Staff Search #6
Apr 10, 2011 11:31:13 GMT -5
Post by Bane on Apr 10, 2011 11:31:13 GMT -5
Name: Bane[/u]
Age: 13
Previous experience: None to speak of
Why should we choose you? Well, I'm on here quite a bit, and would love to have some responsibility here. I want to help this site, which has been a huge source of fun for almost a year now. I want to feel like I'm helping others out, even in an indirect way. I'm on often enough that I'd be able to keep up with whatever needs to be done on the Character Directory, or things like that. I don't know the coding, but I'd try hard to learn it as quickly as possible.
Roleplay Sample:
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Upon waking, I find myself examining the ceiling above me. I don't really know why. It was probably the entire not being reaped thing. Another Career had refused volunteers, so here I was back in my dull life. With a groan I slide out of bed, glancing out the window. It's almost like it's spring outside, but on touching the glass I know winter is still in the air. It leeches the warmth from my hand, causing me to pull back with a sigh. I was hoping for at least one nice day to practice in.
Deciding I want comfort, I pull my hair back. I guess I'll go see if any other kids are at the Training Center today. Going through my closet, I find a tee-shirt and pair of blue jeans. Moving over to my little box of jewelry, I open it to inspect my necklaces. In the light coming through the window, they shine and sparkle. Carefully I pick one, a beautiful chain of silver with a small butterfly made of sapphires hanging from it, and settle it around my neck. This one shouldn't break too easily if someone hits it, unlike some of the other necklaces in my collection.
Trudging downstairs, I see Mom has already gotten up and left to manage the store. A small pack with a lunch in it sits on the counter, boviously left for me. From the snores coming from upstairs though, she decided to let Dad sleep in. Blearily looking at the calender, I notice that today is a mandatory training day. Some training right before the games, getting ready early for the two lucky kids next year. I guess I don't have to worry about no one else being there. They might put me with a new kid or something, but I'll rough them up quick enough I'll get to someone else with some skill soon after arriving.
Pulling a coat off the coat stand, I slip into the street, locking the door behind me. Around me are the houses of the rich, those with successful shops, and up the hill lies the Victor's Village. This is the rich quarter, where the black market and thievery is more subtle than in other areas. I see a few other kids have left home, making their way towards the Training Center. I follow, not going near. These aren't any kids I know, so I don't try to catch up and chat.
Finally arriving at the Training Center, I make the familiar way to my locker and quickly spin the combination on its lock, opening it and shoving my coat on one of the hooks. More carefully I take out my belt with knives and sword, putting it around my waste. Taking out one of the blades, I sharpen it with a sharpening stone in my locker until it has a razor edge. This is my throwing knife, the one that needs to be sharp so it will go deep into the target dummies. As an afterthought I put my lunch in the locker, closing it with a crash and turning the lock one more time so no one will know the last number of the combination.
Walking gracefully onto the floor, I give a little sneer before changing my face to a smile. Mr Zakros is walking towards me, a sure sign that I will be assigned to spar with some 13 year old brat. I'm very surprised when he points to one of the trainers, someone who I've only seen when they were training. "I'd like you to train with Ms. Pettisa Arnold today Blitz. She is new to the trainer force, but I'm sure she'll prove a match for you. You might even learn a thing or two." I blink in astonishment. He wants me to have a private course with one of the trainers?
"No extra fee, right?"
He smiles, and says the words that I've wanted, but shocks me even more, to hear. "Of course not!" Blinking a few more time in happy surprise, I walk over to the table where the trainer is, watching a few of the other Careers train as she munches on an energy bar of some sort and takes occasional sips from a water bottle. She looks fit, and I remember seeing her training before this Hunger Games. I guess she's eighteen, and won't be young enough next games to enter.
I walk up, giving a little half smile before talking.
"Blitz Howards. Was told by Mr. Zakros that you'd be training me today. Hope you're up to it." My smile turns into a sneer and I laugh disdainfully. I'm not scared of this girl just because she's a trainer. She's new, and so at the top of the Career class, like me. I want to see what she's made of.
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Other: Thank you for looking at my application. Also, I'm sorry this chary has no speaking color. Good luck to all![/blockquote][/size]