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Knuckles
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probably flailing over something

Flames of resistance/// Cato/// Feb 6, 2014 13:56:52 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Feb 6, 2014 13:56:52 GMT -5

district 4. 18. female. eva doll.

Seconds, minutes, hours have long slipped by since I first walked into the training center. Many seconds have been spent walking around the edge trying to find the best place to begin. Life at home was spent in the gym focusing on the games. Grab a weapon and slice the hell out of people. Knock them to the ground and kick them while they are down. It doesn't matter who lives and who dies. We're preparing for war, and death is part of all war. Everyone around me is the enemy as all twenty-three will be trying to kill everyone else in the bloody fight for victory. Survival of the fittest is being placed before every single one of us. Who shall win? Nobody knows. It'll be days before the blood is shed sending people to die horrible death. Maybe a head will be placed before me to sit upon my shoulders as the crown of eternal glory; it's the perfect crowning of the victor for surviving against the never ending odds, but survival is only the beginning. Who will be victorious?

My eyes scan the room looking for someone worthy of my presence. Not everyone here deserves the honor of my being placed before them. Those who volunteered are worthy of my presence as they showed they aren't a bunch of weaklings when they shouted to be placed into the games. Many volunteered this year. Sweat pours from my face like a waterfall dripping slightly to the ground plastering my messy hair to my face. My breaths are rapid as I just finished climbing towards the rafters of the gym before slowly descending the treacherous journey. People need to fear even the smallest of those surrounding them. I may not be built like people want me to be, but my actions speak louder than any language can be spoken. My eyes stop upon a guy holding a flaming trident. If his looks don't cast fear into a person, I don't know what will. He's the one of the volunteers from the reaping, and I want to speak to him to figure out what's running through his mind as he stares at the flames glowing around him.

My body immediately moves towards him wanting to know how he's doing. My eyes fixed on the flame dancing across the trident forming a show before my very eyes consuming my soul drawing me closer and closer. The flames glisten off the trident glowing orange, red, yellow. It's amazing what something as small as a flame can do. My eyes never move from the flame, and before I know it, I'm standing right next to him with my chin dropped to the floor. How does he make his flames dance like they do? It's a show waiting for an audience to be seen. My eyes dance away form the flames looking into the eyes of the guy holding the trident wondering if he'll even see me standing here. It's not the first time my life has gone unnoticed being around people, but if this guy doesn't see me, I'll make sure he notices I'm there. A large grin plasters against my face as I slowly move around taking in every detail including how he's holding the weapon. "You sir, are a genius."

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Cato
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I wish Cato didnt die

Flames of resistance/// Cato/// Feb 9, 2014 13:04:08 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Feb 9, 2014 13:04:08 GMT -5

ARES PINE

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I suppose some amount of training will do me good. Letting my weapon skills get rusty will not do me any good in the coming bloodbath. What to train with though. Axes were never truly my thing, but I know enough about them to handle them with extreme ease. Something about a axe in my hands never felt right. They tend to be extremely heavy which doesn't help when I usually favor speed. Swords are on a whole other level of greatness when compared with axes. The only weapon that vibrates with life in my hands more than sword has to be tridents. Something about tridents calls out to me. Swords may be more dangerous in my hands, but the trident just speaks to me. I decide to train with a trident. Nothing will please me more than learning to make it bend to my will.

What kind to use though. That's what I tend to hate about the variety of weapons offered. I don't care if there's a short sword, a long sword, or a heavy ass claymore. All weapons bend to my will after a time. Even bows which usually appear clumsy when I watch them in action tend to feel right at home. I pick up a trident that looks especially deadly with the tips of the prongs extremely sharp. Merely practicing with it though won't satisfy me. That's when I walk over to the fire station and snatch some tar along with matches. I smear the tar over the prongs and below it. Making the flames dance on the metal will be extremely fun. This is more like it. Making the flames flicker on the metal without burning the entire weapon is a true challenge for me.

"You sir, are a genius." The voice startles me some. I never expected anyone to be watching me closely, but that's probably a mission that will always fail. Volunteering tends to get one noticed even more so from a career district. That may be the only flaw of volunteering at least for me. Being noticed definitely angers me. I want to fly under the radar, but obviously its not working out for me. I turn around to see the girl from four. She doesn't look like much. Yet another tribute that'll fall by my hand. "Way to state the obvious." This girl will not last long when I find her in the arena. "If you're supposed to be a career well I got this in the bag. The competition here is weak."

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Flames of resistance/// Cato/// Feb 11, 2014 19:06:52 GMT -5

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Post by Knuckles on Feb 11, 2014 19:06:52 GMT -5

district 4. 18. female. eva doll.

Being from district four always has it's advantages compared to other districts. I've never stepped foot anywhere other than district four until now when my life is being placed in the hands of the Capitol as they form me into the perfect piece for the giant puzzle waiting to be completed. My life in district four for the past three years has been spent training as hard as possible for this opportunity- it's one I've dreamed about for such a long time. Muscinda wanted the chance for her feet to step onto Capitol territory, yet she ended her own life. Her life lives inside me, and it only calms the aching nerves when it's brought before my mind that she may be seeing the inside of this through my own eyes. Her life dream became my life dream, and it's been set before me when the words slipped past my teeth allowing me to fulfill the promise which will never be broken.

It never ceases to amaze me how awesome the other career tributes are. Watching them train in the training center brings great joy to my life. The guy from two, standing before my right now, is obviously one of the best careers of all times. The flames dance before my eyes radiating heat bouncing around trying to consume every inch of the trident. It's impossible to take my eyes away from the flames bouncing across the prongs doing flips like an acrobat on a trapeze. The site is mesmerizing making it impossible to glance away. The man holding the weapon doesn't seem very impressed with me as his voice startles me causing a slight twitching of my muscles. I quickly turn to face him, and it seems impossible for me to even be talk back without making a fool of myself- it's not a great idea in front of such an amazing career putting his life on the line by volunteering for the games, it's like I don't understand- wait I do.

"Well well well. Let me see here. You think talking about how weak everyone is will get you to win the games? Oh, let's just talk everyone to death. It'll be such a fantastic game. Just see who can be the most arrogant and the loudest while everyone else dies of boredom. Sounds like fun Mr. Tough Guy." A huge grin plasters itself against my face spreading from ear to ear as my eyes meet his. I know what it's like to be a career training for the games waiting for the moment to prove how stupid we really are- anyone who wants to die in the games must be full of stupidity; oh wait, I want to die in the games. My eyes turn back to the fire dancing along the trident. It takes every muscle inside me for my chin to not drop to the floor like a dumb child. It would cause people to stare, and it isn't nice when people stare. With a click of my tongue, I turn back to face this brute standing before me.

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