intentions / nessa v. javi, day 1

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intentions / nessa v. javi, day 1 Oct 23, 2023 0:34:35 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. on Oct 23, 2023 0:34:35 GMT -5

J A V I M A C E D O.

There's nothing but the sound of Javi's racing heart at first. He skips to a halt after stumbling his way down the stairs as fast as he could. He hadn't spared the elevator a second thought, hadn't given Wolf much of one either. Cut and run, as fast as he could, that was his plan.

Be the first one there.

He never stood a chance though, and on a better day he might've anticipated at least Siberite, or Arcadia, both of whose blonde hair commanded more out of a room than either of them probably wants in this situation. After a second thought though, Javi scratches the part about Arcadia. Any attention is good attention with that one. Javi understands the sentiment.

He shakes his head though, catching himself staring when she ducks into Jack's waiting arms a few moments later. Interesting. He catalogues that for later.

"You'll get great prizes just for playing! But the winner gets something totally cool," he hears Decadence say in that strange, almost sing song voice of hers. It reminds Javi this is all just a game. A shake of his head; he needs to focus.

He steadies himself while some of his fellow tributes turn and run. There's a voice in his head that sounds like Ella's, telling him to get the fuck out again. Run as fast as he did down here and choose to live, at least another day. He knows, looking around the room, some of these kids are thinking about how this is their chance to take someone out one on one, before they get their hands on a proper weapon. Javi is measuring them just the same; against himself.

It feels like a sick joke when they put the little Garner in front of him.

He knows better than to underestimate the tiny fists of a little girl; Bruna has educated him very firmly, very many times. She is not to be underestimated. Message heard, loud and clear.

But like, still.

"This doesn't feel right," he goes to sweep her legs out from under her, knock her prone so that maybe he can pin her and have it be over with. "You gotta get outta here kid."

my god javi what are you doing attacking this little girl

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intentions / nessa v. javi, day 1 Oct 23, 2023 8:11:22 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Oct 23, 2023 8:11:22 GMT -5

What matters is getting their approval from the start. In other words: make them like you, make them adore you.

That's what Flynn had said back when all this started. I may not remember much from that very first hour, bewildered by my brother's audacity to question me about my bathing routine. But I clearly remember his need for us to understand that very point. Make them love me. I could do that, after all, I was goddamn adorable, a compliment that had been thrown around generously since arriving at the Capitol's doorstep.

Surrounded by tributes, the Gamemakers give us two options: fight or flee. In the back of my mind, I heard Flynn's voice loud and clear, demanding that I flee, and I almost listened to him, taking a couple of steps backward. But then I spotted the turrets built into the upper walls of the training room, and instantly, I knew they were not there for decoration. Holding my ground, I watched as a handful of tributes, including Arcadia, fled from the training room, right into the firing range of the heavy-duty weaponry.

They call for round two, and I find myself face to face with one of the bigger tributes. He had a good few inches of height on me and too much weight. It was obvious that he would be able to knock me onto my ass without breaking a sweat. I looked from him to the Gamemaker, almost as though to ask if she was joking, but no one moved, and I swallowed nervously, my hands clenching and unclenching as I attempted a defensive stance.

"This doesn't feel right," he says, and something about the comment irks me - which is ridiculous because just a moment ago I was thinking the exact same thing. But there was something about him agreeing with me that made me want to prove him wrong for underestimating me. But then I am reminded of Flynn's words, and I push down my annoyance, shifting into the role of a small, defenseless child.

"Please don't-"

"You gotta get outta here, kid," he says as he knocks me off my feet.

He was strong, and I had folded like a twig under his touch. There was no way that I was going to defeat him with strength. I needed to play this smarter than him. I roll with the momentum of his attack, allowing a cry of pain and surprise to burst from my lips. From the ground, I look up at him, almost pleadingly. "And go where? There is nowhere to hide here." Pausing, I allow my voice to break. "I- I have to fight. I have to." They wanted a show; they wanted to be entertained. What was more entertaining than a little dramatics? After all, Flynn always complained that I would be a little over the top.

nessa attacks javi unarmed (1/2)

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[ Broken Right Shin -- 7.0 damage ]

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intentions / nessa v. javi, day 1 Oct 24, 2023 0:28:24 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. on Oct 24, 2023 0:28:24 GMT -5

J A V I M A C E D O.

The kid knows her own strength, Javi has to give her that.

The performance she puts on is convincing, and Javi thinks she's probably even being earnest. Vaguely he hears Sparky in the back of his head betting against her already though, telling someone Javi is going to pick Nessa Garner up by the back of her neck and throw her towards one of those nasty looking turrets. They wouldn't be wrong to say the thought crosses Javi's mind, but it makes him nauseous to consider.

It makes the blood in his chest twinge, as if prevented from flowing; his body rejecting the thought that someone as young as her has already realized it's fight or die. He doesn't want to underestimate her; that feels like an injustice in and of itself, to her and to himself, but he can't help but quietly wish things were different. No one should ever grow used to such casual cruelty. He does what he can to protect himself, but he can't stop thinking about Bruna though, and Ella. He knows what he'd want the guy facing them to do.

He's ready to sidestep when the toe of her foot kicks out towards his shin, careful eyes watching her every move for the slightest flinch. Ella used to like doing that when they were younger. A lot. Things tended to be like that. Ella was always been more prone to chronic misbehavior, breaking the same rules someone was constantly reminding her not to, where Javi was prone to bottling things up until they burst. Neither method has worked wonders for either of them.

Nonetheless, it serves Javi well enough to know that kick is going to land, and it's going to hurt, so he shifts his weight as nimbly as he can. He's glad for the extra practice on the sparring mat this week, grateful for the time spent watching other people in the tournament.

He's pretty sure it saves him from walking out of this broken.

"You may have chosen this fight," he used his body weight against her as leverage, hauling her towards him and pinning her in place. He can feel the watching eyes of the gamemakers, and his fellow tributes, and he knows they'll see him weak for this but he doesn't care. This fight is over. "But I'm ending it."

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intentions / nessa v. javi, day 1 Oct 24, 2023 3:13:09 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Oct 24, 2023 3:13:09 GMT -5

My foot makes contact with his shin, hard. I don't think either of us had expected a blow to land, let alone one that caused his face to grimace in pain as the aftershocks of my strike no doubt ran up his leg. Another determining clue was the pain in my foot, sharp and throbbing, nearly causing me to curse in pain and frustration, the same way Dad might after he stubbed his toe when he carelessly stumbled around the house drunk at the end of the night.

However, despite the pain, despite everything, I felt a sense of pride in myself. I had doubted myself from the moment I had stepped into the training center weeks ago. I was convinced that I would not be able to protect myself, to survive. I hadn't found myself a career like Flynn had; I only had Jimmy, and I was so sure that I would die the moment the games started. Though, I reminded myself, that throwing around a few punches was a hell of a lot different from taking a life.

Pushing down those thoughts, I push myself to my feet, preparing for his next strike. I had a feeling that it wouldn't be so easy to get past his defenses next time, not after what I had just done. So instead, I bounce on the balls of my feet, constantly shifting my position in an attempt to avoid his grasp, because once he had me, there was no way in this lifetime I was going to be able to wriggle out of his hold.

He watches me closely, tracking each movement, and the small boost of confidence that had washed over me evaporates in the blink of an eye. As my nerves begin to settle back into place, he moves, grabbing me by the collar of my pajama shirt and pulling me toward him. "You may have chosen this fight," he pushes us to the ground and, using his body weight, he pins me to the floor, ignoring the way my legs uselessly kick into the air, unable to reach anything solid. "But I'm ending it."

"Get off of me! Get off!" I cry as I try to roll out of his grasp. Neither of us moves; his body is iron against mine, locking me in place. After a few more moments of resistance, I give in, panting as I try to catch my breath. I glare up at him. "Do you like bullying little girls?"

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