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a late night assessment | tide & ekram
Jun 14, 2024 19:56:14 GMT -5
Post by [GM] EKRAM NOVARA | mattio on Jun 14, 2024 19:56:14 GMT -5
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The Training Center's sounds, smells, and ungodly sights keep Ekram locked in as a spectator, albeit behind bulletproof glass and with earplugs to block out the tributes' horrific grunts. As much as he cares for their theatrics, the intensity is a bit overdone compared to what he's used to. He wants nothing but control, and getting up close with things as unpredictable as a new batch of tributes.
Two dozen newly minted dolls and no strings to keep them in line. Ekram's scared of what they could do in such large numbers against him. Once they're all in the arena and the show begins, he might grow bolder, but until then, Ekram watches them from the wings, waiting to study up with them one-on-one.
The Training Center loses its light over time as the open roof fades from the sun's light to the stars'. Ekram creeps up from his seat and out the back door. In the stairwell, he straightens his tie and pulls his sleeves down to his hands. Most of the tributes have taken the night to themselves. Was it a bad decision to do so and miss out on training, or a good one to keep one's energy up for tomorrow? That was the question Ekram sought the answers to stepping onto the nearly empty training floor.
"Ah!" he mutters in the direction of one of the boys, the one from Four. Ekram clears his throat and stands tall ahead of him. "Mr. Evros– enjoying a long day at training, I see."
