Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard

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Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard Dec 30, 2021 3:59:25 GMT -5

Post by lance on Dec 30, 2021 3:59:25 GMT -5

As District Four was chosen to be this year's host, there was many a lively debate as to how the rounds would be conducted. As the previous Four tournament was held on the sandy beaches of the district, there were many amongst the hosts that expected that the duels would once again be fought amongst the salty breeze and lapping of the ocean. But the idea wasn't as popular amongst the Ones and Twos, who argued that that their contestants weren't as used to fighting on the unstable sands as their counterparts, and as this wasn't the Hunger Games there was no need to award a homefield advantage of any sort.

So a compromise was reached, and with a joint effort from the delegations of all three districts, Fours' Career academies were temporarily repurposed into battle arenas to weed out the literal hundreds of opponents over three arduous days. Now, on the fourth day, there remained but sixteen left, each with a handful of victories under their belt, each match taking place one at a time throughout the day. Starting with Ransom Voclain of Four versus Tatiana Harvard of Two and ending with Olivia Harper of Two versus Syrena Fray of One, each match drew rapt attention from the crowds, as the three Career district's best and brightest clashed against each other in the closest approximation to Games combat that the vast majority would ever get to face.

This fight consists of Ransom Voclain of District Four (Tom) vs Tatiana Harvard of District Two (Rave)

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Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard Dec 30, 2021 10:00:03 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2021 10:00:03 GMT -5

only when it's finished will i ask,
was it worth it all

There's always something about District 2 that makes them so desperate to prove themselves - even Tatiana found it hard to deny. She eyed up the roster the first chance she got, chewing on spearmint as she counted the last names. Le Rouxes, a Fray, a Morrisen; she could hardly pick out the one's from her district. It spiked her nerves sizing everybody up around here, so she quit it.

Instead, Tatiana enjoyed the break that came with making the top 16. It was a finalizing feeling, she'd done good enough to represent her district and from here it's just riding the waves and see what comes. 4 was so much different from home it might have been impossible to feel on ease, regardless of the competition. There was a silver lining that whenever she lost, she'd be free to hit up every strip mall and beach market she could find.

Headmaster Delilah gave her 200 to spend on whatever she needed, and as she started her first match, she couldn't help but realize she needed a new watch.

"Oi, Voclain," she offers a sloppy handshake to start the match, cutlass already propped over her neck. Tati wasn't worried of getting fucked up or losing, just of how embarrassing it would be. Could you imagine getting mollywhopped out in the first round? On National Television? It's not like 2 isn't used to being the middle child of the careers, but come on.

Don't let this be embarrassing at least.

She pulls him in like a secret, hand in hand, she whispers something sultry: "duck."

And she spins into the first swing.

[ swings at ransom ]
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[ 1124 -- Severed Right Leg at Hip -- 10 damage ]

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Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard Dec 30, 2021 17:02:04 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Dec 30, 2021 17:02:04 GMT -5

R A N S O M
V O C L A I N

Everything tastes of nicotine and boredom.

In Four, he's already known he's one of the top careers. With Voclain blood in his veins, he had to be. Voclains don't give in to anyone, but themselves. The cigarette between his lips tastes of victory already. The smoke filling his lungs to completion as he holds the trident over his shoulders with just one arm wrapped tightly around the metal. Jacynth had competed in one of these years ago, but he couldn't remember much about it. The memories of his own family issues swirling around his head like the tides crashing against rock. A taste of disaster upon his lips as he lets himself focus on Four.

Four. The district who's gotten a new victor. District Four with it's new determined view of careers, but he hated Nixie Summers. Jacynth should have been where she was. A silence fills him as he tosses the cigarette into the concrete. Stamping the ash into nothingness as he steps into the training centers that've been repurposed for this grand tournament. Ransom had defeated plenty of others to get here. The break he had was needed, but the momentum of the last dominating match had been lost. A tsk falls from his lips as he looks across to see his opponent.

Some girl from Two. A nobody by all means to him, but she was apparently one of Two's strongest. "Oi, Voclain," Normally, he'd refuse the handshake. Ransom didn't take the bait from anyone, but he's amused by the idea of someone even thinking he's naïve enough to fall for something short of risky. Instead, he takes the handshake, grips as tight as he can with his hand, trident along his shoulders as he hears the rest of her words. "duck." The cutlass cuts deep into his hip, blood spilling from the wound as he grits his teeth.

There's no flinch from the wound.

Ransom Voclain just bleeds and smiles with a toothy smirk.

"Next time you try that,"

Swinging the trident off of his shoulders and forward, he swings forward hoping his momentum pushes her back a little.

"Go for the head."

(Ransom swings his trident at Tatiana)
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Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard Dec 30, 2021 17:32:09 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2021 17:32:09 GMT -5

only when it's finished will i ask,
was it worth it all

The sound of the cutlass digging into the inner thigh of this meat head is like porn to her ears. Combat always sounds disgusting, but you get used to it the same way you get used to the smell of weed. After a bit it gets so familiar there's a comfort to it -- here I am again. In the thick of things, exchanging scars for a 1/16th chance of a title.

What grin she has is lost at the sharp end of a trident, Voclain's quick reaction sticking out of her belly as she shuffles away. "Shit!" He's got a shit grin and she presses her mesh shirt into the wound, "watch it, you could have killed me," she spits, any deeper and she may not be able to continue. They all know that's against the rules; aiming to kill's an illegal move in beginner brackets.

That's probably the only thing stopping some of these kids. You can see it on some of their faces, Tatiana's more focused on the sport of it. The title, the money; some careers just want in for the violence. She paces with her cutlass, Voclain a sturdy target and she can't risk a bad lunge. Her first hit was good enough, but the pressure sinks in now that he's in it to win it as well. There's a rhythm to the fight she tries to bounce back into it.

"Head, you say?"

Fakes a high swing, something light and wide that Voclain no doubt sees coming. The real hit comes as a thrust, Tatiana keeping her eye's on his.

[ swings at ransom ]
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[ block -- 0.0 ]

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Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard Dec 30, 2021 18:02:19 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Dec 30, 2021 18:02:19 GMT -5

R A N S O M
V O C L A I N

Combat is always a sort of dance. Careers caught up in the blood and glory of it all. As the trident moves forward, he jabs with the full intent to not hold back. "Shit!" The trident pulls from flesh with a fantastic ease. His eyes trained to Harvard with a easy smile; the world watching over his shoulders. Four has trained the best. Panem would know that. Voclain wouldn't lose to anyone else. "watch it, you could have killed me," A laugh breaks from his throat.

"Wouldn't kill you. That's no fun."

In combat, he preferred to find openings in fights. Wait for the opponent to make a mistake and strike true. Killing isn't fun until you're desperate to win. The true fun is watching people sweat under the pressure. Fumble their weapons until they realize they've been figured out. Watch the emotions of failure filter through their eyes until he can taste victory upon his lips. The taste of nicotine was only second to that. Ransom could really use another cigarette after everything.

"Head, you say?"

His eyes look up as he can see the swing. There's a pause in his mind as he can see the high swing, moving away from it, but his eyes catch a glint of metal. There's a feeling in his gut as he can see the metal shine as it comes back around. Planting his feet, he swings the trident to counter the new strike. Metal clinks against metal as he pushes the strike away. The grin on his lips grows as he can see that Harvard was going for some sort of feint. If that's how she wanted to play, he'd play this game. Shit was about to get real fun now.

"Nice try."

Stepping back, he swings the trident around his hands, swirling it through the air in a fluid motions before he brings it down from the sky. The excitement of battle starting to build in. The adrenaline of the blood dripping from his side adding to the mania of it all. Nicotine soaked on his lips as he continues to push forward hard from the sky now.

"C'mon! Is this really the best Two has got?"

(Ransom swings his trident at Tatiana)
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(Deep Gash Left Forearm 8.0)

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Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard Dec 30, 2021 19:52:09 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2021 19:52:09 GMT -5

only when it's finished will i ask,
was it worth it all

I'm getting my ass kicked.

This is harder than she imagined - the top 16 is no joke and she's never one to take things too seriously. It's coming to bite her in the ass and gut and forearm, apparently. Tatiana withstood enough to make it to District 4, and she was quick to tapping out. Maybe qualifying was enough, old Delilah would just have to be okay with that.

"Is this really the best 2 has got?" He calls out, like she hadn't nearly taken his leg off fifteen seconds ago. "Got one block and thought you won, huh?" Right when she thought of taking it easy, there's just a bit more grit to her after all. Tati shrugs off the arm slash as much as she can to carry on, at least see it through. Finish the damn thing out so blonde boy can get his roses.

Don't get cocky, she wants to say, but she's one choke-up away from getting knocked on herself. The bite's missing as she squares up, messing her steps up to trick Voclain as she can but the blood's already on the dance floor. It's her vs the shark and she's already counting herself out, "tell me, boy as confident as you are, why haven't you volunteered yet?"

[ swings at ransom ]
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[ 1137 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage ]

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Tri-District Tournament Day One: Voclain vs Harvard Dec 30, 2021 21:54:51 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Dec 30, 2021 21:54:51 GMT -5

R A N S O M
V O C L A I N

The burn of the trident in his own hands feels great.

Flesh meets metal. Blood spills with a fire in his eyes. Smoke trapped in his lungs as he can feel his own heart beating in his chest. A toothy grin upon his lips melting with the poisonous taste of his memories. Four had proven their worth the last games, but he wanted to keep the momentum up for Four. Swinging from the sky had been worth it, but he wanted to end this. The match was getting closer to an end, but he knew anything was possible. Two could easily make the greatest comeback, but he bites the thought down.

"Got one block and thought you won, huh?" Cocky. Ransom had always been a cocky bastard since he first learned how to talk. Growing up in an empty home tended to make him have to be his own cheerleader, his own support, and his own ego. Telling himself he was great was the only way he survived through it all. The trainers complementing his skill, but also questioning his judgement. Voclains didn't break. Voclains don't like to lose. Jacynth had taught him that no one should get the better of him and he followed his cousin to the ends of the earth. Her words were the one thing he hung onto with all of his might.

Except, he's alone once more.

Like he's always been.

And that's fine. He could manage to be alone.

"tell me, boy as confident as you are, why haven't you volunteered yet?"

The cutlass grazes his arm as he pushes sideways. Trident in his grip as his eyes focus back on the battle at hand. Blood spilling from his injuries; a fire of white burning in the pits of his stomach. Volunteering. Everyone kept asking him the same thing. Why not volunteer? The answer had always been simple. "Doesn't matter." Eyes burning with the deep ocean; trenches expanding with fire bursting through vents on the earth. Pulling the trident back, he swings to the side, hoping to end this.

"Four doesn't need me yet."