Misinterpretation {Kousei/Charade/Cato}

ANIMUSVALENTINE

If you are what you say you are
a superstar
Then have no fear
the camera is here

The training centre is truly impressive in it's own twisted kind of way. If one was to discount the kids swinging swords and throwing knives then this place would be absolutely gorgeous. It's huge and it certainly isn't lacking in equipment. The outfit I am wearing, it's tight-fitted but not so tight it restricts my movement, it's my exact size, Of course it is, it's specially made for me. This outfit is probably worth everything I have in my closet combined; not that is concerns me much, I'd never really been bothered with such distracting things such as fashion. I was more concerned with my books and not starving to death.

We are given free reign of the training centre but for once I'm actually clueless as to where I could go. There's so many stations and they're all pretty much essential. Any knowledge of these stations could actually save my life but it's the fact that there's so many of them. The Gamemakers are already set out to unnerve us. Me being me I'd certainly given training a big thought but I hadn't known what it would be like. There were swords, fires, throwing weapons, maces, traps, knots.

I can't see myself using even half of these.

I'm so skinny I can count my twelve pairs of ribs, I don't know how anyone except a well-fed, well trained career could wield something as heavy as a spiked mace with ease. But I must know how to use a weapon if I want to survive and possibly kill those who cross me. Something a little lighter would work wonders, nothing heavy I'd be lugging around because in the end it would do more harm than good.

So without really much thought I begin walking towards where appears to be a rack of knives. When I think of knives I only think of dissecting frogs and rats, not real-

And then suddenly I grunt as my stride is fully brought to a halt by something I can't see. I instantly look down and see that I've hit something - no someone and she's sprawled on the ground. What the hell? How did I not see her. I manage to see a glance of her shirt and see there's a clear number ten printed on it. Oh. Shouldn't I apologise? But the problem is I can't recall the last time I apologised to anyone.

"Didn't see you there." I mutter, trying to at least sound semi-apologetic.

Song:Superstar - Lupe Fiasco

WC: 410

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ANIMUSVALENTINE

If you are what you say you are
a superstar
Then have no fear
the camera is here

I was just about to walk away, I'd muttered my apology and could move onto something else when a few moments later someone came striding towards me in what appears to be some kind of rage. I barely manage to take a step back in confusion when he's already sending threats my way. "Look. I see something like this happen again and my hands will greet your face." He says to me. At first I only look at him with nothing but confusion. Greet my face? Does he mean to punch me? It would've made more sense to say his fists not his hands.

It's not fear bubbling up inside me despite the fact he's actually taller than me and actually bigger. I'm actually angry. But before I can retaliate someone else actually walks up to us and he has an actual weapon in his hands. I manage to take a look at his outfit and see that there's a bright number ten imprinted on there and he's holding a hammer of some sort. He could smash my skull with that. Maybe the sight of his weapon calms me down slightly but I'm still actually angry. "Ya'll both best back away from miss Esme, less you got a bad death wish." He says in a threatening tone.

My whole life people thought they could bully me because I never retaliated. No one ever thought to say 'maybe we should leave Animus alone', no one bothered, not that it really mattered to me.

Is that what I'm really seen as to people who don't know me? A bully? Bullies don't typically wear glasses. "No one touches her ya hear?" His words once again feed the flames of my anger and before I know it I'm scowling with my fists actually clenched at my sides and I'm glaring at both of them, both of them crystal clear through my glasses. And in that moment I forget about my safety, I forget the fact one of them is quite taller than me, I forget the fact the shorter one is holding a heavy warhammer that was made to break bones, all I'm focused is my anger. "Save it for the games you complete and utter imbeciles, do you think I meant to bump into her? Maybe you should check your facts before making your dim assumptions." I growl to both of them. My tone actually surprises me a bit, instead of the usual icy condescending tone in my voice I think I can actually hear the fire in my voice, as if the previous icy condescending feeling has been melted away.

I could be pushed around back at home but not here, definitely not when my life's at stake damn it.

Song: Superstar - Lupe Fiasco

WC: 456

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"Speech"
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ANIMUSVALENTINE

If you are what you say you are
a superstar
Then have no fear
the camera is here

Surprisingly the rather large boy from District eleven was equally as angry as I was. Well not really surprisingly considering the boy from ten had threatened both of us with a war hammer based on a poorly backed up assumption. But then (to my relief) he lowered the war hammer, realizing that he was actually in the wrong on this one. If anything he owes me an apology. My heart rate begins to slow as the anger boiling in me finally begins to evaporate and turn to steam.

"besides the insults, you're sayin it was an accident. He says and I simply nod in response, not seeing the need to actually say anything. He confirms that he was wrong with the giant from District eleven as well and then he lets out a sigh. In one swift and impressive motion he helps up his district partner back to her feet and checks if she's okay. "Ah'm sorry fer insultin ya'll's character. Ah can't be too careful tho y'see? Plenty ah tributes wouldn't think twice about hurtin each other." I can actually agree with that, some tributes I've seen during the games have come off as outright bullies and sadists. A short, young girl from a lower districts would be a dream for tributes like that.

His name is Kirk, that's what he said and he actually holds out his hand to me to shake to accompany his apology. I can't remember the last time I even shook hands with someone, I've never been the meet and greet kind of person but to my surprise I don't actually recoil from the handshake. In my world mistakes never happen because I don't let them happen, but he doesn't live in my world, he lives in a world of cattle and farms so the least I could do is show I accept his apology. No one's perfect. Except for me of course. I grip his hand and shake it. "Animus, District nine," I state confidently with a straight face, but I intentionally leave out my last name. Valentine is a stupid name.

"Didn't mean to upset you Kirk, mistakes happen I suppose." I add on after I release his hand. Who knows, maybe we'll get past this little misunderstanding.

Song: Superstar - Lupe Fiasco

WC: 374

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