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Training Hall practice [Axel] Jan 31, 2013 18:19:19 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Jan 31, 2013 18:19:19 GMT -5

I made my way to the training halls that morning. Ugh, like I even bothered with it. I hated training halls. They were so confined and closed, I felt like my movements were basically hindered by the four metallic walls that surrounded it. The sound of the other Careers basically ruining the training dummies was also a little bit too much for me, as I prefered very much the quiet feeling of the forest, or the windy sounds of the plains. The industrial sounds coming from the halls, however, were so... artificial. So bland... at least to me. But why bother with such details? I almost forgot why my father sent me here in the first place: to train, to fight and to basically have a chance during the Hunger Games, however meager it would be. So I simply pushed the doors and moved forward. I already could smell the stench of sweat from outside.

On the inside, the smell was so much worse that I had to cover my face not to inhale this (I believed it to be) toxic air. Why did I have to support this? I simply went to the locker room and changed to more suitable clothes for practicing, than I got out and went to the weapons stand. I took a sharp rapier, faced ont of the training dummies and started my attacks. I moved smoothly around it, watching every bit of the "body" before me and landed a hit straight in the flank. I withdrew really fast only to attack in the chest, causing a gaping hole to open in the wooden structure. I withdrew, then targeted the ribs, and so on. Soon, the smell of my sweat covered the stench of the training hall, but I didn't even bother... My only goal was to attack that dummy, to riddle it with holes before finally delivering the final blow, straight into the heart of my victim.

But before I even started my final blow, I heard an unnatural noise coming from behind me. I never should have turned my face towards it... I would regret it later...

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Training Hall practice [Axel] Jan 31, 2013 22:49:07 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Jan 31, 2013 22:49:07 GMT -5

It had been some time since I had done any official training, I had been caught up in alot of things recently that had taken me away from it. I forgot that thrill of battle, the hum and whistle of the sword as it arced through the air. Perhaps I didn't have that same precision that I used to but I was still a fearsome fighter by anyones standards. People were still jealous of the skill that I showed, in live fights or against the training dummy, and I still held the title of best fighter in the district. Even if I did lose to my fiance, she was the only one who could beat me, I was still unmatched. So today was no different than my usual routine, I would walk to the facility and take a few challenges, than after I had beaten everyone I would go about my training alone. I was never alone for very long though, I hated to train alone, just didn't have that same magic as fighting a real person.

So I began my rounds searching for the people who stood out as "skilled" fighters. My eyes fell on a rather slight kid attacking a training dummy with a rapier. Not exactly a weapon you saw a Career using, but it matched him, thin and rather flimsy...alot like him. Maybe he would be my next victim, show him how a Career should really fight. I walked along the facility, my feet falling lightly on the floor making almost no noise...at least until I was within a few paces of him. Than for some reason everything decided it would make twice as much noise as usual. I saw him turn around, and as his eyes beheld my massive frame I thought his eyes would fall out of his head. That was the typical reaction from people though, I was huge and intimidating, and well Xander Thrash, everyone knew me.

"Well shrimp, care to let that blade of yours dance in a training fight. Or maybe I could just give you some tips, you're just going to get yourself killed if you fight a live person. Seriously, you're quite the squirt, not really cut out for this kind of stuff...why are you even here?"

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Training Hall practice [Axel] Feb 1, 2013 19:02:30 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Feb 1, 2013 19:02:30 GMT -5

"How arrogant of you."

I answered that simply, just like if it were a joke. But seing the size of that guy was simply too much for me to handle. Why in the whole wide world have I decided to be a total idiot and to challenge him in that smug voice! I was being stupid, that's why. But nevertheless, I simply continued.

"Why do you think I'm here! For the same reason as you. To train. And my style of fighting isn't like yours, so if you're not happy with it, just don't come and tell me that I'm a shrimp."

Why did I answer to this guy? Did I want to die so early? Why did I almost provoke him! I gripped my rapier with so much force that I could almost feel my blood stopping suddenly. That was too much. This guy was humongous, and compared to him, I definitely was a shrimp. A miserable little shrimp before a big muscled whale that just waited the slightest opportunity to eat me as a whole. Sometimes I could be stupid, that was true, but this time, I definitely took the cake for stupidity. A spark of rebellious attitude came to my eyes, a spark which I tried to extinguish.

*No, Joel! Don't make your show-off! That's neither the time nor the place to do it. What are you saying! This guy calls me a shrimp! He's going to get it big time! NO! You idiot! If you do that, you will only anger him, and things will go from bad to worse! I don't care! He's gonna see how I can fight!*

"How about a mock battle? If I can land enough hits with my rapier, I will be considered the victor!"

*Idiot!*

I fetched the protective pads and placed them on my uniform, ready to fight, brandishing my rapier and challenging my foe. If I could win...

*If you CAN*

I would prove that I can win only with speed and stealth. And that big mouth will have to shut up once and for all and see that I'm a competent Career trainee. I was about to show him how I could fight with all my ferocity.

*Go, tiger! Go into the Dragon's Den. I'll be waiting to see your burning corpse come out of it.*

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Training Hall practice [Axel] Feb 5, 2013 20:40:08 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Feb 5, 2013 20:40:08 GMT -5

I had to give it to the little runt, he had alot of nerve to even dream of taking me on. It would probably take at least three of him to make up the muscle mass that I had. He was very scrawny, not at all Career like, in all honesty the only thing Career like he had going for him was the fact he had that fighting attitide. Seriously though, if he had the nerve to challenge me to a fight he had to be sick in the head. His eyes told the real story though, he was afraid of what he was saying, he had spoken before he had fully thought through what he was doing. He pretended to be tough but I felt sure that he didn't want to be here, he looked about as interested in fighting as I do with flowers. All you had to do was look at his weapon choice, the rapier was always a secondary weapon among Careers, unless of course you were a girl, but for most guys it was a broad sword that they chose. Maybe I could play around with him for a little while though, it had been a while since I had a good plaything to torment.

"You are a bold one aren't you runt, and as wonderful as it would be to fight you, i really don't feel like signing my name on the incident report. Plus the mess would be awful, I wouldn't mean to hurt you, but sometimes I can't hold back. You would probably end up no better than a smear on one of the mats. They'd probably have to close this facility because the stain I made with you was so stuck into the mat. No, I'll let you live, it's easier on you, me, this facility, and even your family if I don't accept that challenge."

I wondered how he would react to this, it was after all one of the oldest tricks in the Career guidebook. Try and psych out your opponent with your words, take them out of the comfort zone, make them feel as if they aren't as good as they are. Looking at him he was an easy target for it, thin and not very muscular, it was like just by being here he was begging to be picked on. "Why are you here, you aren't really one of us, you're far to thin, and you have none of the muscles that a typical Career has. What did you not want to be a Career fighter and your folks forced you to come here? Seriously runt, I would just walk out now, you're sword fodder."

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Training Hall practice [Axel] Feb 6, 2013 0:05:08 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Feb 6, 2013 0:05:08 GMT -5

"Why you little..."

My blood was pumping. Was he calling me weak? Was he saying I didn't have what it took to be a Career? That I didn't want to? That was it. I went crazy (or at least crazier than usual) and pointed my rapier at him as a sign of challenge. Why did he torment me? Did he like to play with other people like me? Well he is about to see that I am not a toothpick. No, I can be more fearsome, more dangerous that he could ever imagine if I was provoked. I could litterally slice him in two. My anger started to grow. I was becoming a fearsome beast. I tried to calm down, as I could hear my own breath throught the veil of anger that I had in my head. I wanted to control myself. It was not like me to become angry, and that was my weakness. I breathed deeply, then turned my eyes filled with unhapiness and anger to my opponent.

"Haven't you heard what the lion can do? It can actually attack with stealth and agility, and kill its prey in one fell swoop. However, it's not because of physical strength only. It's because the enemy isn't prepared. So, in one jump, he can easily rip the throat of any small animal that even dare to cross his way. That's why I'm here. I decided to take a different path as a Career. I want things to change. I'm not the type of person to go head-on, even if angered. I simply charge at the opportune moment, carrying swift death. That's what I do. If you don't like how I play the game, and how I train, then ok. But don't judge me on how I fight only because in your eyes, the life of a Career should be one of constant muscular training. We all have our ways to approach our training. Yours is brutal strength; mine is stealth. See? Everyone is different. Anyway, that's basically why I don't like to train in the District's training halls: because they simply depletes our capacities. And to be fair, many Careers out there find it difficult to properly survive in an environment they don't like, or that they have never experienced. Am I wrong?"

I took my rapier and targeted a dummy, and with one swoop, I pierced the neck of the plastic "body" that was standing in front of me.

"I have the lion's speed and intellect. What do you have?"

I said that with the same defying tone, but this time my voice was immensly calm. I had the high ground, and my eyes were filled with confidence.

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Training Hall practice [Axel] Feb 8, 2013 16:04:36 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Feb 8, 2013 16:04:36 GMT -5

It was working, just as it always did, people like him were so predictable. Their pride got in the way of everything, ~~I remember a time when I was like that~~, and it blinded them to the truth that they weren't as good as they thought. There was always going to be someone out there better than you, all you could do was prepare for any situation. His eyes betrayed him though, he was letting his emotions get the better of him, any sense of reality that he had formerly had was replaced by raw emotion and anger. The trap had been laid, the bait set, and he had falled into the trap, hook, line, and sinker. He had no idea what he was getting himself into though, everything that I had said before about him being a smear on the floor, I hadn't been kidding. He was intent on fighting me now though, what more could I try and do to dissuade him from pretty much attempting suicide.

"You're preaching to the choir here kid, do you think that I don't know that there are multiple styles and techniques to fighting. I'm Xander Thrash kid, I know every style and technique out there, I've used every weapon in this facility, I was going to be the pride of District 1. My style is about more than just brute strength, I am an artist letting my blade paint the picture. Each stroke of the sword as it arcs through the air towards my opponent creates an image. As for the complaints about the facility training...think of it all as more of guidelines, you're here to pick up the basics, and after that go your own way."

Something about this guy was annoying me, there was definitely something that was rubbing me the wrong way about him. His skills with the rapier were undeniable though, skilled yes, but unbeatable no. He claimed to have the speed and intellect of the lion, but he was forgetting one other thing about the lion, one of its biggest weaknesses, the fact that at times they were overconfident in their abilities. Walking to the wall I grabbed one of the two handed swords and hefted it from hand to hand testing it's weight. It would serve it's purpose for the moment though, I just needed to show this punk what he was in for.

Walking to one of the dummies across from the boy I took my ready stance, and I began my drill, or in this case me showing off to the punk. Despite my larger frame I was able to move deftly around the dummy using a series of moves and techniques that took years to master. Finally I came to the end of my little show and arced my sword quickly in the air before letting it crash down with lightning speed onto the dummy. The sword cleaved through the dummy with ease, and both halves fell to the floor, a clean cut clearly visible for all to see. "That my friend is just an example of one of many things that could happen to you if we fight. I've only ever lost a fight once, and I don't intend on losing again. Especially not to someone like you. So why don't you put that toothpick away before someone gets hurt."

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Training Hall practice [Axel] Feb 13, 2013 0:35:20 GMT -5

Post by darkus20 on Feb 13, 2013 0:35:20 GMT -5

"What the...?"

I let out this cry of surprise when I saw him tearing off one of the dummies with only one swing of his sword... It was scary, to be completely honest, and I couldn't help but to back down a little. How would I even hope to win against him? Why did I even BOTHER to provoke him in a battle? He would have killed me! He was dead serious when he told me that... I now realize it, as I see the two halves of the plastic dummy lying on the ground, torn appart by brute and sheer strength. I looked at the guy, and my eyes were filled with fear. That was legitimate, of course... He was a scary guy...

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I... I..."

No words could come out of my mouth. I was petrified with fear, possibly a form of agony as well. I looked at him, sword in hands, with this terrifying look on his face... It was too much. I decided to go back to my own practice... However, I couldn't concentrate. I had these images in my mind, of the dummy falling to the ground, and it reminded me of the countless nightmares I lived when I saw the horrors of the Games. I started to feel uneasy, and decided to sit down a little. I looked at the guy and said:

"You're right... I'm no Career material if I get scared so easily... I'm worthless, that's for sure..."

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Training Hall practice [Axel] Feb 13, 2013 11:18:49 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Feb 13, 2013 11:18:49 GMT -5

My clean sweep of the training dummy had the desired affect on this punk, and yet I was a changed Career. In all honesty I was doing it more for his sake than anything else, I didn't want to have to hurt him. Looked like he got the message though, a look of terror was no plastered on his face, and he stuttered something about not meaning to do something, most likely provoke me. I wasn't going to seriously hurt him though, I just wanted him to understand what it would be like for him in the Games. After a few more seconds of shock he turned back to his own training, but his heart was no longer in it, his focus was well lost into the confines of his mind.

Finally he gave in to whatever was going on in his mind and he sat down at the edge of the mat, and proceeded to have a pity party for himself. While I agreed he was not Career material he was most certainly not useless, everyone had a purpose to to fulfill, and if his wasn't fighting than it had to be something else. Walking over to the mat I sat down beside him, and leaned over so I was more on his level. It had to have been a rather funny sight to see as it was, I was at least twice the size of this guy. "Look runt, I didn't do that to make you feel useless, I just wanted you to admit that you aren't really the typical Career. You're not worthless though, you just have other things that you're better at is all. Maybe I could help you out or something, give you some tips and pointers?"

I had to stop calling him runt also, that couldn't be doing much for his self esteem. "Look, you've got a name right runt, so spill it so I can stop calling you runt. I'm going to help you get your self esteem up"

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