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1+1=2 blitz [Aya] Jun 7, 2015 14:03:19 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Jun 7, 2015 14:03:19 GMT -5

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I was beginning to get tired of this damn room. I had studied all of the faces, watched all of their movements, their favorite stations, what they know little about, or just plainly suck at. I wanted to enter the arena. When will my hunger be satisfied? The anticipation was killing me, and I wasn't someone who liked to wait. I stand at the edge of a metal table. It was decorated with varies types of killing devices. Most of which involved a handle, and a hunk of metal at the end. I didn't feel much like practicing today, I decide to take a seat on an empty chair, and observe.

My eyes were drawn to a girl, I believe she is from District Two, though I wasn't sure. I took little time studying my victims backgrounds. But she intrigued me. Her left eye was covered by a black leather eye-patch. It made for a fearsome appearance, but did her skills show otherwise? I watch her from a distance for a while, until I see her alone. It was time for me to get her attention, I of course would keep my innocent District Eight act up, just as I have since day one. Though I truly wanted to shove a burning iron down nearly every bodies throat, in this room.

I approach this odd looking girl. "I notice you have an eye-patch, I assume it's not a fashion choice?" I ask smiling at her. I hope she will notice my similar imperfection.

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1+1=2 blitz [Aya] Jun 7, 2015 19:00:27 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Jun 7, 2015 19:00:27 GMT -5

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	ELYA JOHNWAYNE
	It was a breath of fresh air to be approached by some tribute that wasn't practically pissing herself at the prospect of talking to the career. Not that the burning questions, observations, or simple curiosities that had driven this one towards Elya were any better than usual. Still, the smile was a start. "I noticed you have an eyepatch," the not-petrified girl opened with. "Aren't you observant." "I assume it's not a fashion choice?" What kind of question was that? A fashion choice? She rolled her eye at the notion. Elya Johnwayne cared about fashion about as much as she could use it as a weapon. And beyond garroting someone with a scarf or strangling them with their own stockings, there just wasn't much there. "Technically," she said, each syllable chosen carefully. She pulled the leather patch off of her face. "It's as much a fashion choice as wearing pants." That was to say, it helped to mitigate gawking, no matter how comfortable it might be to go without in the summer. Truth be told, she'd prefer to go pantless. Without the eyepatch covering the very obvious chink in her armor, she felt exposed, weak, vulnerable. She wasn't above flashing a peek at someone to get their attention, but she'd never go without for more than a minute if she could help that. Beginning to get anxious, she pulled her eyepatch back over her head, once again covering the scarred empty socket. "Be glad you've still got yours," she said, nodding at the girl's useless eye. "Makes your blind side a little less conspicuous. Bet you most of the kids you fight won't even notice you cheating toward your left." She winked, a knowing half-smile distinguishing it from her one-eyed blink. "And hey, I won't tell if you don't. What's your name, Right-Eye?"
	district 2 female of the 70th Hunger Games

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1+1=2 blitz [Aya] Jun 8, 2015 12:27:19 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Jun 8, 2015 12:27:19 GMT -5

Does, Says, Thinks

Her words seemed to mock me, but it was a mock that I took little offense to. It was as if she had, had similar experiences. And assuming that the hole in her head wasn't new, I'm sure she had. I wasn't afraid of her mark. I didn't scrunch my nose, or look away. I was actually rather intrigued. It made me wonder what I would look like if I were to remove my own useless eye.

She seemed uncomfortable with her eye-patch removed. I could tell she had an attachment to it, it was something that made her feel safe. Perhaps safe from judgment? She had said it was like wearing pants, as if society wouldn't accept her if she walked around without her eye-patch. And she was very right, society would look at her in disgust, and that is why humans are disgusting creatures. We judge, only to be afraid of the judgment of others.

I continue to smile at this girl. She asked me of my name, and I nearly forget that, that was a normal mean of introduction. "I'm Imp, you are?" I ask, maintaining my focus on her good eye.

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1+1=2 blitz [Aya] Jun 10, 2015 14:47:28 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Jun 10, 2015 14:47:28 GMT -5

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	ELYA JOHNWAYNE
	"I'm Imp, you are?" She snorted. Imp. She suppressed a smirk at the unusual name; the lower districts always called their children the most unorthodox things, like Jacinda and Fionnbharr and Elverum and Owen. Add Imp to that list - unless she was merely identifying herself as a mischievous and petulant child. Elya's lips curled upward, flashing her teeth, but the smile didn't reach her eye. "Like you don't know." Much as she considered herself to be above the opinions of others, it was still a boast. With twenty-three other names to contend with, a lesser tribute wouldn't have a chance to be remembered. But Elya knew that between her brother, her eye patch, and her flinty demeanor that she was on everyone's radar. Her suspicions were all but confirmed by the way they flocked to her, trembling, like pigeons in a rainstorm. She could hardly blame them; after all, those three things made her two: terrifying and memorable. She pulled out the knife that she'd stored behind her ear and deftly spun it between her fingers while she considered the girl in front of her. The two were of a height; Imp younger, Elya steelier. "Johnwayne," she finally relented. "Elya." For any other tribute from any district beneath Four, the career would not have offered — challenged, perhaps, or threatened, but never offered — but an opponent with a blind spot in the same place intrigued Elya. Unmatched as they may be, her curiosity had been piqued and demanded satisfaction. "Do you fight?" she inquired, handing flipping her knife around and offering it to Imp hilt-first.
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1+1=2 blitz [Aya] Jun 12, 2015 11:57:54 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Jun 12, 2015 11:57:54 GMT -5

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This girl had a familiarity to her, but I never payed much attention to history, I'm sure if her identity was a snake I would have been bitten square on the nose. But no matter, a name wasn't going to come to me anyhow. Her face was almost dis hardened by my lack of understanding. Was she some kind of Capitol god? Why was not knowing her identity so appalling. She really thinks she is some kind of top bitch, now doesn't she. Well that's just fine, she can be queen of the dogs, while I rip her pretty little head from her shoulders. I wasn't fond of people like her, she thought to highly of herself. A name slips from her lips, Johnwayne. Ha I did know her, I remember her brother from a few years back.

My face stays put in its smiling glow, and I see a hilt of a knife held my way. She wanted to fight, did she honestly think I would have a chance. I had only the week of training that I spent here, under my belt. While I'm sure she has had many more years. It didn't seem very fair, but at least it was a challenge. I would accept polity, and maybe learn a thing or two. "I don't necessarily fight, but I would love to learn." I say smiling. What kind of question is that. Do you fight? Of course, everyone in this fucking world has to fight. Its how we were all raised, I may not fight in the physical sense, but I don't need that to beat her. Not in that arena, she will go down, just like all the rest of them.

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