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Unloved (Open) Jan 30, 2013 0:15:12 GMT -5

Post by itstime on Jan 30, 2013 0:15:12 GMT -5

I woke up one morning very early. I looked out the window and it was still pretty dark. I could barely see the sun in the sky. The orange pink color started to creep up from the horizon. Ever since I could walk, my mother wanted myself and my brothers to train for if (or when) we ever get reaped for the hunger games. My brothers were all fine with this, being that all three of them are strong, smart and good with a close combat weapon. My mother believes that any long range weapon will get you nowhere in the games. My brothers all trained with swords, spears, and knifes. I prefer the bow, which of course my mother hates. My mother believes that in order for her to be a good mother, she must have a victor in the family. I am the youngest and the only child left who can be reaped. I am her last chance. Except Im scared of the games.

I walk outside with a bow and knife and walk into our backyard/training area. We had target practice, endurance training, and some tools for trap making. I of course sucked at most of this, I could never get the hang of it. I kept trying and trying again. I couldn't get it. I knew my mother and father we watching like normal. They were going to punish me if I didn't not do a good enough job. They just didnt get me, I dont think anyone ever would. Until I heard the snap of a twig behind me. My mother always told me to spin around and take aim with your bow when someone sneeks up on you, so I though it was here. I turned and took aim with my bow.

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Unloved (Open) Jan 30, 2013 23:29:26 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Jan 30, 2013 23:29:26 GMT -5

It was early, so early that even the sky didn't have time to properly light up. Yet, I couldn't sleep. Until now, all I have done was turning in my bed, with my eyes wide open like a madman. Maybe I didn't want to sleep, too preoccupied by my training to think of anything else... Yes, that was it. My bamboo stick, a makeshift rapier I used for my training sessions, was lying on the side of my bed, begging me to take it. Its eerie voice echoed in my head, asked me to take hold of it and to go train outside... For the love of God, I was really becoming mad! I was so obsessed with training these days that everything else became a chore to me. Even school... and even for me, that is surprising... But the call of the weapon was too strong, to powerful for me to resist. The darkness outside would make a perfect handicap, helping me to properly train depending on various situations. I simply needed to take the bamboo stick and go outside... But at the same time... I felt weird doing this... Training in the middle of the night wasn't really my thing... Oh, what the heck! I took my weapon and went outside.

As soon as I opened the door, the chill of January took over me and made me shiver for a short while. Luckily, my coat was still pretty warm, considering all the time I used it and how weary it was from all the exhausting training session I put it into. Nevertheless, I started to walk outside, my makeshift rapier tied strongly to my belt. I looked up to see the stars, but I only saw dark clouds covering the sky, yet I could see an orange lining. I was going kind off far from my home. My parents didn't like it, of course, but what could they say about it? I am 16, I could do whatever I want. Besides, the Peacekeepers knew about my habit of training out of the prepared training halls that they built and they were mostly OK with that... That didn't change much for them: they would simply need to supervise a little.

I suddenly heard a noice in the distance. Some say curiosity killed the cat, but my own curiosity was probably going to kill me right on the spot. Regardless, I couldn't help myself. I began to move to the place I thought the noise came from, my ear guiding me near a house in District 1. By the time I came there, the sun was properly rising. I stepped slowly in the grass, hoping not to make any sound while I went to the courtyard. There, I saw her. A blond girl with a bow and arrow, was beginning to aim on the different targets. I decided to come closer, but then...

*SNAP*

The twig I stepped on broke with a violent sound, and the second later, I had an arrow pointed straight to my face. I lifted both my arms in the air, startled and frightened.

"Easy there! I'm not here to harm you..."

Last Edit: Feb 1, 2013 0:34:49 GMT -5 by darkus20

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Unloved (Open) Feb 3, 2013 21:43:05 GMT -5

Post by itstime on Feb 3, 2013 21:43:05 GMT -5

I turned around and a boy stood behind me. I was shocked for a second because I had no idea who he was or how he had stumbled into my backyard. Although I did have a big backyard and sometimes because just wonder into it. I looked at him for a minute, he looked pretty cute to me. I noticed that I had been staring at him for a few seconds now so I snap back to reality. "Who are you?"

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Unloved (Open) Feb 4, 2013 22:00:19 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Feb 4, 2013 22:00:19 GMT -5

My arms were still lifted in the air when the girl looked at me. She stopped for a second, as if checking every last inch of my body, almost like if she was suddenly in a trance. I had the chance to look at her... And she was gorgeous to say the least. Her hair was blond, flowing in long locks on her shoulders, and her eyes were as dark as can be. Her skin was beautifully tanned, and I couldn't really take my eyes off of her for a second there, completely subjugated. I never thought I'd be threatened by that kind of girl, but let me tell you, it is a eerie, yet strangely awkward experience. Especially with the look she gave me, as if she suddenly found me attractive. Even with her shocked expression, she still had that kind of unnatural beauty about her and... What the heck am I talking about! She is about to kill me with a arrow to the head, and all I can think about is how beautiful she is? I come back to my senses, my safe suddenly bearing a serious look as I consider all my options. Should I flee? Should I actually attack her before I go away and warn the Peacekeepers?

"Who are you?"

Her question was so sudden that it took me off guard. I couldn't answer at first, just thinking about this. Does she really want to kill me? Or is she just as startled as I am? I lower my arms and try to exhibit a smile I would want to be convincing.

"My name is Joel Daymans. I'm sorry for startling you, I just heard a noise and my curiosity brought me here. I didn't know you would be training this early."

I begin to fluster a little, and my cheeks color themselves in a faint pinkish color... Am I blushing? When an arrow is precisely aimed at my HEAD?

"Might I ask your name as well?"

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Unloved (Open) Feb 4, 2013 23:20:34 GMT -5

Post by itstime on Feb 4, 2013 23:20:34 GMT -5

The boy claimed to be Joel Daymans or something like that. I don't think I have ever heard of that name before. I saw the boy blushing a little bit which is kind of strange because I could kill him in a split second. I lowered my bow and walked over the the table and put it down as the boy explained himself. I found it kind of funny that he just walked into my training area out of curiosity, but hey he was cute so its a win for me I guess. "Im Kaitlyn Duo" I said trying to act a little tough, as my parents always taught me. Just to make sure that fear was flowing through him still, I took a knife from the table and stabbed a near by tree with it. As long as he has fear, im in control, I thought to myself. "I think thats funny. Its normal for people in this district to train early."

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Unloved (Open) Feb 5, 2013 0:01:53 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Feb 5, 2013 0:01:53 GMT -5

Kaitlyn Duo... Kaitlyn Duo... What a cute name, I thought to myself as the young woman introduced herself. Her name pretty much matched with her looks, and she definitely wore both of them really well. However, her presence was fearsome, and her actions were really brutal for someone who looked so fragile. Maybe it's a stereotype, I must admit, but even I can recognize when someone is acting or not. That is definitely what she is doing. And that works pretty well: she scares me for a second when I see her take the knife from the wooden table. Is she going to STAB ME? That's it, I'm going to run as fast as I can to escape this crazy girl... But I just can't... I see something is off, like she is acting all tough, but inside there is something else, something pure that I can't quite grasp. My overly friendly personnality takes hold of me, while she stabs the tree next to her violently, probably to scare me off one more time... But the thing is, she isn't that scary anymore... She just wants to look tough, she wants to prove something... Kaitlyn Duo... a strange person she was indeed. To display such strentgh while being so subtle... and beautiful... That's the thought that seems to come back every time.

"I think that's funny. It's normal for people in this district to train early."

"You're absolutely right... I'm sorry, I'm just startled, is all. You look like a comptent fighter... Training for the Games sure seems like a hard thing, though... You're not tired? If so, want to train with me?"

My offer comes out of my mouth before I can even think of stopping it. I feel suddenly embarassed, and I turn my eyes away from her. I'm blushing again, but the taint of pink is more violent and provocative. I can feel the blood rushing through my face like a stream of unending embarassment takes me over. I couldn't stop myself, now, could I! Something didn't feel right about this... but it's her that kept me from stopping mid-sentence... That was crazy.

"I mean... Ugh... Hum..."

I'm too flustered to talk now... Way to go, Joel! What a mess you got yourself into!

Last Edit: Feb 5, 2013 0:03:10 GMT -5 by darkus20

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Unloved (Open) Feb 11, 2013 23:28:22 GMT -5

Post by itstime on Feb 11, 2013 23:28:22 GMT -5

I looked at the boy puzzled for a minute. Why would he want to train with me? Sometimes it was common for people to train together for the games, but I did not even know this guy that well. I found it very strange. Then I saw him blushing again, as if he had noticed his mistake. I started to giggle a little bit because, to be honest, I found that funny. I had just noticed my hair didnt look that good. I quickly played with it behind my head to make it look better. I almost never really care about looking bad. For some reason I did now though. "Sure Joel, you can train with me."

SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE BTW

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Unloved (Open) Feb 12, 2013 21:11:15 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Feb 12, 2013 21:11:15 GMT -5

"Sure Joel, you can train with me."

Did she really say that? My head turns so quickly that I almost feel my neck cracking. She really accepted? That was almost too unreal to happen, and yet it did. I saw her play slightly with her hair, placing it back to make it look better. This small move just made me blush again... Why am I blushing again? Is my head going to explode or something? Am I going to overheat and die from it? No, even if my face was red as a ripe tomatoe, it wasn't out of heat. I heard her giggle slightly, and I just melted... Really? How did I become so fragile, so sentimental all of a sudden? Needless to say, I was pretty happy that she accepted my very hasty request. So I come to her and take my fake rapier. I wish to show her how I move, and how I master MY weapon of choice, even if some may consider it unconventional.

"I see both our battle style rely on a form of stealth, agility and use minor physical strength. A bow is a weapon that require good aiming. However, my weapon, the rapier, requires something else: speed and strategy. I need to find an opening for hitting the enemy when they least expect it, even if it is a close range weapon."

I went on rambling about how the rapier is a fine and dignified weapon, but forgot the most important and polite thing to do. I felt so ashamed that I turned to the girl and said:

"How about you? How do you train? Do you prefer to stay at a safe distance and be unseen by your opponents, or do you prefer to be out in the opened but still deadly? I want to know, so I can actuallyt improve... Even if the Hunger Games feel like too much for me..."

It was true. I was afraid of everything that surrounded the Games, especially the power of the Capitol. I didn't know what to expect about this presence that always seems to see everything, to watch every movement the Tributes do. Maybe I am scared of being a Tribute as well, probably because of the inevitable death that may occur one I step in the arena. A flash of painful visions still haunt me when I think about it, and every time I watch the Games, I always get these horrible nightmares of people dying with violence, and the hatred in everyone's eyes when they kill those people... I always wake up, my eyes red with grief, sadness and utter terror. Tears always storm my eyes. Sometimes, my parents even say that I was screaming... And I didn't even make it to the Games yet... How can I be scared of something I didn't even tried? That was beyond me... Yet I was terrified...

"To be honest, the Games scare me... I always see people dying on television, and the only thing I want to do is to close my eyes and dream of something less scary... Something happier... Like when I was even too young to participate... When I wasn't even able to fear those hideous practices..."

I became too sentimental... Too much...

"Well, since we are here to train, let's do it. I want to try a bow... Do you have another one, Kaitlyn?"