Wandering Affairs [Gempol]

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 10:38:30 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 17, 2009 10:38:30 GMT -5

Adelaide

I. Hate. My. Life.

Okay, so maybe I'm just being dramatic. Really, I'm here on official business - after all, as Offensive Commander, it's good to scope out where all the action is. The Upper Districts are no exception. All of the Careers hang out around here. As a child of one of the Middle Districts, I had grown up hating Careers, even if most of the time I didn't pay much attention to the Hunger Games in the first place. That hatred just escalated the year my brother was killed as a Tribute. He was killed by a Career. What district, I wasn't sure. I just know he isn't alive now. However, it seems like Careers make the best recruits, as well as the ones that give the best fighting advice (even to those who they don't know, like me).

So here I am, wandering the streets of District One, hating that I have to be here in the first place. Usually, I wouldn't mind, you know? Today, though, is an exception. It's sweltering, and my hair is damp with humidity. Pulling it up into a ponytail, I relieve some of the heat from my neck, but not much. Not only that, but no one had even talked to me. Most of the time, when I'm in the Upper Districts, someone will at least talk to me. Some of them will even give me weird looks, so I challenge them. They'll accept, and then after I beat them we'll talk. No such luck today. Everyone seems very laid-back.

It's just going to be one of those days.

Last Edit: Apr 17, 2009 11:22:16 GMT -5 by Aura

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Adelaide / Wanderer

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 11:08:56 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Apr 17, 2009 11:08:56 GMT -5

*{Matthew}*

This wasn't my year.

After all the hard work, all the sweat, and all the pain I wasn't chosen to be a contender in the Hunger Games. It was a bit upsetting, to not have the scripted name on the tiny slip of paper be yours. Of course, I could always have volunteered but something stopped me from doing so. Instinct? Fear? No. I do not fear anything, nor do I act on instinct. Maybe my mind subconsciously told me to wait. To wait until I was in my prime and my victory would be imminent. Ah well. At least I get another year to train.

The Opening Ceremonies were taking place in the Capitol as I walk on the richest boulevard of District One. I had watched part of it on my plasma yesterday night. I sized up the contestants. Tested them in my mind. The only people I see capable of winning are my fellow Careers. Everybody else looks weak. Fragile. I can already see their dead bodies bleeding to death in the Cornucopia while the Careers battle each other in a true fight to the death. A comforting thought, no. I think so.

Gray clouds are hovering over my head. They look very imposing. It's strange how it might rain on this stove of a day. I quicken my pace, wanting to get to the Training Center quickly. I had challenged my friend to a spear fight. I had to win, for I did not really adore this friend of mine and I wanted to show him what I was capable of. The last thing I need is to be caught in a heavy spring rain.

I look around me as I walk. Nobody seems to be out on this day. Strange. It doesn't quite affect me though. Nothing really affects me, except for training and the occasional fight. I just continue walking, glancing at the street signs and making sure I was slowly nearing my destination.

After about ten minutes or so, I can see somebody walking in another direction. A female. About my age, I would think. I straighten up, keeping my broad shoulders broad. People are supposed to be able to distinguish a Career from a normal person. I smirk ever so slightly as I pass the girl.

OOC: Ugh, didn't know how to end it :P

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 11:30:33 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 17, 2009 11:30:33 GMT -5

Adelaide

I look up as I hear footsteps approaching me. Coming closer, I see the figure of a guy, probably around my age. He seems to be sizing me up, and then he straightens, smirking as he walks by me. Does he really think he can get away with that? Right now, I'm not really in the mood for someone to give me that look, especially when it's supposed to be me throwing smirks at people - which I have been doing; it's just no one responds. Furious at this turn of events, in which I become not the predator but the prey, I change paths and step right in his way.

Already, I can feel myself begin to overflow with whatever it was that made people automatically like me, like to be around me. However, I was in no way going to help it along this time. I don't want this insolent creep to be my friend. Standing firmly in his path, I say menacingly, in a low voice, "Do you really want to try me right now?" My eyes flash, like a thunderstorm. "Just because you're a Career doesn't mean you can treat others like dirt, you know." Aggressively, I ask him, "Do you really think you could beat me in a fight?"

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Adelaide / Wanderer

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 16:55:50 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Apr 17, 2009 16:55:50 GMT -5

I'm taken aback by the girl's response. She doesn't seem to be like the normal girls that drooled over their jewelry and obsessed over their appearance. This one looked tougher. I roll my eyes. I don't think I want to be distracted by this being, I'll probably be late for me ever so important battle in the Center. I can already feel drops plummeting from the sky, ever so slightly hitting my cheeks. Time is training, as I put it. I let my smirk cover more of my face. I've been in situations like this, where a witty response was necessary to win. Witty responses were vital in the Games, which is something I realized before my fellow Careers did.

"I'm sorry if I frustrate you, but I have to get on my way." I reply, as coolly as I can. I want to make another remark, about how she said we treated other people like dirt, but I really have to get going. Markus is probably sharpening his spear as I stand here, with the girl's gaze boring holes into my flesh.

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 21:04:24 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 17, 2009 21:04:24 GMT -5

Adelaide

I want to scream in frustration. What is it about this guy that makes me so mad? I glare at him as he rolls his eyes and that stupid smirk grows across his face. Who the heck does he think he is, anyways? My eyes roll heavenward while I feel like screaming furiously, Why me?! I don't deserve this! Of course, I do this right when the drops begin falling from the sky, and one of them hits me in the eye. In my mind, I curse angrily. This day was turning worse and worse by the second. Meanwhile, the Career makes his disdain for me clear as he says, "I'm sorry if I frustrate you, but I have to get on my way." What is it about the Upper Districts producing jerks that annoys me so much?

Menacingly, I take a step closer. For me, it's not hard to make eye contact with him, tall as I am. In a low voice, I tell him, "This is exactly what I mean. Just brushing people off like that? Totally rude. How can you even live with yourself?" I jab an angry finger at him, my eyes fierce and stormy. "You should be ashamed. I can't believe you're going to totally ignore someone. And for what?" I knew where he was going and what for; it was obvious in the way he seemed anticipatory, the direction he was going. You're not a natural leader without being able to read people that easily. "A fight? What with?" I laugh mockingly. "Let me guess - some kind of weapon. Ever had to rely purely on instinct buddy?" Another step closer. "I don't think so."

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Alleila Marianne Hopkins / District 2
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Adelaide / Wanderer

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 21:25:48 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Apr 17, 2009 21:25:48 GMT -5

I try my best not to laugh. It's obvious she has no ties to District One. Probably some lower District citizen. I really feel like just turning my heel and walking away but this girl has me transfixed to my spot. Her remarks are that of hatred. She hates me so much. I can tell. It's easy to read her movements, how her face cringes when she looks me in the eye. But I've done my research, and I know how to respond to her first statement.

"I am just agreeing to the order of society; nature. Our kind of peoples have been chosen to be higher than the rest. It is called natural selection. I am just following what I have been taught my entire life."

I stop for a few moments and think about her next statement.

"I do not follow my instinct. I calculate everything in my head; determine strategies. I can fight as long as I don't use rash impulses. That may not be how you fight, but it is how I do."

I think I'm pretty much done here. I've made my point, and the rain is starting to fall harder. I turn and walk slowly toward the next avenue. Boy, I am going to be late for sure. But I'll keep Markus waiting. I'll be "fashionably late" as the citizens in District One love saying.

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 22:00:31 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 17, 2009 22:00:31 GMT -5

Adelaide

I wait for him to apologize to me; usually, upon meeting me, people will apologize of anything, even if they hadn't wronged me in any way. Those times, though, I had been the model leader - caring, sweet, full of compassion, authoritative. Right now, I was pretty much acting like an uncivilized savage...not that I really cared at the moment. I am absolutely taken aback whne he says, "I am just agreeing to the order of society; nature. Our kind of peoples have been chosen to be higher than the rest. It is called natural selection. I am just following what I have been taught my entire life." My mouth drops open. What did he just say to me?!

Before I can scream at him, though, he continues, "I do not follow my instinct. I calculate everything in my head; determine strategies. I can fight as long as I don't use rash impulses. That may not be how you fight, but it is how I do." Again, what did he just tell me? What the frick? I curse loudly in my head, knowing that it will make even more of a scene if I scream and yell. And yet...I begin to speak, to tell him how wrong he is, when he turns and begins walking away. Oh, no. He did not just do that.

And with that, I lost it. People do not walk away from me. Not only is it impolite, but he had just told me that I was inferior in both my thinking skills and in who I was. And in how I fight. No one insults me like that and gets away with that. Immediately, even with the rain falling, I run after him, ignoring it. He's walking slowly and calmly enough that I easily catch up to him, pass him, and then turn around and punch him squarely in the face. Maybe that will teach him a lesson. I've learned over the years that anyone who gets punched by me rarely messes around with me after that. "It is not natural selection. You were freaking lucky to get born here. And even then, it's the Capitol who controls everything, not you. You really think you have a choice in this world? Take another guess." I take a deep breath, going on. "And if you really think you'll be able to think everything through when you're in the Games, think again. You run on instinct there. And you always will. There is no such thing as 'calculating.' In the end, instinct is all that matters."

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Alleila Marianne Hopkins / District 2
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Adelaide / Wanderer

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 22:25:49 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Apr 17, 2009 22:25:49 GMT -5

She punched me. Who in the world punches a Career? This is it. I don't care if I have to do this in public. I turn my head, and poke the little bruise on my cheek. I laugh. A full laugh. This isn't about my own personal preference anymore, no. Not at all. I have to teach her a lesson for messing with a Career. I take a quick breath and prepare another speech.

"I know I am not in control of anything. Nature is. And nature has chosen me to be in a higher level. On top of the food chain. And now you are breaking nature's wish. So I must teach you a lesson."

From training in the Center for years I've learned that the phrase "never hit girls" is completely obsolete in some situations. Without a single moment pause I grab the girl by the shoulders and slam her into the wall of the building next to us. I use a technique I learned a few weeks ago and focus all my energy into my arms. I lift her a few inches off the ground. Doing this is very hard, and inside I'm sweating like a wildebeest. But outside I look expressionless. I can't keep this up for long though. I lower her a bit.

I wait for her to try and fight back.

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 22:43:03 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 17, 2009 22:43:03 GMT -5

Adelaide

He takes a quick breath. Again, I'm prepared for him to say something apologetic. And again, I judged him wrong. "I know I am not in control of anything. Nature is. And nature has chosen me to be in a higher level. On top of the food chain. And now you are breaking nature's wish. So I must teach you a lesson." WHAT?! I cannot believe he just told me that. I can't believe I misjudged him. I get ready to lose it when he suddenly grabs me and slams me against the wall behind us. Pain laces through my back, and I feel the breath whoosh out of me. Instead of getting weaker, though, especially as he starts forcing all of his energy into his arms and lifts me off the ground (which, by the way, scrapes my already aching back against the wall), I'm getting an adrenaline rush.

And for me, adrenaline rushes are good. Extremely good.

Figuring he wants me to do the stereotypical girl struggle, I pretend to be weak and whimper while I shimmy my shoulders, "trying" to break free. Of course it doesn't work, but I can tell that whatever he's doing is weakening him already. Stupid choice at the beginning of a fight, of course. He lowers me a bit. This is all it takes for me to aim a substantial kick at his stomach - not at his abs, because I'm sure his are hard and I'll hurt my foot - but in the lower area, near his abdomen. It affects everyone, and my legs are strong from years of walking everywhere and fighting everything. And then I kick him below the belt. I know for a fact that he'll feel something there, unless he's some kind of freak. Waiting for him to retaliate in some ways, I subtly shift my shoulders, already slipping out of his grip. It's so stupid of him to weaken himself so early in a fight.

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 23:02:35 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Apr 17, 2009 23:02:35 GMT -5

The pain is substantial enough for me to jump back.

Nobody in my life, in all the fights I've been, has ever been so low to hit ... well, so low. My face reddens in agony, but I don't stay back much longer. I loosely aim at the girl, but she leaps out of my way. After a few moments I regain my posture and am about to attack once more when I stupidly realize that I'm standing right next to the Training Center. A few flashes of ideas project in my mind. Suddenly, I stand straight and smile. I'm ready to bring this fight to an abrupt stop. I'm about to give her the offer anyone would accept immediately.

"Do you want a taste of what it's like to be a Career?"

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 17, 2009 23:18:31 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 17, 2009 23:18:31 GMT -5

Adelaide

He jumps back after I kick him...well, down there. His face reddens in agony, and I feel a flush of satisfaction. That's what happens when you mess with me. Especially after being such a stupid butthead. I leap out of his way when he tries to attack me again. After that, he waits a few moments before finally straightening up. Eyeing him warily, I back up a little bit, just in case he's going to try and attack me again. I can see cogs working in his head, though, and my eyes narrow suspiciously. What is he thinking of? I'm totally surprised when he suddenly says, almost pleasantly, "Do you want a taste of what it's like to be a Career?"

My mouth drops open. The jerk is actually smiling at me, thinking that he's just offered me the opportunity of a lifetime or something. What kind of world is he living in, anyways? Immediately, to hide the fact that I'm totally taken aback, I laugh. "Really?" I say incredulously, giving him one of those I-knew-you-were-stupid-but-not-that-stupid looks. "And what makes you think I would want to do that? Especially with you?" I know he's just trying to end the fight, but I can't resist poking words in edgewise. My anger is so complete, I almost surprise myself. But not quite.

And then I realize that I could get some good fighting tips in there. Really good ones. The offensive members of the Uprising could do well with knowing all of these techniques. My eyes narrow, thinking it through. If I could take some tips from these Careers, we could have a chance of beating the Capitol. Not surety, but a chance. And so I say, warily, "But..." I try and make this sound as little hypocritical as possible. "I suppose I could come in there. Just to see what it's like." Thankfully, today I'm just wearing a black tank top and black pants, and my hair looks pretty decent. My shawl would just draw attention, and, well...I don't really want it. I gesture at the door. "Well, Careers first." I make the disgust in my tone clear.

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 18, 2009 15:09:29 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Apr 18, 2009 15:09:29 GMT -5

She takes me up on my offer. I smile ever so slightly. She beckons to me to go first, and I politely nod my head. I know that she wants to learn advanced fighting techniques. For what purpose I don't know. I turn and push the glass door. Everyone looks up for a second, then they all continue on what they were doing. I walk boastfully to my station. Markus waits there, sharpening his long weapon. He looks at me and jabs the spear in the air, a silent question. I shake my head. I see Markus hang his head in disappointment out of the corner of my mind. I gesture to the female to follow me through the facility.

"You may enter any station you wish. You will be my guest. You're welcome to see what us Careers learn."

I'm not entirely sure why I am doing this. Maybe to show the girl how advanced we are. Maybe I just didn't want to fight with an inferior. No matter. I look around, make sure nobody is following or watching me, and head to the back to use the restroom.

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 18, 2009 15:40:05 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 18, 2009 15:40:05 GMT -5

Adelaide

We walk in. Thankfully, no one gives us more than a glance, although I do catch a few people sending me a few strange looks. They stop once I turn my burning gaze on them. Meanwhile, I glare at this guy out of the corner of my eye, watching his arrogance with disgust. What kind of crap do they brainwash these Careers with, anyways? Right now, I honestly feel like taking my knife and stabbing it into his heart. Maybe then he'll learn a thing or two on what it's like to have to fight on instinct. Obviously, he doesn't understand what it will actually be like in the Games, nor does he seem to register that people from other Districts win as well. His statement to me has such a boastful tone I feel like strangling him. "You may enter any station you wish. You will be my guest. You're welcome to see what us Careers learn." Like he's giving me permission to exercise my free agency. Before I can snap at him, though, he walks away to the back, probably to the restroom.

Ticked off, I take a look around. The people in here carry themselves the same way he does - arrogantly, seeming to think that they're better than everyone else. Well. I'll just have to show them that they're wrong. Glancing around, I see an area where one can throw knives at a life-size dummy. Right now, it appears, there aren't many people over there. I walk over, smiling charmingly at a guy that doesn't seem to be as bad as the others, but he just looks at me and looks away. So much for making friends here, I guess. Now even more ticked, I see a bundle of knives waiting for someone to pick them up. They're nice items - sleek, sharp, perfect for slipping between someone's ribs. I pick up the bundle and drift over to an available dummy. Pulling a knife from the pack, I throw it up in the air a few times, trying it on for size, before throwing it with surprising force and hitting the dummy's eye right on target. The distance isn't very hard, so I quickly mutilate the figure, throwing knives where all the major arteries would be - throat, armpit, upper thigh, heart. Well. This was a waste of time.

Before moving on, I manage to strap a few of the unused knives to my leg without anyone noticing. These will be useful later, I'm sure. Standing up again, I look around and see some sparring going on between Careers. It looks pretty intense, but it also seems so rigid, like they were all trained a certain way and wouldn't deviate from the norm if their life depended on it. I snort disdainfully. Not only does that reveal weaknesses to one's fellow Tribute, it also means that one won't know how to fight in a real situation. Immediately, I walk over there, and the instructor pairs me with someone else. It only takes me a few minutes to pin him on the ground, even though it was a good sparring match. He knew how to fight well; he just didn't know what to do when I pulled unknown tricks on him. Looking around, I wonder if that stupid guy saw me totally beat this guy down. If he did, maybe he would realize that I can fight just as good as he can.

Last Edit: Apr 18, 2009 15:40:28 GMT -5 by Aura

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 18, 2009 20:20:56 GMT -5

Post by Gempol on Apr 18, 2009 20:20:56 GMT -5

Flush.

I step out of the marble stall and walk towards the sink. I touch the button and the machine responds by sending a stream of hot water running down the faucet. I let my hands be cleaned by the liquid. The water was enriched with antiseptic minerals that slashed the need for soap. I find a Career like me washing his hands next to me. I look at him for a moment, then turn my gaze back to my hands. Us Careers don't spend a lot of times socializing. You don't want to make friends with people that you're destined to kill. But I'm shocked when the Career asks me a question.

"You brought a girl in .. who is she?"

I smirk, and turn off the enriched water. I look at myself in the mirror. I think I look attractive today, but maybe that's just me. I think a moment before answering his question.

"Ah, just a nobody."

I wipe my hands and walk away. I think I'm good at walking away from people. I open the door to the rest of the Center just in time to see the girl I brought in pin a boy to the ground.

"Wow." the guy from the bathroom says as I walk into the sparring area.

"Bravo!" I applaud the girl with a hearty clap. I knew she would be able to beat one of the weaker Careers. I approach her. "Enjoying the Center?"

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Wandering Affairs [Gempol] Apr 18, 2009 22:28:33 GMT -5

Post by Aura on Apr 18, 2009 22:28:33 GMT -5

Adelaide

I hear hearty applause behind me and turn to see the stupid Career that brought me in this place. He acts like he knew it would happen all along; either that, or he's just an incredible fake. Probably both. "Bravo!" He cheers, and then he walks up to me. "Enjoying the Center?" My eyes narrow. What is it with these people and facades of camaraderie? Did he even see most of the fight? Probably not. Getting up off of the other Career, I watch him walk off in the other direction. I can see a bruise forming on one of his arms, and I have to hold back a snicker. None of them are really as tough as they think they are, are they?

Looking back at the guy, who is still holding himself like he's the most attractive man in the whole entire room (which he's not, by the way), I say coolly, "I've found this place to be incredibly easy." Gesturing over toward the knife station, I point out the dummy that I mutilated. "See over there?" There's one of the workers there, trying to pull out the knives I threw. I can see he's having a bit of difficult with each one. Hmmm. Maybe I threw them harder than I thought. Again, I have to hold back a snicker. Glancing back at him, I say, "Maybe it's just because I haven't tried all the stations. I think, though, that you're living under an illusion where you think you're stronger than you really are." I'm treading on dangerous territory here; right now, though, I'm not exactly the most logical person around. Perhaps two extremely arrogant people in the same room, especially when they know each other (to some extent) is an extremely bad idea.

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