forest green gloves. I slumped out the locker room, not succeeding in avoiding the girls around me. Right as I am about to open the door to the training room Derek's arm catches the door. "Lizza, we can skip right." It wasn't a question, so I gave him slight shake of my head and tried the door again. I shifted my weight to one hip and frown up at him. "Come on you're good as it is. You need a break."

"You've been saying this everyday almost. I'm a Career I want to train and I need to so if you'd let have this one day..." I trailed off, seeing him come closer to me. Derek disgusted me. He really did. He wasn't the best kisser and now I hated my brother for talking me into the guy. Two years older and he'll turn out to be a jerk. Just as I thought.

My head dodged his lips, making him stumble forward, allowing me to swing open the door. I looked at all of the new weapons I still had to master. Heads were turned toward me as I sauntered over to my favorite station. Maces. A smirk crossed my lips as I approached the weapons. Before picking one up, I tied my long hair back into a high ponytail and grabbed the first mace I spotted. I turned around quickly with the mace set in both my palms. I searched the room to see any signs of Derek. None so far, but my eyes stopped on another girl who was dealing with the knives. She had smiled at me before so I smiled back. A little late. I dropped my gaze at the ground and headed over to a set of dummies, my victims of my favorite weapon.

I lifted up the mace and started to swing it in a circular movement above my head. My challenge today was to run and swing the mace in front of me. I had tried it once before but didn't dare give it another. Today I decided I would. I squinted at my targets before charging. The mace's motion kept going and I took my other arm to change its position, swinging in front of me. It made it's mark on three of the four dummies. I threw up my hand to catch the mace in its motion and tilted my head. Not bad.