Cato, District 2 Tribute (prideof2) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-08 00:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, cato, {april brennan |
Half a League Onward (Open!)
Characters: Cato and OPEN!
When: After his thread with Prim
Location: The Changing Car
Warnings/Rating: Violence, language. Will update if necessary.
Summary: Cato's 'discussion' with Prim has him needing to destroy things. Because that's how he deals. XD Feel free to approach him while he's fighting, or immediately after. But if he's still training, be careful - he could strike out without meaning to. He gets pretty hard-core into his zone. Afterwards, although, he might actually be safer to talk to than any other time, with all those endorphins running through him from a rough workout.
Status: Open!
After his small altercation with Prim, Cato made his way hurriedly to the changing car, where he hoped he would find the training room that he had taken advantage of earlier. His heart ached, and he needed to destroy something, to put forth enough physical effort that could replace that burning doubt with a more manageable physical burn. Thankfully, he found the room basically unchanged and unoccupied, and amazingly similar to his District 2 training center. Taking a deep breath, and finding his center as he had been trained to do, he attacked the dummy with a single-minded fury that was at the same time beautiful and terrifying to watch. He wasn't a vampire, he wasn't a supernatural creature, but he was a beautiful example of a human specimen in prime physical shape, and for a normal human, he was very lethal. After he reduced the dummy to a limbless torso with his sword, he continued to the other stations, each one focusing on a different element of physical strength. Pull-up bars. Leg press. Knife throwing. Archery. And with each station, he relaxed a little more, reveling in his own strength, and feeling truly alive. This was where he belonged, this was what he was meant to do, and this is where he was happy. The doubts that he'd held in his mind for those terrifying few moments faded, and he was left with his rock-solid belief that what he was doing was not only his duty, and for the honor of his District, but also a very noble occupation. After all, the Capitol had brought them peace and prosperity. District 2 was a good place to live, and the people had enough because - and only because - of the Capitol's generosity. He was proud to be part of a pageant that they often won, one that underscored to the outlying Districts that those most loyal Districts - 1 and 2 specifically (although Four had careers also, but they were always...different), received advantages that allowed them to triumph, because they loved the Capitol, and the Capitol rewarded loyalty with plenty. It wasn't just to bring honor to Two that he fought, but to reinforce the stability of his government, to show his loyalty and patriotism, and yes, his very love of Panem and the Capitol. It was a noble thing indeed, and his Victory - or his death - would both be noble as well. He finished his work-out with another round with his sword at another dummy, the muscles of his upper body bulging as he repeated its destruction. Then he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and forehead before grabbing a bottle of water, content that his world had been set back to rights. *Credit goes to Alfred, Lord Tennyson for the title and the quote, from "The Charge of the Light Brigade." Yes. I'm a geek and my characters always have "theme" poems. XD |