A Moth's Luring Scent [[Open; keep to post order]]
Sept 12, 2010 10:34:36 GMT -5
Post by Prince Inigo on Sept 12, 2010 10:34:36 GMT -5
Takeba Suzumi
here she is!
here she is!
Another day in training week, a specific time where one honed their skills and - possibly - earned an ally or two in the Hunger Games, putting their learned actions together to create a deadly force. Careers were most likely to do the grouping deal, and they would dominant the playing field, for the most part. Their caliber even before coming into the Capitol, immense; their mother and fathers would invest time and money on their future little victors, to take home honor, riches, and fame. Hardly did the higher Districts - considered the 'Career Districts' - lose a life during the Bloodbath, it has been noted in past Hunger Games. The enormous dominating demeanor of a Career alliance would scare off the weaker-hearted, wimpier - by comparison - lower District Tributes, putting in their time for hiding and strategically picking off others.
Despite the implied ruling 'Careers to Careers, the weak to the weak', Takeba held no objection to working or being around other Tributes. So far, she was not fortunate enough to receive company, left to her own devices. The station trainers filled in the slots; however, they were older, experienced, and stayed in their business-like connection to the Tributes. Being able to express a few words did wonders for District 4's female Tribute, by-the-by. Talking with peers, although, would have provided a better sort of social euphoria.
For today, Takeba had taken the liberty to visit all the stations she had interest in, steal glances for the tents that she would not have enough time to invest. She was piqued at seeing everyone's energy during the morning, a period when people would be at their best to expend focus on. Those purple eyes watched at any others in the Training Center do their swings, jumps, and accuracy testing with a mature cheer during walks between her stations. Everyone displaying best efforts, they were beautiful, to her. Any person that happened to look at the purple-haired Tributes would be reciprocated a reassured grin.
In a few hours, all stations were visited, weary of the basics revisited and intermediate procedures fulfilled. Takeba had decided to delve into the more advanced concepts on a later date, for her mental reserves needed a cool down period. She had taken a seat at a table, sighing. Her fingers, now deeming this rest, were itching to do some activity, a hobby she used to adore and love to practice. Thinking about it, a frown formed, yet not instilled of any deep sadness or morbid thoughts.
She could never get better at that activity anymore. Not at the rate the Hunger Games would play out.
