Aching Muscles - Career Tribute Training (Open)
Feb 18, 2012 20:53:18 GMT -5
Post by xaddiex on Feb 18, 2012 20:53:18 GMT -5
Knives bounded into the kitchen through the back door at 7am, dressed in sweats and a hoodie. A thin layer of snow coated the ground and yet sweat beaded Knives' forehead. That's a Career for you - a little bad weather won't stop them.
Her father was sitting behind the table, reading the paper and drinking coffee. He raised his eyes for a split-second and asked, "Finished already?"
Knives snorted as she made her way to the fridge, pulled out everything she'd need for a perfectly balanced breakfast and began to weigh out the food. "Of course not! I'm just grabbing a bite. Yesterday some of the coaches at the training centre told us there'd be a 'special sporting event for enthusiastic Games' fans' today," Knives made air quotes around the coaches more legal term for Career training, "So that means anyone who's even slightly serious about the Games is gonna be there."
"That's great, honey, I'm proud of you," her father said vaguely as Knives sat down across the table.
About an hour later, Knives left her house and set course for a mountain near the military station just outside the village. It wasn't hard to find as there were other people around her age heading in the exact same direction. When she reached a small rocky platform about 10m up the mountainside, she found about a dozen teens grouped around two women; the coaches - Lucy Viper and Marilynn Mort.
Marilynn was middle-aged District 2 past Victor. Despite her age, she was in fantastic shape and didn't look a day over 30...maybe 40. Her russet hair had been cropped to her shoulders and there was a deep scar running from her left ear to her right collarbone. Lucy on the other hand was much younger, somewhere in her early twenties, and, as much as one could see, unmarked by battle scars. She had a slender build and platinum blonde hair pulled back in a long ponytail. She'd never been in the Games but that wasn't for lack of trying. Knives pitied those kids who foolishly viewed Lucy as the softer one upon first glance.
"Alright then," bellowed Marilynn loudly over the howling wind which was picking up steadily, "now that you've dragged your sorry carcases up this molehill, finally, we can get to work! Today, you will scale the mountainside 20 meters up and reach a plain. No equipment, you're going bug-style."
As she spoke, Lucy opened a little silver case in her hand and proceeded to fix different coloured ribbons to the Careers' wrists at random. "Up on the plain," she continued for Marilynn, "are wooden blocks. You must find the block that matches the colour of your wristband and bring it back down. There are 2 to 3 people per one block. Team work is prohibited, you must reach the block before your fellow tributes!"
Knives looked down at her wrist: a green ribbon. Well, this ought to be fun. She looked around to see who her main competition would be.
"If everyone has a colour, you shall go on my whistle!" rang out Marilynn's voice. There was a short period of time in which Knives focused her attention back on the coach and then the whistle sounded. [/color] [/size]
