Training with a Beauty/ Cameo

Everything, you must be good at everything. Encouraged Ruthless day in and day out as she trains her ass off to be the best career there is. Her foster father's voice is always pestering her brain even when he's not around. Better get into the Hunger Games before your not reaping age...unless you like the streets. So even though it would be easy if her training was doing a long workout and practice hard on her bow and arrow skills. But she must be good at everything. The sound of the swords clacking together at least sound sweet, fading that awful man's voice for a change.

Of course the swords have no blades, causing no real damage if careers actually hit one another with them. But they sure do hurt when jamming into Ruthless's sides as she spares with some random dude. His skills are talented, and he has a rough swing, but still she outsmarts him mainly. Sure he gets in a few good hits that bring out a grunt in the female, but for the most part she kicking ass as always. By the time she's just starting to breathe hard, the guy gives in. A smirk of victory grows on her face as she takes a bow with her weapon.

Onto the next course; boxing. One-on-one combat with no weapons involved. How fun it is to get in a good few punches to let out some anger. Some boys already occupy the ring though and it looks like it's male's turn; how sexist that they don't allow oposit genders to fight. Ruthless could easily take out half of the guys in her. Especially the two sparing already; one throwing uncoordinated punches, as the other dances around him like it's a joke. Just when she thinks the toyer is a joker though, he delivers one strong punch to the other kid's jaw that knocks him out. Impressive.

Watching boys fight was not Ruthless's reason for being there though, she wanted to fight. Just as always she wanted to throw around to punches herself, and at least this way it was allowed. Instead of watching the guy take his victory, she moves onto lifting some weights until it's females' spare time.

Just as Ruthless is well into her counts more action occurs, but not from the ring. The same two boys as before, and once again the stronger one has the upper hand. His boot is choking the boy, and isn't lifted until it appears he may pass out. Raising her eyebrows with curiosity, Ruthless actually pauses from her workout to laugh. Of course the trainers come over immediately to check on the poor kid, but scold the other guy in no way. Perfect, the easy going staff is on is all ruthless could consider.

Needing a break from her arms pulsing from the harsh workout, Ruthless goes for a cup of water. As she takes slow sips to enjoy the time off the boy that trashed that kid strolls over, his shirt off and everything. Other girls are staring at him with giggles. Sure he had a nice body, but all Ruthless could consider was that her abs were better. Still she held a bit of admiration that this guy was a trouble maker as well; daring enough to cause an uncontrolled fight right in the middle of the gym. Maybe he knows the staff very will, which were cool with fights and which were. Certainly Ruthless was slowly catching on to them.

"Hello I don't think I ever noticed you around here, I'm Dimitri, whats your name?" Dimitri asks after taking a large gulp of water. How typical for a guy to walk up sweaty and with his shirt off. Ruthless wrinkles her eyebrows inward with curiosity; flirt with the guy as she does at a club, or stick to her motto of no hook ups outside of the bar. It always made it more difficult to keep it to a one night stand. She was keeping the career gym rules.

"Ruthless." She answers, taking the gesture of the handshake, though it seemed old fashion. "Nice work with that kid." Ruthless compliments, gesturing a point with her water-cup over to the kid getting assistances from a nurse. She laughs at the sight of him staring at Dimitri's with anger. "Trust me," she couldn't stop laughing, "he's not going to mess with you anymore." She simply knew from previous experiences. No one messed with her after the first fight.

Ruthless toke a look around to make sure the staff switch didn't occur yet. They still had time to break some rules. How badly she wanted to spare with a guy with one-on-one hand combat, but it wasn't allowed. By the looks of these trainers though, none of them would mind. Plus this would clearly establish she wasn't a pretty girl to flirt with, she was Ruthless.

"You know, I think we should spare." Ruthless suggests, taking the last swig of her water before throwing the cup away. "Promise I'm much tougher then those rich girls." She comments, knowing all of the only female careers to not be wealthy. They all lived in her foster house. Without even an answer she takes off her shirt to look even tougher in only her sports bra, and makes her way over to the ring.

"Sounds like a good time. But I warn you I did not earn this scar for being a weakling. But no matter lets fight." Dimitri warns but it doesn't phase Ruthless one bit. She grins at the challenge. The scar located on the guy didn't even come across her eyes, she was more interested in the good fight moves. Not to mention his daring ability to cause trouble.

"Even better." Ruthless informs as her smile sticks to her face. She hangs her swing over one of the corner poles for the ring, and steps in. Just as Dimitri goes in for the first swing one of the staff members interrupts, making it even that much easier for Ruthless to duck from.

"What are you doing Dimitri!" He scolds. Apparently breaking out into a fight that wasn't in the ring was okay, but if a male and female fight together? "You could of killed her!" The trainer is over dramatic, how Ruthless hated those ones. Before she even has a chance to protest Dimitri head-butts the guys, knocking him out cold. All Ruthless could do was laugh at the situation; most of the trainers were annoying to her, while the rare that actually tried held her respect.

"I don't know about you but. i think we should go. If you want I say we get out of here before the other staff shows up." Dimitri advices after the trainer falls to the ground. How was this guy not in pain himself? Ruthless had tried a head butt a few times in desperate times, and they hurt herself just as much as the enemy.

Before Ruthless has a chance to answer Dimitri is running over to his stuff to run from the scene; putting on his shirt, necklace, and such. By the time he's finished Ruthless is already standing there with her shirt on and bag slung over her shoulder. "Toke you long enough." She jokes with another cocky grin.

"So are you coming or not? Cause if you stay you'll get in alot of trouble for that guy." Dimitri questions, ready to sprint out of the place.

"You know for a guy that just knocked out a kid you're awfully worried about getting in trouble." Ruthless teases; getting in trouble meant nothing to her. The punishment was always getting hurt, but to her that was nothing. Pain was nothing. So running was this guy's problem. Still she was going to be kind. "Okay let's go." Before he even answers back she sprints off out of the gym, expecting him to follow.

"Where to now, dude with a plan?" Ruthless asks at they sprint across the field. No need for stopping, especially if this guy didn't want to get caught.

"Were good now we can slow down. Thanks I can't get caught cause I have alot more crimes on me that they want me for." Dimitri admits while they slow down to a walk. How odd to have someone that so easily gives out information. They hardly knew each other's name, and he was giving up that he was wanted for stuff. How'd he not know Ruthless wasn't the type to turn people in? A lot of District One citizens were, they actually like the Capitol & peacekeepers. "They want me on alot of charges. Robbery, Assault the list goes on. " Lucky for this guy Ruthless wasn't the type to turn people in.

"You're pretty daring to be giving out so much information." Ruthless advices with a cocky grin because she found herself more intelligent then most. Share that Ruthless herself probably has a longer list of crimes? Not to soon. She had no interest in giving details on herself, people knowing her wasn't a goal at all.

"You see those woods. I'v been out there before. I don't know if you have. But out there is like a different world out there. Everything is so great out there. I swear I could live out there If I wanted." This boy was very daring, or maybe just stupid. If only Ruthless was cruel she'd easily turn him in for such a horrible topic to bring up; but she wasn't.

That's where her mother and baby sister should be. Certainly Ruthless had snuck beyond the fence many times, looking for them for miles after miles. But that was even more secrets, ones to especially not give away. "No you couldn't. It's just trees and mutts. out there" Ruthless responds with a bit of anger. "And you should really be more careful on what you give away. You're lucky I'm not the type to turn someone in." How did the boy not know this? This type of talk usually came from someone young and ignorant to what not to say.

"Listen I gotta stop at my place. if you wanna come along please do." Dimitri offers as buildings in the distance come into view. He probably lives in one of those places. Cool, it was rare to meet someone with their own place. Plus Ruthless was now very curious over who this guy was, and why he gave away information for free.

"Why not." Ruthless agrees while follow Dimitri. As long as he didn't bring up beyond the fence again. Then she may just storm. Thinking about her Mother and Joy was too painful. "Not more talk about outside the district though." She advices.

How interesting Dimitri was, odd, but interesting. He stands in the mirror with his shirt off, staring at the large scar that runs down his chest and stomach. Now he's being a sap? The tough exterior's a trick.

"New scar?" Ruthless asks, leaning into the doorway for support. Being on her feet was a constant, so any chance to sit or lean she took. "For a tough guy you're kind of sensitive." She jokes with a small chuckle. "How'd you get that one?" Maybe being a little nice would do some good.

Scars were nothing to Ruthless, they were trophies and stories to her. This guy had to realize that to, there nothing to become sorrowful over. She toke off her shirt, very grateful to have a sports bra on today, and turned to show Dimitri's her back cover in scars.

"See unlike you, I'm not wanted. They usually catch me, or never consider I did it." Still to this day they burn whenever she thinks about them, but to her the pain is real. "You have to love them or they'll hate you." She hands her shirt over one of her shoulders and turns back to Dimitri. "Now time for some fun, any ideas? You're kind of the one to get us kicked from the gym, so your pick."

"This scar I earned when I was in a fight. I got cut by a knife from my father." Dimitri shares the story of his scar; everyone has a weak spot right? Well clearly his is his father. All Ruthless could consider was whether there was anything else. "Now I'm no weakling. I'm not soft either. I got this when I questioned my dad. This is how I got punished when he was drunk. After this I packed my stuff and left. Now a days it just stings alot at times. But I move on but dam if it dose not hurt at time's. I am what I am because of him. I'm not a weakling like that guy at the gym. I am not sensitive. This is just a reminder of what I left and my life now." Defensive, just how all males are when a weak spot is discovered.

"How cute." Ruthless comments, she could understand an abusive father though. Unlike Dimitri she doesn't share information though. There was no need for people to know anything about her, that only made her weak. Pity from people was as disgusting as getting punched unexpectedly.

As soon as Ruthless could feel a touch on one of her scars she pulls away immediately. "You haven't even bought me a drink yet." She jokes as she slips her shirt back on. Still her eyes and expression clearly illustrated don't you dare touch a scar.

"I think the one thing I learned. No matter wither physical, or mental scars you have to let go. But never mind that." Now Dimitri was the one giving advice? There was very few people that Ruthless was willing to take advice from, and certainly a stranger wasn't one of them. Still she was maxing her rude level and decided to cool it off a little. After all she never knows who the male tribute may be the day she gets reaped; a strong alliance was needed.

"Sounds good." Ruthless agrees with a grin. Scars weren't something to let go, they were something to remember. Something to make a person stronger.

"I noticed that your body shows that of a true fighter. But ya anyways. I am up for anything we can hang out here. Or we can go out. It's up to you." Dimitri offers, putting on a shirt and pants before sitting on his bed. A smile creeped to Ruthless's face, oh another boy with a crush. "So what do you want to do?"

Well Ruthless knew what he wanted to do. "I guess we can chill here." Ruthless agrees with a sigh. Why not have a little fun? They were no longer in the gym. She crosses the room to sit on the bed as well. "So what now tough guy?"

Of course it goes all the way, it usually does. When Ruthless wants something, she figures out a way to get it. Well this time she just wanted to be a tease, walk out at the last minute. But before she even realized it clothes were upon the floor and they were having a little bit too much of fun. Who knew such a sensitive guy would take it to fast, Ruthless figured he was three date kind of guy.

The first rule's broken as Ruthless's eyes struggle open to find herself in the arms of the boy she just slept with. Dimitri right? Well at least she didn't forget that part. Still falling asleep, cuddling? That was everything she was against. Sleeping with people, and moving on, that's all she ever wanted.

"Crap..." Ruthless sprints up and begins searching for her clothes. "I really wasn't suppose to stay this late." Everything but her pants, where were her pants. "My fost..." That wasn't suppose to slip either. "My Father's going to be worried sick." She corrects herself, as she rolls off the bed. Typical, her pants always crawled there way under a bed.

Nearly every guy was perfectly good with a hit and run, usually they were the ones doing it...until they meet Ruthless and for the first time they're the ones waking up alone. Was Dimitri like this? Hopefully. "Gotta go....I'll see you at the gym, yeah?"

No complaint for ditching, perfect. The last thing Ruthless needed was another clingy guy just because they slept together. Luckily those were rare, the females were like that...Of course the blond extending her talents to all genders, it was more fun that way. Without a goodbye she leaves, but still has a cocky smile plastered to her face. Even Dimitri gets a look at it before she turns away.

"Ya I'll see you then." Dimitri gets in before the door closes shut. Maybe, or maybe not.



"Have a fun night?" Mr. Foster questions as Ruthless enters into the large home. All of the other kids must be at school or training already. At least his voice sounds thrilled, this time she didn't do anything wrong apparently. She could never predict his mood.

"Yeah totally." Sarcasm flies from Ruthless's mouth, but still Mr. Foster's expression doesn't change. Usually he hates sarcasm, something must be up. "You look happy." She doesn't attempt a bit to sound nice, or excited to her foster father in a good mood for a change.

"Thought of a new strategy." Mr. Foster informs as his grin sticks to his face. Of course he's in a good mood, every time he came up with advice for the games he was like this. He acted like he was actually a victor; how pathetic and annoying. Still Ruthless listens. "Works for us both, a way for me to except your addiction..." Did he really just say Ruthless was addicted to sex? She couldn't help but chuckle, and this does make his smile fade.

"Drinking addiction, drug addiction, pain addiction, and now sex addiction. This is all just a way to ignore your own..." Before Ruthless has a chance to finish a firm hand strikes across her face, but only a smile appears. Just what she wanted, and the sting surrounding her cheek is as tasty as last night.

"As I was saying; having sex with all these boys is actually beneficial. Your chances of being reaped with one of them increases with every new one." The grin returns, and for once they're on the same page. They often are when discussing training, and ways to prepare. "Poor Ruthless, let me save Ruthless. One may even volunteer." He laughs at the idea, as if to say it seemed ironic.

"I'm not playing a weakling."

"I never said you had to." Mr. Foster orders. "You're far from it, but tricking those boys is you. Now get to training!" With only a death glare Ruthless decides to leave....well after changing.



Who other would Ruthless run into then the boy she slept with the previous night; this luck occurred often. She sighs as she watches a group fight go on in the ring. No other then Dimitri is caught right in the middle, attempting to take them all out. Didn't he know to be sneaky? Fight one at a time, and not draw attention towards himself? Clearly not, because before he's done with one another's attacking. Interfering in another one-on-one fight shouldn't occur until the last three in a group fight. How there was so much Ruthless could teach, but she desired more to be in the ring. Taking on the dudes themselves, and proofing herself.

Some how Dimitri sort of comes out on top. All of them seem to be in pain, but technically he was the one to walk out. If Ruthless was judging it that's not how it would end, not with his tactics and everyone's damage count. He stumbles over to the bench in attempt to pull himself together. Usually there was a two week wait before Ruthless would even talk to anyone she slept with, they couldn't think there was something actually there. But after her foster father's words, she decided to.

Grabbing a handful of napkins she makes her way over the recovering career, a silly smirk plastered on her face. "You must have some serious issues if you have such a need to proof yourself." Ruthless jokes as she offers the napkins for his bloody nose. Before thee exchange can occur though one of the boys from the fight interrupts.

"Yeah he does, but he didn't win!" The large career nearly screams as his elbow goes backwards in preparation to punch. Before he has a chance to get between Ruthless and Dimitri's, Ruthless's own fist meets one of the threatener's eye. He goes stumbling back as he clutches his newly formed wound. "Damn it, you B!&@#." But of course by this time half of the trainers are staring at them, and one of the biggest rules; no fighting girls unless you're a girl.

"I'd back off if I were you." Ruthless smiles at her accomplishment, waving over to one of the trainers that were giving her a nasty look; provoking males was just as bad, though they never punished it. "Unless you'd like to take it to the ring?" He of course leaves, with a hand still cover his pained eye. Ruthless turns her attention back to Dimitri and actually wipes the blood bellow his nose herself. "I still think you're stupid."