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archer's huzzah! [open] Sept 25, 2024 12:14:28 GMT -5

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Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Sept 25, 2024 12:14:28 GMT -5

Thompson’s not a naturally competitive person, but he knows he has to get some sort of weaponry experience under his belt. From his experience, he already knows that he can put someone to sleep. Talk about the stars or his flute, or some shit, and it’ll get anyone to yawn. The boy wasn’t really sure where to start, though. Bigger weapons like spears or glaives or swords scared him. He wasn’t big enough to carry all that weight. He also wasn’t sure if he wanted to be in the face of battle, so a ranged weapon seemed much more feasible. It’s like the story he read on one of the first days about a guy with a bow. The main character was a felon, so that wasn’t what he related to, but the idea of running around with a bow felt more protective somehow.

The cool air of the training center wrapped around his body, making him shiver while approaching the tablet. At the ranged station were a few buttons on the panel, ranging from a lesson, to a simulated fight, to just a simple accuracy contest. Obviously, the trainer was there if you wanted to enable the lesson option. But he didn’t feel like that embarrassment from looking bad in front of an expert. Maybe a simple contest would be nice. He selects the “contest” option, and the panel lights up to a new screen to choose the number of competitors. Well, shoot, he forgot that he needs people for a contest. Thompson looked around the room, hoping that someone wanted to join. ”You up for a challenge?" The boy hoped, looking at the nearest body to him.

Shoot some arrows (or any ranged weapons, your choice) with Thompson! In this interactive contest, each tribute will aim at a target. When shooting the first shot, you’ll use the command [*roll range="1-20"] (remove the asterisk). Whatever number you roll will be put toward your score! The first tribute to reach 100 will win the contest. They don’t actually win anything, but we can decide one :-). This can be anyone from 1-3 people a,nd we’ll go in a rotation! Because of a potentially bigger group of 4 tributes, I’m making this a blitz style.

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archer's huzzah! [open] Sept 26, 2024 6:03:16 GMT -5

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Post by Cynder Adair, D8b (Shade) on Sept 26, 2024 6:03:16 GMT -5

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'This place is way too cold' Was the first thing Cynder thought when she walked into the training centre, subconsciously rubbing her arms. What she wouldn't give right now to be wrapped in one of her mother's knitted blankets. She let her eyes gaze around the room, taking in all the literal children attempting to learn how to use the various weapons. She'd never even held a weapon, how was she supposed to learn to defend herself?

She slowly made her way around the large area, letting herself take in each person and what they were training with. She found herself lingering around a long table laid with knives and hatchets, reaching out to touch one of the handles for a moment. Cynder picked up the weapon, instantly seeming surprised by how heavy a hatchet felt. Deep brown eyes set onto the shining metal and she swallowed hard. This felt horrible, knowing how easily this could end the life of another human. She swallowed and put the hatchet back down, stepping away to start moving to another table.

There was so many weapons here, instruments of death within an arms reach. The ginger haired woman shook her head for a moment to clear her head. She needed to at least try to learn, there where people much younger then her already swinging swords and shooting arrows much better then she'd probably ever accomplish. Arrows, maybe that was the way to go. She turned around and headed over to the shooting range, reaching to wrap her fingers around one of the bows as she picked it up and looked it over. This didn't seem to complicated maybe she could- her thoughts were interrupted by a voice, she hadn't even realised he was standing there.

Cynder turned her gaze to him and blinked a few times, instantly letting out an embarrassed little laugh "Sorry, I think I was too in my own head" She adjusted the bow in her hand and pressed her lips together just a little "I guess a little challenge could be fun"

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archer's huzzah! [open] Sept 27, 2024 19:40:33 GMT -5

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Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Sept 27, 2024 19:40:33 GMT -5

The girl that looks his way took a few seconds, blinked, and burst into a string of laughs. They’re embarrassed, clearly, but he isn’t exactly sure. He winces, slightly, not expecting such a reaction. She seems nice, though. She’s pretty. He notices her ginger hair, and finds its’ brightness fascinating. Thompson was always pretty bored with his hair. Sometimes, he’d see people with brightly colored hair like hers. But it wasn’t natural like hers. Her roots are in tact at least, which signifies a natural tone. Maybe she got it done before the reaping - District 8 would be the place of all districts to have fun and funky hair dyes (besides One, but he already memorized those peoples’ faces). She apologizes for getting in her head, and she adjusts the bow in her hand.

Well, okay.

Thompson offers a small smile. Hopefully it does enough of a job to reassure the girl. ”You’re okay. I get into my own head a lot, too. It’s hard not to." He sees how she’s holding the bow, and he grabs one himself. He wraps his hand around the handle after a quick question to the trainer, and turns back to her. ”I guess it’s just us two, then,” he goes to push the button that says to player, and watches as the simulation hums to life. Some sort of bar appears on the side of the station they’re at, both with a “100” at the very top. Right. They have to fill the bar, assuming that it’s based on where the arrow lands. Cool. ”I’m Thompson, by the way. Thomas, Thompson, whatever you want to call me really." He’s probably been called worse by the boys in Two. ”I’ve never really done this before. Have you?"

Thompson loads his first arrow, given that he’s assumedly player one in this situation, and lets it fly toward the target.

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archer's huzzah! [open] Sept 29, 2024 7:56:57 GMT -5

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Post by Cynder Adair, D8b (Shade) on Sept 29, 2024 7:56:57 GMT -5

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Cynder let her eyes flick over the boys face for a moment, as though noting exactly how he looked. If she was going to make allies she wanted to be able to spot them easily in the arena. When he told her his name she smiled a little, such a cute name suited his face. He seemed nice enough, maybe she could befriend him to get ahead in this bloodbath. She watched him pick up the bow and tightened her grip on her own "I'm Cynder, Cynder Adair" She spoke lightly.

"This is the first time I've ever even held a bow" She admitted, using her free hand to scratch the back of her neck just a little. The ginger haired young woman took a little step back as she watched him adjust the way he was standing and let the arrow fly. As soon as the arrow made contact with the target her eyes widened and she audibly gasped. He'd never done this before? Was it really a lucky shot?

Cynder took a moment to stare at the target before she let out another shy laugh "Wow, i hope i have the same beginners luck" She teased, trying to keep the mood light. She wasnt exactly scared of this boy but now she wasnt entirely sure she could take him in a fight. She waited for the target to reset before she stepped forward and attempted to imitate the way Thompson had held his own bow. She pulled the arrow and almost instantly found her hands shaking from the effort, she hadnt expected this to be as hard as it was 'Deep breath Cyn, you can do this' With another deep breath she let the arrow fly.

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archer's huzzah! [open] Sept 29, 2024 10:15:24 GMT -5

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Post by andromache s. ⚔️ [d1b] sucy on Sept 29, 2024 10:15:24 GMT -5

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I'm beginning to understand just what Career training can really do for you once you get to the Capitol. I already know I like swords the best out of everything, and I already know how to use them effectively too. I can practice more with it, bur having something I can fall back on frees up at least a little of my practice time to spend brushing up on skills and strategies that my mother neglected throughout my education... and I can really size up the competition.

One of the guys from Two is lining up for target practice with the pretty girl from Eight, the one who's been shivering like a wet dog since she got in here. Her shock of red hair is a brighter shade than mine. New insecurity for me to dwell on. Fabulous. I go over to them, arms crossed over my chest, and watch.

Two is shockingly good, even though I've heard he went to some artsy school instead of a proper training academy... but Eight... Well, I shouldn't discount her yet. I never expected that last shy girl from Eight to crack a skull open in the Bloodbath, but she proved us all wrong.

I clear my throat and pick up a set of throwing knives.

"Mind if I hop in?" I ask.

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Laugh it off, girl, laugh it off. I do, but it sounds shrill, forced. I clear my throat, nod for them both to get on with it.

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archer's huzzah! [open] Oct 1, 2024 19:57:35 GMT -5

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Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Oct 1, 2024 19:57:35 GMT -5

She introduces herself as Cynder. Pretty. A soft name, something that rolls off the tongue. It makes him think of apple cider. ”This is the first time I’ve ever even held a bow,” the girl from Eight admits, and they watch his arrow fly together. He’s lucky to know that it’s not just him-

thud.

Thompson has to blink, and her gasp in his ear makes him realize that he wasn’t hallucinating. This had to be some massive stroke of fate, right? A flash of fear composes itself on his face. What was he supposed to do now that he’s made himself the biggest damn threat? Did she see him as that?

”Wow, I hope I have the same beginner's luck,” she comments, watching the target reset to allow for her arrow to make its entrance on the stage. As she steps up, and lets her arrow fly, another person steps up to the plate. It lands on one of the outer rings of the target.

Well, maybe the luck was already out. ”At least you tried?” Thompson offers, but his empathy wanes when his attention turns to the girl from one. She cleared her throat to claim her presence, grabbing a set of knives and asking to join. Oh, she had to know what she was doing, right? The room must have sensed a new weapon as she throws it, as her poor accuracy and shrill laugh are accompanied by a third bar to represent her score.

”Here’s to hoping the luck continues,” he starts to Cynder, stepping into position and pulling the arrow back. ”Mind introducing yourself, or are you hiding that introduction with an aim like that?” He could sense her ego was similar to most boys he hated back in Two. Thompson is sure she’s struggling after that performance. He knows what publicly failing is like, after all.

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His face turns sour. "Well, I started good at least."

thompson score: 22/100

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archer's huzzah! [open] Oct 2, 2024 13:54:58 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Oct 2, 2024 13:54:58 GMT -5

GEORGIE CHAM.

”No I want to use my own bow!” Georgie is blunt and straight to the point. What happens if her bow is perfect, and he ends up breaking it? This little bow needs little hands. ” We can go fairy hunting over there.” Her bow points over to where a bunch of tributes have been taking turns firing arrows at the target range across the room.

The girl just marches across the training center, little bow in hand, not bothering to look back if August is following.

”Got space for one more…?” Georgie looks back at August, ”or two more? Me and August have got our own bows to show off so step aside.”

Okay so she was slightly over exaggerating that her bow was doll sized but when she picks up one of the arrows, it is nearly bigger than her entire weapon. Perhaps a crossbolt would be better idea but it is not an idea that she has.

”I am Georgie from Six, I heard you wanted introductions. Probably not from me but I am here now.” She slowly places the oversized arrow into her undersized bow. This may be the first time she has ever fired a bow, and she is only going off visual memories of watching tributes do it on the television. There’s probably a book in the library somewhere with a guide, she ought to find it. ”I got to close one eye.” That’s a fact she has heard somewhere. ”And breathe and fire…”
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Georgie's little bow surprisingly works. It doesn't hit the bullseye but it hits the target so she'll take that. She looks to August, "Your turn!"

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archer's huzzah! [open] Oct 5, 2024 16:12:11 GMT -5

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Post by august vance d7b [Bella] on Oct 5, 2024 16:12:11 GMT -5

I fight to stifle a laugh as Georgie refuses my offer and points to what looks to be a shooting contest between a couple of other tributes, walking over before I even have a chance to respond. I jog to catch up with her, arriving just in time to hear her quick introduction. I recognize the cocky redhead from One, Andromache, and give her a side-eyed nod. There is a younger girl that I haven’t met yet. And Thompson, who I greet with a smile and a friendly slap on the bicep.

”Hey Thompson, I’m here for the shooting lesson. Are you gonna show us how it’s done?”

Georgie nocks an arrow on her bow string with impressive concentration. She pulls back the string, exhales, and lets go. And I can’t believe it! It actually hits the target on her first try. ”Your turn!” she challenges.

”Whoa, what?!” I exclaim, feeling obliged to flatter her now that we’re partners in bow-making crime. ”There’s no way you’ve never made a bow before. Where’d they teach you how to do that in Six?” I shake my head in mock disbelief. ”If I had any money I’d commission you for one of those,” I say, pointing to her little bow.

Then I line up to try my own bow, pulling an arrow out of a tube nearby. For a moment, I struggle to nock it; it keeps slipping off the string.

”Andromache, stop looking at me, I swear, you’re making me nervous,” I joke at her.

The arrow catches finally; I raise the bow, close one eye, and exhale, copying Georgie, because it looked like she knew what she was doing somehow.

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CRRRRACK!

"Aw, shit!!"

The arrow leaps to the floor in front of me as my bow explodes into splinters in my hands, cracking down the middle. A thin piece of wood is sticking into my thumb. Squinting at it, I extract it carefully.

"Damn it. I think you win, Georgie. I must have skipped a step or something."

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archer's huzzah! [open] Oct 9, 2024 7:53:27 GMT -5

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Post by Cynder Adair, D8b (Shade) on Oct 9, 2024 7:53:27 GMT -5

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Cynder watched every single tribute that joined in shooting their shot and was silently comforted by the fact she wasnt the only one to completely fumble her shot. She tried her best not to giggle a little, knowing that soon enough she was going to be pitted against the very same kids. She watched as each arrow dug into each target and soon enough it was once again her turn.

Something about Thompson made her feel comforted, almost safe in a way, like this man wasn't about to be one of the people out to kill her soon. She listened to the banter between the other tributes, taking note that the only other person who actually hit the target with a decent score was the girl from district 6. She tried to recall the girl's name, Georgia came to mind but she knew that was probably wrong.

“That was an amazing shot” She spoke, trying her best to sound as unthreatened by the girl as possible. Cynder was genuinely amazed at how well she shot, as though it was second nature and hoped she could pick up some skills just from watching her. The next boy shot his arrow and she couldn't help the surprised expression that crossed her face when he cursed, all of these people really were not bred to be killers.

Once again the ginger haired teenager stepped up as her target reset. She reached over to take another arrow from the tube and notched it into the bow. Cynder took a deep breath and did her best to mimic the way she’d seen both Thompson and Georgie shoot, fixing how her arms were positioned as she notched the arrow. She drew in a breath and right as she let it out she let the arrow fly

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Her eyes widened a little when the arrow hit the target, it still wasn't an amazing shot but it was certainly an improvement from the first. She couldn't help the excited little laugh that left her as she turned towards Thompson, the grin on her face making her nose crinkle just a little "Did you see that? I actually hit it!" She practically squealed, slightly rocking on her heels for a moment.

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archer's huzzah! [open] Oct 11, 2024 10:04:29 GMT -5

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Post by andromache s. ⚔️ [d1b] sucy on Oct 11, 2024 10:04:29 GMT -5

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Red in the face, I slink back, and let Georgie Cham introduce herself before me. Two has hit the nail straight on the head: I'm very highly reluctant to step back up and sign my name under such a bad shot. In my mind I attribute the failure to the unfamiliar weight of the knives in my hand, so different to the ones I trained with back at home, roll my eyes at him, and forgo providing him with my name. Whatever. I drop the knives and trade them in for a bow while Georgie lines up her shot, and then I watch from afar. My next shot will be better. I'm not as good with a bow as I am with a sword, but it's still a step up in my repertoire from throwing knives. I'll practice more with them later, when there aren't so many people here to see me mess up.

Stupid training centre throwing knives.

Georgie actually does pretty good. I smirk. Not perfect, but good. Better than I just did. Not that that matters. But it checks out after that throw in the library. She practically delivered the book I dropped right into my hand.

I come back just as August Vance is getting ready. I watch him fiddle with his bow intently, delivering more punches to him in my mind -- agh. He senses it, looks right at me and calls me out for it while saying my name. I roll my eyes at him and tut my tongue. Then I shoot a look at Thompson Harvard. There. My name. Are you happy now?

Cynder Adair steps back up to the mark. She's getting all buddy buddy with the others. She shoots, does better than me. She's beautiful when she smiles. That smile's for nothing better than dumb luck and mediocrity, I remind myself. I can smile like that if I get home to One.

"Yeah, well done," I say sarcastically as I step up to take my turn. I notch the arrow and shoot in one fluid motion.

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