He Sees the Dawn {Open}

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He Sees the Dawn {Open} Jan 17, 2012 20:07:36 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Jan 17, 2012 20:07:36 GMT -5

Fledger Rells

It was big and loud and crowded. People shouted at him, assumingly in adoration, though for what, Fledger didn't know. Getting Reaped? As if that took such skill. The Capitolites were mad. He'd barely been here a day, and he already knew that. They loved people they barely knew, and watched those same people die a few days later. They dyed their hair strange colors, and had markings all over their skin, not to mention the strange eye colors and gaudy make-up...no wonder the President kept the Districts in poverty. He probably couldn't stand more than one bunch of people looking so absurd.

Even the showers were absurd, something he was sure nearly all the tributes thought. They all probably had trouble with them, but whether or not they spent the time to actually figure them out was questionable. Fledger had refused to press random buttons and get showered by strange-smelling things, so he'd stood outside the shower as he tested the buttons. After about half an hour, the water had started to get cold and he'd figured out the right things to press to get the most normal-smelling soap and shampoo as he could. Everything seemed to be so complicated here. Though he'd been there only a short time, he was already yearning for the simplicity of home. There, he'd known exactly what to do and how to do it. There was no guessing or fussing around. It was easy, his life all laid out for him. Now, he questioned how much of a life he would have left.

His first day of training, Fledger's stomach roiled with butterflies. What would he say? What would he do? He wasn't sure he even wanted to talk to people at all. It wasn't as if he'd be allowed to ally with any of them. And it didn't make much sense to befriend people he'd only end up having to kill. But if someone came up to him, he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from talking. That was what he did. He talked to people, tried to solve their problems. In this situation, however, he was sure that wasn't possible. They all had the same problem, and only one of them would find the solution.

Fledger wandered up to the Edible Plants station, thinking it would be useful to have some knowledge of plants. Unless the arena was a desert or wasteland with no life, there would be plants there of some sort. It would certainly be easier to try to find those rather than hunt. Honestly, he'd be doing enough hunting anyway.

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He Sees the Dawn {Open} Jan 17, 2012 20:44:49 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 17, 2012 20:44:49 GMT -5

The one thing that Ally liked about training was that her mentor wasn't there to hand her note cards to memorize or whisper something into her ear. She didn't have to think like most of the Game prep activities required. Just wandering around learning this or that and checking out all the other tributes she'd be competing with. Just a simple game to Ally. To be honest, Jacquelyn had instructed her not to communicate with any other tributes. Probably out of fear that Ally would be stupid enough to make an alliance or worse- a friend.

However, Ally was a charismatic girl and, of course, drawn to others. Being alone didn't suit her, too much thinking to do and when you think things that were simple get complicated. Like last night, Ally started thinking about if the Games were right or wrong. In her mind they had always just been, if not right, needed. Now that she was actually going to be in them she wasn't so sure.

That was last night, by herself. Now, surrounded by people, she let her mind drift off aimlessly landing only on pleasant thoughts and not working too hard. Her feet wandered as much as her thoughts and she found herself next to a male tribute. Without as much as a second thought her mouth opened and the words poured out all in a rush.

"Hi, my name is Ally Willics! What's yours?" catching herself quickly and unsure what to do Ally let out a curse, then cursed herself for cursing and then got so utterly confused that she could only stand there next to the boy and look depressed. "Uh... I don't know."

Maybe Ally shouldn't have volunteered. Killing people seemed to involve a lot more thinking than she ever thought it would.

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He Sees the Dawn {Open} Jan 20, 2012 11:36:43 GMT -5

Post by Morgana on Jan 20, 2012 11:36:43 GMT -5

Fledger Rells

He was surprised that someone talked to him. He had assumed that most others would have the same mind-set he did. Why make friends when you can't have allies? As he thought about it, though, Fledger realized that talking to someone wouldn't necessarily mean they would become friends. He;d know something about them of course, and even a small detail could be dangerous when it came down to it. Any fragment of another person's life could make him sympathetic. In the arena, sympathy was a weakness. No, he had to be as cold and vicious as he possibly could.

He'd never had to act mean or cruel in his life before, and it certainly wasn't something he was good at. What would River think as she watched him on the television? Would she understand it was just what he had to do? Fledger had done desperate things to survive before, and though he didn't really want to go back to that, he knew he had to. He wanted to just be himself for the rest of his life - however long or short that might be. But now, that wasn't an option.

"My name's Fledger Rells," He told the girl - Ally. As an afterthought, he added, "District Four." That was part of who he was now. Before, it didn't matter that he lived in District Four, because he'd never known anyone that didn't. Now, it was something that identified him, and would for the rest of time, whether he lived or not. "Have you done much training yet?" The time he'd spent figuring out the shower that morning had cut into his training time. He'd arrived a bit later than the rest of the tributes, thought he was certain there were one or two that hadn't yet arrived.

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He Sees the Dawn {Open} Jan 20, 2012 20:19:31 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 20, 2012 20:19:31 GMT -5

Fledger Rells. Ally couldn't help but appreciate the name. She was even happier that he had decided to talk to her. Maybe his mentor wasn't so mean and allowed him to talk to others. He said he was from District Four. That's.... uh... something like water. Ally thought long and hard until she came up with the fishing industry. Water equals fishing- duh.

"Have you done much training yet?"

Ally quirked her head to the side at the question. Had she done much training yet? Sure she had. The girl had already been trained on what to say, how to to act and was given note cards to memorize for certain situations. However, ally rarely listened to the advice forced on her. It didn't make a whole lot of since and what her mentor didn't know didn't hurt her.

"I'm from District Seven," she said with a smile, picking up one of the plants before having it swatted out of her hands by the manager of the station. Oops. "I've done plenty of training but I don't really get it. Do you understand the things your mentor makes you do?"

Jacquelyn's voice in the back of her head snapped at her not to make alliances or friends or even acquaintances. Bowing her head to look at her feet by the table, Ally felt a bit of shame for disobeying but it felt so much better to talk to someone her age.