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the sun is always shining~ [Rade] Sept 18, 2012 21:42:17 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Sept 18, 2012 21:42:17 GMT -5

Bianca of House Tarbuck

Despite having her shoulders back and her chin up, the girl's face flushed with embarrassment as she walked through the throng of teenagers lounging in the training center. They were heckling her, laughing, pointing and joking. Giant. Freak. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Bianca was used to the treatment, she had been receiving it all her life. She was well aware that her appearance was neither comely or normal, but evidently people felt it was their duty to point out all these flaws to her.

Bianca, how many times have you broken your nose? Bianca- how gross is she. If you yell at Bianca too much she'll turn green and stomp all over your house.

Oh if only she could. Despite being large, she was not big enough to demand respect from everyone. She found life a hard pill to swallow. Here she was, perfect for fighting- sturdy, strong and good with a sword yet everyone teased her as if she hadn't accomplished all these feats. A man of the same stature with less abilities would have been praised for his skills. Not matter how many people she pins in a wrestling match or how many dummies she slices in half, Bianca Tarbuck just can't seem to win.

As she made her way through the group of people, most coming up to only her shoulders, they sneered at her like they did everyday. If I were a man they would not be so quick to insult. Despite the turmoil storming inside of her, Bianca made it through to the other side without laying a finger on any one of them. She had thought about it- just taking two heads and bashing them together. Taking a practice sword and running through a kid or two. It wasn't worth it though. There was no honor in such attacks. Bianca was chained by two different sets of rules- the chivalry of a fighter and the courtesies of a lady. Managing to hold on to both of them was easy, trying to convince people she was one or the other- that was a different story. Such a large woman could never been seen as a lady, but a a girl couldn't be taken seriously as a fighter.

A never ending loop that made the girl dizzy and frustrated as she repeated the round over and over again. The only release from such matters was training. Crossing the gym, the girl took up a sword and starting hacking at the dummy set up in the corner. It was a heavy sword, one that required both hands on the hilt in order to wield it. The girl did it with ease, slashing off the right arm of the mannequin with a single swipe down. Her breathing was quick and shallow, sweat forming on her brow and her arms starting to hurt from swinging the great sword.

"Go ahead, laugh." she said to the blank faced dummy, running a hand through her straw colored hair to remove it from her eyes. "Everyone else does." Her foot shot out, kicking the dismembered arm of her victim to the side, sliding across the gym floor. Despite her encouragement, the dummy remained silent. Leaning on the hilt of her sword, Bianca let her lungs catch up with the her activities, sucking in air as fast as she could get it. If only real people fell quiet as easily as plastic ones. If they did what kind of person would Bianca be today without the insults that molded her from childhood?

Hanging her head, the girl wondered how long she could pull this off. This facade of a warrior who didn't care what names were thrown at them, because she did care. Every word was knife in her chest reopening hold wounds and creating new ones. One day. she thought, blue eyes to the floor examining the scratches weapons had carved into the surface over the years. One day they will realize they have made a big mistake.

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the sun is always shining~ [Rade] Sept 29, 2012 0:20:03 GMT -5

Post by charade on Sept 29, 2012 0:20:03 GMT -5

|Carver Predd|

Though the gym was not his favorite of places to be, it had it draws. It was one of the best places to people watch; to observe his fellow careers in their natural habitat and decide who was worth writing about, and who was simply a waste of time. Today, Carver had been unsuccessful in his efforts to find out the secrets of the Lyons family; his latest prey. There was something fishy about the way their children interacted, and he wanted to be the one to find out. But how to go about it? The father was a secretive fellow, and his children strutted around like they owned the whole blasted district, thinking that they were so far above the rest of the masses. It was time someone took them down a notch or three. But again, the question poised on the cusp of his mind was how to approach them.

It seemed that Circe suffered few people to be around her, nor were her two brothers easily accessible. So it fell to Carver to look up their gym buddies. The ones that played follow the leader whether they were aware of it or not. It took two unsuccessful forays into two different gyms before he found what he was looking for. The scarred one was nowhere to be found this day; but the girl that that was the subject of many cruel jokes was the one he had been able to find. Bianca Tarbuck, a mountain of a girl, nearly as tall as Carver and almost as muscular. An odd duck to say the least, but a respectable fighter. While Carver was certain she harbored a few secrets of her own, she wasn't the one he was interested in finding out more about. A means to an end. For the past dozen or so minutes , he had watched as she tore into a dummy with a sort, muttering things beneath her breath and ignoring her surroundings.

Most people wouldn't give her a second glance. But Carver was not among those people. The inquisitive nature of the Predd boy often led him down roads he never would have traveled otherwise; and his lack of tact usually escalated the situation. Deciding he needed to catch her attention without getting too close, he walked over to a selection of projectile weapons and perused it for a decent one. There was a slingshot, a few crossbows, and smaller, and in his opinion, more deadly to boot. Grasping a small throwing knife and testing its weight in his hands, he took only a moment to debate where it should go. It was sharp, as evidenced by the prick to his finger and the bead of blood that trailed down it. His target chosen, he hurled the blade at the dummy's remaining arm, taking it in the forearm with a thwack as the arm danced like a marionette whose strings had just been cut.

"A nice severing you did there. Though you'd do more internal damage with thoughtful stabs instead of brute force slashes."

Leaning casually on the wall with his arms crossed, he smirked at the girl as he awaited a reaction. Your move.

Last Edit: Oct 11, 2012 16:48:09 GMT -5 by charade

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the sun is always shining~ [Rade] Oct 12, 2012 18:04:13 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Oct 12, 2012 18:04:13 GMT -5

Bianca of House Tarbuck

It was the sound of the knife implanting itself into the dummy that caught the girl's attention. Standing up straight she steeled herself for whatever insults were about to be hurled at her. It always happened like that- a young snooty Career, almost always male, would interfere with her training and then tease her. The girl's jaw tightened, her fingers curling into fists.

"A nice severing you did there. Though you'd do more internal damage with thoughtful stabs instead of brute force slashes." Funny thing about men, they always think you need instruction. How many times has Bianca seen boys who can't hold a sword properly? Or men who chunk spears as if they were bags of flour instead of a weapon that must be aimed? She never corrects them because she knows they won't heed her advice. At least if she ended up in the Games with one they wouldn't be a challenge to kill. The boy who had decided to interrupt her practice today was older than the ones who usually picked at her. He was as massive as she was- probably bigger- and leaning against the wall just watching her. The grin he wore was unsettling and Bianca couldn't stand to see it much longer. Breaking her gaze she walked, head down, over to the dummy, tearing the knife from the plastic.

"Maybe I wasn't going for a kill," the words spilled from her thin lips before she could stop them. However, once they escaped it felt like a weight was lifted from her chest. All the frustration at her life and at the people of her district was released a little bit with every word she spoke in defense of herself. Crossing over, Bianca held the hilt of the blade out for the boy to take back. She lifted her head just enough to make eye contact with this new comer. "Maybe I wanted them to suffer."

The words were by no means lady like, but Bianca enjoyed how the words made her feel like she could face these intrusions and teases with something more than stone silence. It was not a huge victory, but enough to make the girl feel less beaten down.

Her blue eyes were still connected with the large boy's hazel ones. Up this close she could see that he rivaled her in size. A worthy opponent- if he could do more than smirk and toss knives around. He didn't look familiar which only meant he probably wouldn't leave as quickly as the others do. Such is the life of Bianca the Beauty.