Flip a switch // Antigone vs Siberite day 1 round 1

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Flip a switch // Antigone vs Siberite day 1 round 1 Oct 22, 2023 2:15:25 GMT -5

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Post by minie on Oct 22, 2023 2:15:25 GMT -5

This was not how you thought the hunger games would begin. You did not get a last chance to pester Avriel for whatever pieces of advice he could offer, there would be no more practice sparring rounds.

This was it. This would be the moment you needed to step up to the task.

Or the ring in this case.

Your name is displayed first next to Sunrise’s district partner, Tati is listed a little lower on the list, but Irene and Arcadia have fled. Maybe you should have followed suite. You did okay in one fight, but now you thought you were a fucking force to be reckoned with. Who wouldn’t think that of you with your private training score. Only a few knew how you acquired that number, and there was no way here for you to be able to pull off a stunt like that.

You hoist yourself up into the sparring ring, your vision still slightly groggy from whatever gas they had drugged you with earlier that night. Your blond hair tied away in two messy braids with loose strands flying in whichever direction. You had never felt more unprepared for anything your life, and those watchful eyes from the other tributes who stuck around to fight were making you feel nauseous.

Once inside the ring, you took a look around at the tributes observing the first fight of the games, you and your opponent would officially kick things off. What if you just ran, or what if you would refuse? You were certain that a canon would signal your death in a timely manner if you were to choose any of those options. It was clear that you would stand your ground and fight.

The nerves in your stomach fluttered around like a million butterflies looking for a way out. Your hands balled themselves into fists as you gripped the end of that red oversize flannel you still wore. You held onto it for safety the way you always held onto the idea that your father still loved you somehow from somewhere.

Was he watching now? Would he know what would become of his little girl?

Was mom watching with Icarus? Was your entire family sitting together at the table holding their breath as they wait for you to draw first blood of the games? Would they even recognize the girl on their screens? After all the punches are thrown, would you be able to recognize yourself? Or was this the beginning of a new life you could have never imagined…only time will tell.

You tilt your head slightly to the left as you glare at your opponent with piercing blue eyes that never wanted to hurt a soul. ”Good morning.” you grumble finding the courage to inch yourself closer to them. ”Guess this is it. Let the games begin.” you sigh half heartedly ready to lay the first punch.

[Antigone attacks Siberite; unarmed]

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[Bruised Left Hand -- 2.0]

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Last Edit: Oct 22, 2023 2:16:00 GMT -5 by minie

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Flip a switch // Antigone vs Siberite day 1 round 1 Oct 22, 2023 9:30:29 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Oct 22, 2023 9:30:29 GMT -5

All of a sudden there was just a robotic voice, counting down like some doomsday clock. What the hell?

That wasn't the only thing that confused me, either. My memory was hazy, and the best I could remember had me having just crawled into bed, rereading the letter I kept in my pocket. Thing is, I couldn't recall actually falling asleep.

Just to add to it, now they'd interrupted my fucking beauty sleep. Rubbing the tiredness from my eyes, I finally realized what was going on.

"The 95th Hunger Games will begin... now."

Oh shit, this was for real. Immediately, and luckily for me, my training instincts kicked in and I was on high-alert. I mentally noted where Sunrise's bedroom was. Friend or foe? I was uncertain, but I was pretty sure we were on good enough terms to at least not be considered foes in that moment. I hoped I was right.

The silent anticipation was broken by another announcement. They wanted us in the training room, and I knew better than to question things. I immediately shot out of bed and headed there, only glancing back for a moment to see if Sunrise was following.

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As I rushed into the training room, it appeared the other tributes had done the same. People stood there in a variety of attire- and I realized I was wearing what I'd slept in. I was shirtless, in nothing but boxer shorts, and my hair was probably a damn disaster. Not the best look, unless people liked scrawny white kids with a mess of blond hair that probably looked like it hadn't been combed in a week.

I combed it every morning, for the record. I just... didn't exactly have time before this. Clearly.

The start of the Games is shown to be a sparring match. A few tributes decide to run. I decide against that option. Fighting is what I do best, after all.

My first opponent was Tigs, one of the kids from Nine. I knew District Nine's kids could be scrappy, but that didn't intimidate me. To be fair, not much did.

I was greeted with a "Good morning," and a few other words I mostly glossed over before the first punch came my way.

I tried to block it but ended up getting hit in the hand instead. It hardly phased me, regardless.

"Yeah, all those things you said, or whatever," I grumbled, swinging back.

[Siberite attacks Antigone, unarmed]
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[5189 -- Block -- 0.0 damage]

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Last Edit: Oct 22, 2023 9:31:03 GMT -5 by kap

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Flip a switch // Antigone vs Siberite day 1 round 1 Oct 22, 2023 12:48:15 GMT -5

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Post by minie on Oct 22, 2023 12:48:15 GMT -5

You had to admit, it did make you feel a little bit better that your opponent was wearing even less clothes than you were. A little more comfortable with the fact that the both of you were exposed on live television looking like two train wrecks ready to collide and create an even bigger disaster. You tug at the end of the flannel, readjusting it, trying to cover as much of yourself as possible. It did not matter what you had on, you still felt bare standing in the ring, vulnerable beyond anything you had felt before.

All the air in the room was sucked out as each and every one of you held your breaths, the first punches were thrown. Yours has landed and you were quick to catch Siberite’s fist before he had the opportunity to strike you down. Not today he won’t. Your reflexes had kicked in and the adrenaline had started to wake you up like a strong dose of coffee. You felt the same rush that you felt in the hospital when things started to get busy, the hectic kept you awake and alert.

Without wasting much time between strikes, you quickly go for another punch to keep the adrenaline flowing. As long as you kept moving, there should be no reason for you to return to that disoriented state. ”Not a morning person, huh?” you grinned for a second.

[Antigone attacks Siberite; unarmed]

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[Knocked Backwards -- 0.5]

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Last Edit: Oct 22, 2023 12:48:52 GMT -5 by minie

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Flip a switch // Antigone vs Siberite day 1 round 1 Oct 22, 2023 18:45:30 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Oct 22, 2023 18:45:30 GMT -5

As the fight began, my first swing was blocked with ease. Well, damn. I thought I'd do better than that from the start. Regardless, I was determined not to lose. My opponent commented something about me not being a morning person. I always saw an attempt at conversation during a fight to be an attempt at a distraction. I didn't like being distracted, but if I could turn that around on my enemy, that could work to my advantage.

"I guess you're just not really interesting enough for me to want to talk to, if I'm being honest." I teased.

Was it rude? Sure. Was this also definitely a death match? Yes. There was a chance I ended up dying here. It wasn't really a time where I was obligated to be polite, if you ask me.

I keep an eye on my foe's movement, and try to prepare for the next strike. I go to block an incoming strike and get knocked backward. This didn't look good on me, although I suppose it could have been going worse.

I just didn't like being shown up. I was a cocky son of a bitch and I was going to own that fact. When I threw a punch, I threw it with confidence. When I made my strikes, they weren't half-assed, lacidasical attempts at fighting. No, I knew what I was doing. I just needed to show that what I knew how to do was better than the person opposite me.

I had to hold my ground, and I was determined to do so better than I had in the sparring tournament before the Games.

I'd called this a sparring tournament earlier, I know- but that's not what it was. This was a cage match. We could actually die here. Thing is, I wasn't going to let myself be the one to die.