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pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]
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over the moon, where all the wild things are

tiny paper cuts [svet + pierce] Feb 2, 2023 18:13:35 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Feb 2, 2023 18:13:35 GMT -5

﹙ s v e t l a n a f o r r e r s t e r ﹚

svet had always had an axe in her hand when she was back home. it was the backbone of seven after all. the lumber mills had always kept a healthy stock of them, but svet did not have access to those, considered the nicer axes.

to be quite honest, svet hated those axes anyway.

the rougher the handle, the more grip and control she felt like she had. when it came to an axe, the more control you had, the better the swing. sure, she might get a splinter from the hilt, but at least she knew that her swing would have force behind it.

an axe was not the only weapon though that she had been proficient in.

knives had been scattered all along the table in front of her. there had been a couple tributes looking at them, but only one other had caught her eye. the boy from two had one in his hands quicker than she could keep up, and then all of the sudden, he was slicing through dummies like they were butter.

was she surprised? no. not at all. sure, two was known now as the shit cleaners, but that did not mean that there still werent careers amongst the turds. svet enjoyed the show, as superficial as she thought it was. she could tell that he knew exactly where to strike, which was important when it came to getting the kill.

did he know how to carve his prey though?

svet did not know how to disembowel a human to be clear. however, an animal? that was no issue for her. she knew exactly where to cut in order to harvest every piece that an animal could realistically give to her. living off the land and feeding off the animals would give her that knowledge. "fancy knife work you got there." she said to him as he stepped off the training field. she grabbed the hunting knife off the table, holding it tightly in her hand as she used the blade to tuck part of her hair back. "do you know how to reap the rewards after though?" svet had pointed to the mutt tamer station after giving a light wink to the boy from two.

she was gonna make it known that she was everything everyone thought she was.

and more.

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tiny paper cuts [svet + pierce] Feb 2, 2023 23:00:29 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Feb 2, 2023 23:00:29 GMT -5

〖 p i e r c e l i t t l e t o n 〗

The zone. He's long heard it be called such but he's rarely felt it. Maybe he wasn't built to 'zone' into anything or maybe years of chain smoking has destroyed his ability to recognize a good thing. Whatever the reason, Pierce has never found the physicality of Career training to be enjoyable. It's taken grit and patience and a lot of cursing to get through.

So when, in the high stakes training center in the Capitol, he gets into a groove, he can only marvel at it. Maybe it's endorphins pumped in through the HVAC system. Maybe it's the freedom of no longer having to compete with the idiots District Two has put forth over the last several years. Maybe it's just being somewhere different, somewhere new... Whatever the reason, his knives are landing bullseye or adjacent, one after the next after the next.

"Fancy knife work you got there," she says and his translucent ears turn red.

He purses his lips, says even as he's hefting another blade, "bet," but it comes out sounding a bit like 'svet' and that's no coincidence.

A wink and an incantation towards the mutts. "Do you know how to reap the rewards after though?"

Automatically he's taken another knife into his grasp. He's breathing heavily, lips still pinched, as he draws the new blade to his chest. He sketches a little bow, and then holds open his bladed hand to her. "Show me what you mean."

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tiny paper cuts [svet + pierce] Feb 3, 2023 0:32:30 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Feb 3, 2023 0:32:30 GMT -5

﹙ s v e t l a n a f o r r e r s t e r ﹚

svet paused for a moment, realizing that the world was still moving around them as they shared their interaction. other tributes had come and gone, knives had started to become sparse for a moment, but svet had laid claim to her for just a moment.

turns out knives had been a more popular station, which made sense in svets mind because it was probably one of the most common weapons for people to choose in the arena. it was trusty, reliable, and could pack a punch if you knew how to use it. svet had been skilled enough, her mother proficient in two things. knife skills and keeping men in line.

she tried to pass both things down to svet.

so when the other made eye contact with her, she did a double take as she thought she had heard her name come out of his mouth. it was safe to say that she wouldnt have been surprised. after all, he was from a career district. she wasnt sure if they still made them watch all the reapings in detail like she had heard from other trainers, but never the less, svet was not going to treat him any differently. they all had one goal here.

to survive.

he is breathing raggedly, something that confused svet because she thought she had more fight in him. maybe he was just catching himself, something that most people didnt do here in the arena because of the desperation. svet would always try to pick the more calculated route.

he flourished his own knife in front of her, and svet did not waste a beat. "harvesting can be just as important yknow?" she slides over to the mutt station where there had been a couple realistic mutts laying on the table for tributes to work through. judging by the onset of rigor, svet could tell that they had probably been killed this morning for them to be used for todays training center demo. "watch." the hunters knife is firm in her hands as she starts to slice through the torso, creating a flap that she could hold onto. "to clean the meat from the fur, you do this..." she had placed the knife in between where the both had met and she firmly plunged it into the middle, separating the two layers, flaying it with ease.

just like her mother had showed her how to do.