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Post by venus on Aug 8, 2017 20:02:47 GMT -5
ah i see. maybe we could do that later on, after the actual games?
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Aug 8, 2017 20:33:17 GMT -5
Sulla was not, and I repeat, not, looking forward to these pre-training interviews. There's no point in doing more than one interview, half these kids are probably freaking out right now, putting them on live television is gonna be like putting a deer in headlights. The young man thought bitterly to himself. The girl from his district, Clara, was a perfect example of that, she was a simple farm girl from district 9, she had no business being here. Neither did he for that matter, but Sulla had come to terms with his fate... and that was to be the victor of the 80th annual hunger games. No Sulla didn't really believe he'd win, I mean just look at rhe behemoth from district 1, but he did think he'd have a good shot at second or third. Hell if he could get an ally, then backstab them at the last possible second, who knows how far he could make it. Whatever the case may be, Sulla was expecting to compete not to die. In all honesty though, he still couldn't believe he was here, in the Capitol. It seems like it was just yesterday that he was harvesting grain with his dad and all his friends... oh wait... it was. A loud voice broke the young mans train of thought as he heard the booming voice of the famous talk show host Caesar Flickerman, calling for the first contestant. Sulla glared at the monster sized boy from district 1 as he made his way on stage, dressed in the simple training attire everyone else was wearing. Luscious Tanzaro was the boy's, if you can call him that, name. One by one Caesar called the tributes down until he called the girl from district 3, what was her name? He had just heard it but wasn't paying attention when it was mentioned. Something about her bad caught his eye, something he couldn't tell if he liked or not.
"My dear! Thank you, thank you for coming, this must be a very exciting moment from you, coming from little 'ole district 3! Now, why don't you tell us a little about yourself darling? What is it, that you do for fun back home?" Caesar roared as he greeted the girl.
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Post by venus on Aug 9, 2017 1:33:28 GMT -5
sorry for poofing! got pretty busy with some family stuff :'0
If there was one thing Jude had learned from her mentor, it was being able to schmooze and smooth talk. She had a decently pretty face, could be feisty, it was just a matter of learning to smile and making her usual quips with good timing. Her mentor, named Illora Ester, knew her stuff; all sweet words and batting eyelashes when she needed something, but really she was grim, and from the get-go taught Jude how to try and play the sponsors and crowd like a fiddle. Show them you're confident, you're not here to play around. Fake it 'til you make it, find an angle they can like you with, and those parachutes will save your life out there. That's what Jude was told, and she was happy to oblige.
The shell shock was hard to shake, though. Jude kept thinking about home. The work in the factories was awful and backbreaking, and that combined with her work as a mechanic on the side, she spent most of her life working and exhausted to help her father and brothers. They all worked and lived in the slums. But now, there was a chance. She wouldn't let it go by a long shot. The girl had endurance from her long days of work, and figured if she had an alliance, they'd have better chances out there. She was fast, not too strong, but figured she could dedicate herself as much as possible during training and figure it out. Jude was immediately shaken back into reality, however, once her named was announced and she was ushered onstage to interview. The lights were blinding and gave her a headache that throbbed behind her eyes. The advice from Illora slipped her mind completely, and then flooded in all at once as she warmly greeted Caesar and sat in the hard plastic chair.
"Well, as already said, my name is Jude Cienfuegos. Gosh, back home can't even compare to the fun stuff I've already done here, right? I love my district, but mechanic work is pretty drab." The girl did her best to talk animatedly. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, gestured with her hands, kept her smile, and was relieved when she was well received. If only it'd be this easy in the arena.
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Aug 9, 2017 12:05:42 GMT -5
Sulla rolled his eyes at Jude's comments, he hated the 'wide eyed, were not in Kansas anymore' routine that so many tributes had used from years past. He sneered as she sucked up to Caesar and the crowd, "Whatever you do Clara... don't do that annoying and cliche 'puppy dog act'... just be yourself and you'll be fine." He whispered in the younger teen beside him. His spiteful attitude earned him a jab in the ribs by his mentor Avery Cascade. Sulla shot a menacing glare at the former victor, not that it mattered, Avery would mop the floor with Sulla if they were to fight right now. The dudes hands were big enough, and strong enough, to crush Sulla's head.
Avery despite winning the games ten years ago was only twenty three years old and one of the more famous tributes in recent history, due to the fact he is three youngest victor ever. That being said, Avery was bigger than most full grown men by the time he was twelve, and despite being only thirteen years old and hailing from district 9 he was a heavy favorite to win the games that year. He won in large part thanks to a forest fire that killed off the remaking career pack making the game that much easier for him. Well that and the fact that the only person alive other than Avery had third degree burns that were so severe that she would have died anyways, even if she did win the games."You'll be wise to follow her lead Clara, 3's mentor, she's a smart cookie that one.
Sulla muttered something incomprehensible under his breath and turned his attention back towards the interview. Caesar roared with laughter at every little thing Jude said, throwing some questions for her here and there. "Cienfuegos." Caesar said pronunciating every syllable. "That is such an interesting last name, so memorable! You've gotta thank your parents for that one eh?... Speaking of, I know that you truly do like it here in the Capitol and I do wish you could stay here longer but... the games, tell me. Why do you think you can win?" Caesar roared, getting quieter and quieter until he was almost at a whisper.
Sulla watched, intently as to what the girl was going to say. Normally he'd hate and ignore people who acted the way she did, and he tried at first, but something about her just... made him want to watch. His mentor smirked at the seventeen year old, knowing full well that as much crap Sulla gave Jude for the 'puppy dog attitude' it had everyone watching with anticipation, including Sulla himself.
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Post by venus on Aug 9, 2017 13:48:44 GMT -5
"Why do I think I can win, huh?"
Throughout the interview, Jude had held her head up high, never forgetting that she needed the crowd to like her. It was almost sickening, when she thought about it, the fact that the thin line between life and death could be dictated by people looking for a good show. Jude had expected Caesar's question, hearing it from the other tribute's interviews as well. She had been listening adeptly to everyone's, after all. Know your enemy. Her face softened for a minute, before she furrowed her eyebrows and sat up straight. "I don't need to think I can win, because I will. When you're from District 3, you figure out survival, and that's what it's all about. Outliving your opponents, right?" Jude wrung her calloused hands. "Nothing will stop me from going back home to my family, and making my district proud. There's nothing else I could ask for than to see my brothers and my father again." While she had fluffed up her answer a bit for the crowd, the look on Jude's face had switched from artificial sweetness to a bold gaze out at the colorful audience. The Capitol folk gave a loud 'aww' at the mention of her family, and applauded her. And with that, Jude's interview was over, and the male tribute from her District was next to go onstage.
So far, Jude wasn't sure if she liked the boy from her district. His name was Eris Morado, he was fairly tall, had some strength to him, but he was kind of a rock. Dumb as one, that was for sure. He was very standoffish and blunt, and any time Jude tried to discuss what they could do to survive in the arena, he just reiterated that he could protect them both. Good luck against the career pack, Jude thought bitterly. They had agreed to work together in the arena but she didn't trust him. He'd be useful though.
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Post by venus on Aug 13, 2017 20:09:19 GMT -5
its alright c: take your time
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