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Post by Sparky on Sept 2, 2017 20:57:38 GMT -5
Arianna
Arianna rested the tip of the blade that she held on her lower lip, closing her eyes for a moment. She could feel the gaze of a few gamemakers on her, but that didn't upset her emotions. Gamemakers often watched tributes train from a distant balcony that overlooked the training center. The career launched the knife from her left hand, smirking slightly as it dug deep into the heart of the dummy. Levi Levi's practice with the bow didn't end even after over an hour of training. And for a simple reason- he didn't want it to end. He fired arrow after arrow into the target, feeling more and more comfortable with each shot. He practiced at different distances, angles, and even with time limits. His right arm was getting tired from pulling back the bow so many times, but he felt that the exercise was worth it.
Until it wasn't.
How are you even going to get your hands on a bow in the actual games? His practice was a waste of time and effort. Over and over he shot, each time getting gradually more focused around the center. But it didn't matter how well he shot, because his death was inevitable- likely only a week from now.
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Post by Winona on Sept 3, 2017 7:22:22 GMT -5
((Hmm... I'll make some more characters later today. XD What's the limit on characters you can have? Like, are we not going to officially start until all positions are filled?))
Kairos hadn't really done much practicing. He had long since tied himself to his fate of death, probably within the first few days of the Games. Sure, he would have loved to win and return home to his parents and sister, but what chance did he have against these tributes, many of which has been practicing for this moment since they could first walk? The answer was none. Kai had absolutely no chance, and he has resigned himself to that. He had already given up. He had never picked up any of these weapons in a violent matter and many of them, he had no idea what they did or what they were. Living in District 10 had resigned him to a life of playing with cows -- which was not helpful. He paused, watching a boy shooting a bow until Kai himself grew tired of it. He was also probably going through the same thing he was. Then he moved on, watching an obvious Career throw knives into the heart of a dummy. Would that be him?
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Post by Sparky on Sept 3, 2017 20:24:41 GMT -5
<< I would say three or four is a good character limit. We don't have to wait for all of the slots to be filled before we start the games. I would like to get a few roleplaying days of training before we start the games, though. Introduce our charries and such through some non-life-threatening action. >> Levi
Eventually, the bow that Levi held grew heavy and difficult to draw. He placed the bow back on the rack that he had gotten it from and paced over to a survival station. For the past hour his mind had been telling him that it was impossible for him to even get his hands on a bow in the games, but Levi was never very good at listening. Even if the voice echoed relentlessly throughout his skull.
The survival station, he told himself, would give him information that would prove to be more useful than his prowess of the bow and arrow.
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Post by Misty on Sept 3, 2017 20:49:11 GMT -5
(I'm working on my character forms finally! AND I'M DONE!)
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Post by Sparky on Sept 3, 2017 22:03:16 GMT -5
<< That's great! I'll get your characters added right away ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif) >>
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Post by Misty on Sept 3, 2017 22:09:39 GMT -5
(Thanks!)
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Post by Sparky on Sept 3, 2017 22:37:07 GMT -5
Arianna
Three targets, three knives. A practice she had done multiple times before. Balancing the blades between her fingers, Arianna could imagine being back at Four, training at restored warehouse that had been transformed into a training center. She had gone there as a kid daily, not ever imagining that she would ever actually compete in the Hunger Games. Career district reapings were always the same. A person's name was called, and immediately two to three people would yell over the crowd- volunteering.
Arianna was lucky enough that she didn't have to compete with anyone for the spot- she was the only one who volunteered. Good thing, too, she thought, mindlessly throwing the knives at their targets. Three kills.
It made sense that she was the only one to volunteer. Many of the other girls her age were probably waiting for the next quarter quell, which was in just two years time. She would be a mentor and eighteen for the 100th Hunger Games. She was sure of it.
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Post by Misty on Sept 4, 2017 11:33:26 GMT -5
Luke The teenager’s fist curled tightly around the hilt of a throwing knife, and he looked down at his reflection in the blade. This was the moment he had been most excited for over the last four years. Well, this moment and winning the Games. There was no doubt in the teen’s mind that he would win. Luke had already determined who would be his greatest competition – the Careers and some of the tributes from the districts with more labor-intensive jobs – and he wasn’t worried at all. Of them all, he fully believed that he was the best all-around athlete. He flipped the knife end-over-end before catching it and glancing over at Ariana, and the teenager resisted the urge to let out a laugh. Sure, she had gone through the same training he had, but from what he remembered, she was near useless without a weapon. As were most girls, he added. Luke finally threw the knife, not needing to look over to see that it had landed perfectly in the bullseye. He stood straight and sent a curious look at Ariana, wanting to see what she would do next.
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Post by Sparky on Sept 6, 2017 18:40:39 GMT -5
Arianna
A small thunk sounded to Ariana's left, making her tilt her head. The knife that protruded from the target belonged to her district partner and fellow career- Luke Stryder. She gave him a small smile as he glanced her way, hoping to catch him a bit off guard. They were currently heading to their deaths, right? Her smile was out of place, yet it represented a mask that she didn't want others to penetrate.
"You're doing well," she commented nonchalantly, eyeing his knife - which had struck in the very middle of the target - in the corner of her vision. She spun the knife in her hand so that her hand gripped the handle, then casually flipped it a few times. A nervous tick of hers - yet she doubted anyone saw it as that. "Are knives your preferred weapon?"
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Post by Misty on Sept 7, 2017 22:22:25 GMT -5
(So, I should throw this out there that once Sunday comes, I don't know how much I'll be on because of Irma.)
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Post by Misty on Sept 18, 2017 23:21:52 GMT -5
(Okay, I have power back and all that, but I'm trying to catch up on homework and get readjusted going to class.)
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