Top Secret {Games Training Session} Shoreline
Aug 30, 2011 11:47:27 GMT -5
Post by CinderSomerset on Aug 30, 2011 11:47:27 GMT -5
[td] First Top Secret Games Training Session [/td]
Open to all who can keep it a secret.
We gather on the shore well after dark and wait for the Trainer, still a mystery, to collect us and guide us to our future rendezvous point.
I arrive a few minutes before the deadline, checking the small timepiece fastened to a chain around me neck. It reads nine-fifty-five. I tuck it back into my tunic and perch on a boulder just above the water line, praying I won't get caught.
It's dark on the beach and I can only faintly see a few others scattered around the beach, hiding out like I in areas heavy with brush or under the rare tree. A few minutes go by before a figure comes stalking up the center of the beach. He stops just before the entrance to the ruins of the pier. He raises his arm in the air holds a red wand of light. He then points it towards the left, holds it there for a minute and begins walking that direction, the light still on. This is clearly the signal we were meant to wait for and then act accordingly by following.
I hop off the rock and my feet sink into the water, ankle deep, the sand trying to bury me. I keep a hasty pace but also distance myself as much as I can without losing sight of the red wand. It weaves around trees and then back to shore a few times. It being night time and all, it's harder to tell where we're going, I don't realize that we've walked at least a mile until the ground changes into heavy round-backed pebbles. My feet have walked over these a thousand times but they're cold from the night air. I slide into my worn down slippers and keep padding along the shore. The light then takes a sharp left again, this time into the jungle. It's not a real jungle in District 4, or so I've had explained. It's a rainforest, meaning that the animals living in it weren't well suited enough for a regular forest, they needed the damp enclosure of the tall redwoods to survive the heat.
Eventually I begin to hear the footsteps around me shuffle into one area, the wand stops and so do we. Then a bright light erupts through the space. My hand covers my eyes, protecting it from the offensively bright torch. When I adjust I look around me and see at least seven others, most boys, a few girls. The man holding the torch is middle-size, well built. I don't recognize him hardly at all, where he's come from. He places the torch on the ground and says in a low, booming voice "Now, let's get started"
We look around at each other, clearly none of us know what to expect here. One boy steps forward, looking brave, then steps back again.
"My name is Tilders Marvin and I'll be your trainer for the coming months, now what you need to know is-" Tilders' eyes lock on something behind us, something on the ground.
"Who do those footprints belong to?" he thunders sticking out a finger towards the ground behind us. They lead to a young looking boy, probably fourteen or so, his feet are dripping with ocean water and he's tracked himself all the way here.
Tilders jumps forward and grabs the boy by the front of his shirt. He wimpers slightly as Tilders speaks evenly into his face "From now on, you wear shoes. Because if we get found out, we die. Understand?"
The boy gulps and nods frantically.
"Now all of you drop your things and find a partner. Lesson one is hand to hand combat"
Open to all who can keep it a secret.
We gather on the shore well after dark and wait for the Trainer, still a mystery, to collect us and guide us to our future rendezvous point.
I arrive a few minutes before the deadline, checking the small timepiece fastened to a chain around me neck. It reads nine-fifty-five. I tuck it back into my tunic and perch on a boulder just above the water line, praying I won't get caught.
It's dark on the beach and I can only faintly see a few others scattered around the beach, hiding out like I in areas heavy with brush or under the rare tree. A few minutes go by before a figure comes stalking up the center of the beach. He stops just before the entrance to the ruins of the pier. He raises his arm in the air holds a red wand of light. He then points it towards the left, holds it there for a minute and begins walking that direction, the light still on. This is clearly the signal we were meant to wait for and then act accordingly by following.
I hop off the rock and my feet sink into the water, ankle deep, the sand trying to bury me. I keep a hasty pace but also distance myself as much as I can without losing sight of the red wand. It weaves around trees and then back to shore a few times. It being night time and all, it's harder to tell where we're going, I don't realize that we've walked at least a mile until the ground changes into heavy round-backed pebbles. My feet have walked over these a thousand times but they're cold from the night air. I slide into my worn down slippers and keep padding along the shore. The light then takes a sharp left again, this time into the jungle. It's not a real jungle in District 4, or so I've had explained. It's a rainforest, meaning that the animals living in it weren't well suited enough for a regular forest, they needed the damp enclosure of the tall redwoods to survive the heat.
Eventually I begin to hear the footsteps around me shuffle into one area, the wand stops and so do we. Then a bright light erupts through the space. My hand covers my eyes, protecting it from the offensively bright torch. When I adjust I look around me and see at least seven others, most boys, a few girls. The man holding the torch is middle-size, well built. I don't recognize him hardly at all, where he's come from. He places the torch on the ground and says in a low, booming voice "Now, let's get started"
We look around at each other, clearly none of us know what to expect here. One boy steps forward, looking brave, then steps back again.
"My name is Tilders Marvin and I'll be your trainer for the coming months, now what you need to know is-" Tilders' eyes lock on something behind us, something on the ground.
"Who do those footprints belong to?" he thunders sticking out a finger towards the ground behind us. They lead to a young looking boy, probably fourteen or so, his feet are dripping with ocean water and he's tracked himself all the way here.
Tilders jumps forward and grabs the boy by the front of his shirt. He wimpers slightly as Tilders speaks evenly into his face "From now on, you wear shoes. Because if we get found out, we die. Understand?"
The boy gulps and nods frantically.
"Now all of you drop your things and find a partner. Lesson one is hand to hand combat"
