Check Yes or No.. [[Quint|Micra/closed]]

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

Shanks was a really nice guy. He truly was. But when some trembling nervous guy walked up to him, well that was just too easy. So, yeah, Shanks was pretty nice. But well, he was, well, provokable. He jumped from the crouch he was in and left his newly found alliance for just a bit. He led the newcomer off and away from the others. ”No worries, man. We’re all doing our best here, right?” He smiled at the guy. He seemed like a generally good hearted person. It was a shame both of them couldn’t go home. Only one of them could live. So sad. For a second, Shanks’ smile faltered. And it was then, in that very second, reader, that Shanks Kensington realized how much mortal danger he was in. How possible it was for him to die very soon.

He could’ve stood there and broke down. He could’ve went insane and grabbed some weapons. Could’ve massacred the entire room. They wouldn’t even expect it. But no, instead, he revived his glowing smile and tortured the boy with it. ”But whatever, y’know. Good luck out there, bud.” He laughed and patted the guy’s back. Meanwhile, Hilderic Ekon was unaware of the huge “KICK ME” sign taped to his back.

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

Now, Shanks was a bit angry. And he didn’t get angry very often. He’d get angry if someone went off and beat the sh*t out of some random person. But when someone over reacted and threatened him when he welcomed and wished them luck, he had a good reason to be at least a little mad. ”Don’t touch me. Ever.”

He didn’t appreciate being threatened. Especially from somebody who he had just barely met. Shanks backed off a bit. ”Or else what? Huh, strong boy?” With that said, he gave him a shove. ”I suggest you be a bit gracious when I wish you luck. You’re probably gonna need it, considering how the odds. He considered the boy’s words and just like that, he poked his arm. ”Touch.”

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

"Bitch." Shanks watched with half delight/half disappointment as the boy removed the paper from his back.

"Bitch? Me? Nooo." He laughed and patted the guy once again. "Take a joke, dude. No need to get your panties in a knot, yea? Besides, you underestimate me. You might worry more about what's on the back rather than what's on the front. Because you never know what I'm hiding behind my back. A knife? A sword? But whatever, just consider that for a bit and let it sink in for a moment..."

(OOC: I was invited to join by Quint. just thought I'd clear that up since the title says closed)

I always had a nose for trouble, but usually getting myself into it. here though, I can sense it happening around me. If the two tributes had it out here, in the training center, there could be serious consequences for everyone. The Gamemakers will control our lives for a while. For most of us, they will control the rest of our lives. No need to make them angry. It'd be bad business for me.

I walk over to the First Aid station in time to hear name calling and threats. Brilliant.

"Hey guys, try and take it easy okay? Save your energy for the Games." I smile at both tributes. "Believe me, we're all going to need it."

I stood looking up at both boys, waiting for a potentially explosive reaction. Really, I hope they take my advice. I don't need to be dragged into their problems. Especially if it will affect my survival.

I'm ready to meet my maker...as to whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter...

This newcomer had guts. Shanks had to give him that. It took quite a lot to intervene between a two tribute rivalry. It made you noticed and didn't exactly earn you some high points. And there was always the possibility that the two might turn on you. Quite the possibility. But no, Shanks admired the boy. He liked him. Not like that made the difference, heh.

"Yeah, you're right. We should probably chill down a bit. It's gonna take a lot to take energy to take you down, huh?" He jeered at the boy and laughed. He slapped the guy on the back, leaving another 'KICK ME' sign. Man, these tributes are going to be too easy..