the ice cream man [anika/damion]

The ice cream guy seems uncertain about accepting your challenge at first, but ultimately does. You can sense a lack of confidence coming from him, which isn't a good start on his part, but seems like it might work out better for you. In your experience, when you're not confident, you don't do as well. Overconfidence isn't even always a bad thing. It's better to expect something of yourself and be at least somewhat right, than expect nothing from yourself and be right.

You give him a nod, and hand him three of the six knives you held in your hands. Then, you approach the targets, confident and ready to throw. Aiming carefully, your hand is steady, hardly wavering as you hone in one your target. Three, two, one and throw. The knife leaves your grasp and hurdles toward the target. Not your best shot since being here, but still not bad. Of the four rings around the bullseye, you've hit the one closest to the center, but not quite a bullseye. You're a bit frustrated with yourself, and you're sure it shows a bit, but you give a confident smile and look to Damion.

"You're up," you tell him. "Let's see if you can do more than ice cream," you tease. You give a slight chuckle. It's not meant to be malicious. It's just a fun tease. You're genuinely curious to see his skills, after all. You stand off to the side to give him space in front of the target, and wait with your other two knives in your left hand while your right hand rests on your hip.

You were probably rather impressive for being from District Twelve, if you were being totally honest. Then again, you always felt that had you been born in a career District, you would've been a career, so you were always waiting to try this kind of stuff. Apparently, you just so happened to be a natural. Maybe this kid was, too. You wouldn't judge him based on his District. That wasn't what you were here to do. You judged based on actual performance and skill. That's what you were waiting to see.