Panem Post (96th Games ed.)

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Congratulations to Panem's 96th Hunger Games Victor: Lionel Estrada of District Five - authored by Kiah!

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Retro Games: 10th Quell
Meet the tributes facing Panem's second Quell: the 10th Annual Hunger Games. Who alone will emerge from the sewers alive? Only time will tell...

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Malachor Erso D2 (Cato)
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I wish Cato didnt die

Sundown (Marik/Mach) Oct 11, 2023 23:10:15 GMT -5

Post by Malachor Erso D2 (Cato) on Oct 11, 2023 23:10:15 GMT -5

Being here is tough. I've looked at so many stations, and I still feel as though I haven't learned much of anything. I've taken a break and tried to get something to eat, yet my mind is racing and nothing really tastes good anymore. My family would love everything here, and I hate that I can't give them any of this. I shake my head as I move around the training center. I look at the fighting stations. These are so very important, and I know that I need to learn how to use various weapons, but I shouldn't have to. I hate that I'm a puppet in this game because I want to make sure my family stays okay. I always want them to be okay.

I stop at the hand to hand station, and I take a moment to ask the trainer standing there so tell me some tips. He talks me through how to stand, and he tells me how to hold my hands. I repeat it back to him, and then he talks me how to defend myself to prevent someone from attacking me. It's a lot to take in, and I don't understand it much, but I keep repeating it over in my head. Maybe this is okay. Maybe I can figure it out. I nod my head and practice the movements a couple of times, and all I can do is wonder if I'm messing up. I then look around wondering if anyone would join me. Maybe this is what I need to help get myself further and understand what it means to truly defend myself.

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d10f ekta ram // [earthling]
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cameron stood in line for an hour for a stupid ride for me <3 best <3

Sundown (Marik/Mach) Oct 13, 2023 22:18:28 GMT -5

Post by d10f ekta ram // [earthling] on Oct 13, 2023 22:18:28 GMT -5

For once, like maybe for the first time since he arrived in the Capitol, Machiavelli is neither covered in food nor sweat. He came directly to the gym from the district 8 apartment, freshly showered and in a clean grey uniform. His stylists seemed to think there should be an outfit for every part of one's day. He couldn't break it to them that back home he often wore the same outfit many days in a row to extend the period between washing.

He has a plan. And the plan is to not be predictable. He's spent a lot of time at the weapons stations -- too much, probably -- and some at the plants and first aid, just to get those out of the way. He ought to at least attempt some of the mentally taxing stations, like charisma, but he just can't bring himself to feel like an idiot just at this moment.

Instead, he slows down as he walks by the hand-to-hand station. In the shadow of a pillar he listens to the advice dolled out to one of the District Twelves. He can't quite remember if this one is Roe and the other one is Marik. He hasn't spoken to either.

When the trainer bows out, Machiavelli figures he knows just about as much about hand-to-hand combat as the Twelver so... why not? He ducks into the ring smiling. "Machiavelli, from Eight. Do we wait for a gong or something or are we not really trying to be gentlemen any more?" The smile has evolved into a smirk as Machiavelli lifts his fists.

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