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1600m (mile) Aug 19, 2012 13:56:46 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Aug 19, 2012 13:56:46 GMT -5

1600M MILE RUN

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Welcome to the 1600 meter tournament of the very first Panem Olympic Games! The track and field complex is located within the Olympic Arena, with stands for spectators traveling from Districts One, Two, Four, and the Capitol to watch the competitors. Television cameras are set up around as well, to broadcast the event to anyone staying home as well as to the other districts who aren't as lucky and competent as you all! Please be sure you stretch and warm up with your coaches before you're called to the starting block, and remember, make your district proud!

The execution of this event is simple. Feel free to roleplay your character on the starting blocks and running, and then paste the code [*dice=12000+27000] without the asterisks into your post and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This will result in a four-digit number that will correspond to a time, which is read with a decimal point separating the first three and the last two digits (e.g. 27000 is read as 270.00 seconds) This will be converted to minutes.

The competitor with the lowest time wins this event. Times for this event will be continually updated on this thread.

After everyone has rolled, feel free to edit your post with your character's reaction if you so desire, but please keep it to one post rather than multiple.

There is NO POSTING ORDER; you may post your shots whenever you please. Keep in mind, though, that this is meant to move pretty fast, so we're not looking for exceedingly long posts.

Here is the roster for this event:

1) Nathaniel Graives, D1 — 6.15m
2) Apex White, D1 — 5.69m
3) Amele Foster, D1 — 4.7m
4) Genesis Tailspun, D1 — 6.42m
5) Scooter Ramsey, D2 — 4.64m
6) Scarlet O'Hare, D2 — 5.9m
7) Viridian Harper, D1 — 5.46m
8) Mayson Slade, D4 —

Let the games begin!
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Last Edit: Aug 21, 2012 6:58:56 GMT -5 by Lulu

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Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. District Mayor [M:-1540] 987 POSTS last seen May 21, 2013 16:51:38 GMT -5 (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻	1600m (mile) Aug 19, 2012 14:05:20 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Aug 19, 2012 14:05:20 GMT -5 Scarlet O'Hare: Filler [dice=12000+27000][rand=69803424063138663835620312020182697306522959843286055128106381744]

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1600m (mile) Aug 19, 2012 14:08:10 GMT -5

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Post by Matt on Aug 19, 2012 14:08:10 GMT -5

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Endurance was something I worked hard on to increase. Daily runs around the glamorous district were the beginnings of my workout and training for the day, and until recently I had a great running partner in Daven. We would make casual conversation in between our sprints, commenting on the Capitol-esque appearances of some of the wealthier citizens. Ripred, I missed him. How could I not? Every event I took part in was a reminder of all of the training he had done with me, all of the laughs and jokes we had together. I loved him, in a fatherly sort of way. He was the only one who came close to being my dad, and now they're both gone. Everyone I love dies. Sometimes I think it's a curse, and it's part of the reason I don't let myself get close to anybody. I'm much happier on my own, knowing that nobody and nothing can harm me.

I do my stretches thoroughly, not wanting to pull anything during my run. I'm nervous, and I casually play around with my milky blonde ponytail as I wait anxiously for the start of the race. It's a mile, and the only way I have a shot of winning this is if I play on my strengths and know what pace I can keep up. Luckily, I know how to do that. They call us all to the track, a hodge podge of different souls wanting their dreams to come true. But this time, it's my chance to win. I do a quick leg stretch one last time before heading over to my starting position. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. At the fire of the pistol, I'm off.

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heartwood guest	1600m (mile) Aug 19, 2012 14:43:15 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by heartwood on Aug 19, 2012 14:43:15 GMT -5 Apex White Filler [dice=12000+27000][rand=5965961210895339609014783054590376990183722227807896976522170007]

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1600m (mile) Aug 19, 2012 15:10:12 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Aug 19, 2012 15:10:12 GMT -5

Viridian Harper
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Fidgeting, jumping, eyes darting around to look at the other contestants Viridian was everything but at ease. His fingers twitched, and his feet refused to stay still. A race, but not just any race. A televised race, in front of hundreds and hundreds of people. The air buzzed with excitement and sweat started to form on the nape of this neck. Already freaking out and the race hadn't even started yet.

The blonde haired boy chewed at his lip as he stretched, worried that he'd make a fool of himself and embarrass his district, his family, her. She was in the back of his mind, telling him to train longer, run faster be better. He'd do it for her. Everything he did in this foreign district was for her. Positions were called and Viridian took his place, mind focused on his goal. A mile. He ran a mile every day, this was no big deal. He'd run, win a medal and go home. That was the plan and he was sticking to it.

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1600m (mile) Aug 19, 2012 15:34:22 GMT -5

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Post by kneedles on Aug 19, 2012 15:34:22 GMT -5

Scooter 'The Scoot' Ramsey

Most runners liked to analyse their past performances, dissect their craft, improve their technique- but that had never been The Scoot’s style. He was a maverick after all, a rebel without a cause, the kind of guy that would just get his head down and run, run like there was no tomorrow- like a blur in the corner of your eye, like a goddamn winner. Why would he sit and dissect something that came natural. “Come on baby, come on,” he murmured to himself during his stretch and his warm up, eyes making love to the marathon track in front of him. It would be a long mile ahead, stuck inside his own head, but The Scoot didn’t mind that much- he was excellent freaking company. And he wouldn’t get too used to it because The Scoot was about to make this race his bitch.

Muttering his usual mantra, the same crap about being a freaking winner and fast as a fat person chasing after cake, The Scoot pictured this race as a face that he was about to punch repeatedly. He was gonna tear up this track and leave nothing but a bloody pulp. Just you watch.

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Last Edit: Aug 19, 2012 15:35:22 GMT -5 by kneedles

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1600m (mile) Aug 21, 2012 0:47:09 GMT -5

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Post by Ominous on Aug 21, 2012 0:47:09 GMT -5

Genesis Tailspun

Running was never my passion, but the fact that I knew that I was good at something was enough to keep me in the sport. Just imagining the look as they see a small girl pass them up really grilled them -- I could feel it, but what can I say? That's them just being them; if there was an award for being truly pathetic, I wouldn't mind submitting a few nominees.

It's probably a true fact that the longer your legs went, the more ground you could cover. However, my small legs as they refer them could beat their ground coverage easily with the amount of speed I was fully capable of putting up. I was a sprinter at heart, that was my advantage over them all. Those find curved legs of mine... They were something I couldn't help but take great pleasure out of. Whenever I flexed them, my calves would usually find themselves puffed up like an enormous tumor, an extremely exciting sight to observe. Sometimes, I would find myself doing it for weeks, staring at my legs as I flexed them in and out. Never got tired of it.

From what I knew the 1600 meter run was not only a test of just how much ground one could cover. You couldn't just dash out there, flaunting towards everyone that you could outrun them all, that's just absurd. Although it's true you need to be fine shape to cover that much ground, but you also needed a good battle plan that you can not only invoke on the track, but also pledge yourself to stick with it through to the end. My plan? Pretty simple. Beat the living hell out of everyone with these damn good legs of mine.

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Last Edit: Aug 21, 2012 0:49:17 GMT -5 by Ominous

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1600m (mile) Aug 21, 2012 20:09:37 GMT -5

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