vague {blitz}{tom}

His arm stretches showing off the muscles in it as he swings an axe at the child. Mastering strength was a task that he had spent years learning. The weapons of mass destruction in the Hunger Games. It's what he knew the most and teaching it caused memories of the better times. A ticking on the clock as time was almost up for the sparring he was doing with some moron of a career. The kid's force that was put in attacking with his weapon was far superior to Cliff, but that didn't mean Cliff was going to lose. A sweep of the leg and the kid was on the ground. A ring of the bell letting him know the training session was over. A smile and a hand to help the kid up, Cliff's words of wisdom come flying, "Watch your feet. That's your weakest point."

The ticking of a clock causes him to smile. Time to pack up for the day. Training was over. A sigh of relief escapes his lungs. A long day with nothing but kids trying to prove they are stronger than him. Most of them being brutes in size, but weak of mind. A smirk on his face as he grabs his bag full of some supplies and heads to the break room. Water was a necessity and he was fulfilling it. After a small water break, the exit was where his body wanted to go to. Home to sit around and do nothing for the rest of the night. The thoughts causing him to think and not pay attention to the reality around him. A body is what he hits. A hard body that was bigger than his for sure. A nice voice is what heard come out of the bigger man, "Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there.." Cliif watches as the rather attractive man rubs the back of his neck. The only think Cliff could think of were not so innocent thoughts, but then came the last thought, I think that's the cutest thing I've seen. Cliff smiles and says, "No. My bad dude. I should have been paying attention." Cliff just smiled back at the rather handsome guy in front of him. Only one thought is coming into his head, Who is this guy?

Training for years of his life, only to teach the children of the skills that were used to take another life. The man who stood in front of him was a gift. A gift to Cliff even if he was there just to look at. Muscles that Cliff just wanted to touch and feel against him. The guy's smile was addicting. It made Cliff want to smile the rest of his life. Contagious and beautiful. Cliff just smiled dumbly at the guy. The guys voice hitting his ears like a a soothing melody, "Uh, are you new here?" Cliff slightly laughed at that. Training was his life. He had been in the center since the age of ten. Training for the games, Cliff's life was in this building. Cliff spoke casually, "No. I have been here for awhile. You probably haven't seen me because I avoid the other trainers, but now I won't be."

A smile sits on his face perfectly. His tattooed arms crossing as he smiled at the other guy. The melodic voice comes back, "I'm Conchobhar, by the way. And you may be...?" Conchobhar. A pretty name for a pretty guy. Cliff just was happy to have a name to the face. The man in front of him was hot and strong, just Cliff's type. His voice came out in a greeting, "Nice to meet you Conchobhar. I'm Cliff." His hand came out to shake the other trainer's hand. A gesture of introduction that Cliff typically didn't do.

Conchobhar's hands were warm. Large hands that engulfed his smaller ones, but the strength was there. Conchobhar was a man that Cliff wanted to talk to. Someone he'd want to have his back if he was in the arena. Someone who could easily protect him from another tribute or to attack the pathetic tributes in the games. Cliff unconsciously flexed his arm as he shook Conchobhar's hand. Cliff was such a show off sometimes, but he didn't care if he was showing off a bit. A sculpture with the perfect muscles that's what he was. A man who knew how to sculpt his body into perfection. A smile on his face and the other male had responded to him, ""Nice to meet you too." That was a good sign. Nice to meet you was a good saying to him, right? Cliff felt goosebumps on his skin, so instead of showing his goosebumps, he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him.

Stations. Cliff and Conchobhar both taught one. Cliff was intrigued by what station Conchobhar could teach. The guy was big enough to teach a weapon station. Something useful. He definitely wasn't one of the survival trainers. Most likely not a first aid trainer. Hand to hand was possible. Self defense was possible too. Conchobhar was mystery to Cliff and Cliff just wanted to solve him completely. That's when Conchobhar brought up a question, "So, what station do you train?" Cliff just kept himself in place. Strength was his station. Axes, spears, blunts. All of them were his specialty, mainly and axe was his best, but he was good with all of them. Cliff spoke calmly, "Strength. You know, teaching kids how to swing an axe, swing a spear, or swing a blunt. The typical weapons of mass destruction to the body."

Training talk was something that all the trainers talked about. It was like a nostalgia of the good old days for them. Cliff did it quite often about Strength. Swinging an ax was always something he enjoyed to do. Training talk was the normal, but Cliff wanted to say more to Conchobhar. Tell the guy about himself. Tell him about the pain and suffering that Cliff has been through. Tell Conchobhar about his life in all details, but it was just his lust wanting to talk, not Cliff. Cliff was cocky and determined to hide his feelings inside. Cliff wasn't an open book to everyone. Cliff was a story that only a few people were allowed to read. Cliff was a strength trainer and that's all people needed to know about him. His heart beats quicker, but Cliff calms himself.

The words flow so smoothly in the air, "I teach the self defense station." Cliff nods his respect to Conch. Self defense was just as important as strength or any of the other career stations. It was a station that helped yourself from getting too injured and could make the difference between life and death. Cliff's cocky attitude was back. The words flowed out of his mouth before he could stop himself, "So you teach Self Defense. Does that mean if we fought, you could take me down with your self defense?" Cliff just went with his own statement. Calm and collected is what Cliff needed to be. A smirk pulls at Cliff's face as he waits for the answer to his question.

Self defense was something that Cliff couldn't master in his own time as a career. The memories of so much hard work gone to a waste and now his life felt meaningless like he had no motivation to go anywhere in life. Lost at a fork in the road that had no actual paths, but only dead ends that he could travel down until his meaningless life ended. Conchobhar was talking and all Cliff could think about was how hot the guy would look blushing from things that Cliff could do to the guy. The answer he heard from Conchobhar was interesting to Cliff. Most trainers were ex-careers, but Conchobhar was different. Teaching was more of the guy's style and just from his body language he could tell that he didn't fight. Most ex-careers would look at someone and size them up either from the distance or right in front of them, but Conchobhar didn't do that. Conchobhar was different and it intrigued the ex-career with all the skills he had.

"Besides, I'm really weak- I just show them the moves and have them grab a partner and practice with them. Most of the time I just tell them what's wrong with their stance and never really teach it myself." His voice made Cliff break internally. The man in front of him didn't seem weak. Weakness was nonexistent. As much as people call others weak, no one was weak. Everyone had a strength within themself and Cliff was the type of guy to want to help people find their strengths. Cliff frowned at the man and spoke calmly, ignoring the rest of the reply to him, "You're not weak. No one is weak. Weakness doesn't exist. Everyone has their own strengths and I am not going to sit here and let you call yourself weak. Now, it looks like you're stuck with me because I am going to stick by you until you find your own strength." A smile forms on his face and Cliff was pumped to help Conchobhar find his strength. Even if it was the last thing he did. This was his path. This was his path to becoming a better person. Cliff would be forging his own path in his own way and he'd make it through the fork in the road that had no real path that he could take. Sometimes you need to step off the path to find a new path and that's just what Cliff was doing.