12. Stillness
November 30, 2008
Oliver sat on the floor of the apartment's living room, staring at the wall in front of him. He'd been like that for a few minutes. Maseo was somewhere behind him; he didn't dare look back to check where exactly.
His nose itched.
Don't do it, he thought, Don't scratch it. Don't move.
A moment later, his back stung as yet another baseball hit it. "Stop fidgeting," Maseo warned.
He cursed, turning to glare at Maseo. "What the hell is the point of this?" Oliver demanded. He'd been instructed to sit completely still, and every time he deviated from that even slightly had ended in another bruise on his back and a reprimand from Maseo.
"You're a sniper, Oliver," Maseo explained with a sigh, "You need to be able to sit completely still, without even twitching, for hours in extreme conditions. That ability will come from practice, but until then, this must do."
Oliver wanted to protest; he really did. except…that was a valid point. Damn it. He turned back to the wall with a scowl.
This would be repeated for one or two hours, once a day, every day for the next three months, in various conditions and locations. It would get gradually easier, and Oliver usually found himself leaving the sessions unbruised after two months.
A/N:
This is just a little head canon of mine. Please review, guys!