Wake Up Call / Sacrifice v. Dummies [Day 2 D1 Suite]
Nov 1, 2023 13:48:41 GMT -5
Post by Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg) on Nov 1, 2023 13:48:41 GMT -5
Sacrifice's deduction was correct; the Training Center had been turned into the Arena. On the one hand, she was nervous as she had been mentally preparing for some kind of wilderness; on the other, she was impressed. Only mildly, though, and she would never admit that. She walked into her suite to find not the expansive living quarters she'd grown accustomed to but two theater stages facing each other. She wonders when they had time to set this up, wondering if the occasional flicker of light is due to hasty wiring or meant to create an ominous feeling. Either way, she decided that it was not her problem. Being rudely woken up at three in the morning to fight was incredibly rude, and she just wanted to go back to bed. Sacrifice took a moment to sit on the stage and tried to assess the situation she found herself in.
"If this is the Arena, do we still have to worry about environmental stressors? Did every District Suite get rearranged? If so, what's the theme? Did we get stages because we are the 'Entertainment' District? Do all of the Districts have reflections of their industry back home? If so, what kind of things could we scavenge if we have to look for everything we need."
She let these thoughts continue until she mentally wore herself out, finally tired enough to sleep. She did manage to barricade the door to her now small, singular bedroom before going to sleep.
It was still dark outside when she awoke, the holo-window in her room showing that the ever-present nightlife in the Capitol was still raging on. The clock on her bedside was illegible; the information displayed a random clustering of lines and dashes. She started to question whether the holo-window was in an accurate setting as well.
"Probably the work of the Gamemakers," Sacrifice thought to herself as she got dressed for the day. Unsure of the time, she took down the barricade and left her room.
The first thing Sacrifice noticed was two greyed-out portraits sitting on the bar, one of Hank and the other of a girl from Nine. She did not remember her name, but she finally realized that she hadn't seen either of them in the Training Center when they were forced to assemble in the morning. She did not even remember hearing the canons for them go off, either. The thought that she managed to sleep through the Anthem scared her more than thinking about what happened to them. She remembers Hank talking about how he felt the call of his god to volunteer for these Games. Maybe he was chosen by his god; perhaps he felt a similar fate to Elijah from last year.
Her train of thought was interrupted as she heard an unnatural clicking and clanking as she walked backstage. She looked around the curtain to see that one of the training dummies had come to life, looking for someone to attack.
"This must be part of the mutt team this year." Sacrifice thought as she tightened her grip around the glaive that she woke up to in her room. While the training dummy she fought wasn't attacking her back, she's proven she can. She was well rested and, while slightly hungry, still ready to fight. Sacrifice charged out, swinging with her glaive, hoping to get the first attack on the dummy.
Sacrifice attacks Training Dummy | Glaive
9twFTz66Ddglaive
13150 -- Severed Right Arm at Shoulder -- 10 (+1 Blades)
"If this is the Arena, do we still have to worry about environmental stressors? Did every District Suite get rearranged? If so, what's the theme? Did we get stages because we are the 'Entertainment' District? Do all of the Districts have reflections of their industry back home? If so, what kind of things could we scavenge if we have to look for everything we need."
She let these thoughts continue until she mentally wore herself out, finally tired enough to sleep. She did manage to barricade the door to her now small, singular bedroom before going to sleep.
It was still dark outside when she awoke, the holo-window in her room showing that the ever-present nightlife in the Capitol was still raging on. The clock on her bedside was illegible; the information displayed a random clustering of lines and dashes. She started to question whether the holo-window was in an accurate setting as well.
"Probably the work of the Gamemakers," Sacrifice thought to herself as she got dressed for the day. Unsure of the time, she took down the barricade and left her room.
The first thing Sacrifice noticed was two greyed-out portraits sitting on the bar, one of Hank and the other of a girl from Nine. She did not remember her name, but she finally realized that she hadn't seen either of them in the Training Center when they were forced to assemble in the morning. She did not even remember hearing the canons for them go off, either. The thought that she managed to sleep through the Anthem scared her more than thinking about what happened to them. She remembers Hank talking about how he felt the call of his god to volunteer for these Games. Maybe he was chosen by his god; perhaps he felt a similar fate to Elijah from last year.
Her train of thought was interrupted as she heard an unnatural clicking and clanking as she walked backstage. She looked around the curtain to see that one of the training dummies had come to life, looking for someone to attack.
"This must be part of the mutt team this year." Sacrifice thought as she tightened her grip around the glaive that she woke up to in her room. While the training dummy she fought wasn't attacking her back, she's proven she can. She was well rested and, while slightly hungry, still ready to fight. Sacrifice charged out, swinging with her glaive, hoping to get the first attack on the dummy.
Sacrifice attacks Training Dummy | Glaive
9twFTz66Ddglaive
13150 -- Severed Right Arm at Shoulder -- 10 (+1 Blades)
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