Post by d7m ☾ jj wolfram ☽ dars on Jun 9, 2014 11:15:07 GMT -5
I had avoided the heavy blades section for a reason: after I started with them, I wouldn't want to leave. The handle of a hatchet was at home in the palm of my hand, and I was at home with it there. I walked right past the station, so close that I could literally reach out and touch the shiny new metal, but I didn't. I just kept walking, further and further away from what was going to be my salvation in the games.
Eventually I found myself surrounded by black mats, soft to the touch, but definitely firm enough to walk on. Tributes, mostly from the upper districts, raced down them and then tossed themselves into the air, flipping all kinds of ways, always landing with perfect grace on the opposite end of the mat, their chests and chins raised high, their arms stretched out like the wings of a bird. It was kind of beautiful, actually.
But certainly not something I could ever do, or would even want to do.
I fought off rolling my eyes, and turned to walk away but was quickly met with a girl who proudly stood directly behind me. After racking my brain, I recalled she was either from One or Two, which instantly had me interested. Curly blonde hair fell past her frail shoulders, and freckled flesh gave her a youthful appearance, like I was staring at a perfect doll. "Hey there," I spoke, loud and clear so that she knew I wasn't a typical boy from Seven, so that she knew I was going to fight for my life. "It's Gavin, District Seven."
Post by steel campano | 8f | zoë on Jun 9, 2014 17:35:42 GMT -5
I have spent my life training for the Hunger Games but never in a place like this. There's swords and plants and paint and bows and targets and dummies and obstacles i am like a kid in a candy shop except you can't eat these because that might hurt swallowing down electrical wires and blades and rope i suppose you could eat rope if it came down to it do you think somebody might have to these games not me i'll be better than that i'll find food and then i'll be like a kid in a food shop. And it's fun, fun, fun and I'm at awe about everything in this place and I just want to try it all let's paint my face with whiskers and a nose just for fun let's throw javelins and knives and light things on fire let's make camps and huts and learn how to sneak up on people let's use swords and arrows and scythes and flails let's do everything i possible can my god this is fun!
I cartwheel past figures and dance past tributes, a blur of laughter and deadly skill. Knives in hand I twist and spin and let them fly - one target, two targets, three. Admittedly they're a little off-target and wobble in their new found home but I've hit then i've hit them! i've hit them fantastic that's brilliant that's three down 20 to go only 20 more perhaps i could change it up use a bow i'm good with that jump down form the trees and slice their neck hit them with a crossbow to the back blowgart tainted with poison 3 down 20 to go 3 down 20 to go and that blooms a smile upon my face.
Killing really shouldn't make me smile but if I'm going to get home and i am i am going to get home i'll take them down one by one i'll do it i'll kill them all then this is what I'll have to do. Every canon will make me smile along with the Capitol and as they weep for their lost tributes they'll beam for me, for Tiger, for the one and only Tiger. The prospect of victory makes me feel happier than usual and with painted whiskers and a mane of frizzy hair I pounce over to the next tribute I can see, a boy with brown hair and kind eyes. if this wasn't the hunger games i'd make friends with everybody here and we'd all have lots and lots of fun and it'd be great but sadly not so i'll just pretend to be their friends for now and keep a few on my side and then POUNCE and they'll be dead 3 down 20 to go 3 down 20 to go-
"Hey there. It's Gavin, from Seven."
"Hi!" I beam enthusiastically, twirling a small sword in my hand as ideas spring to life between my ears. "Wanna see something cool?"
Post by d7m ☾ jj wolfram ☽ dars on Jun 10, 2014 12:39:24 GMT -5
She was incredibly bubbly, had drawn whiskers on her face with war paint (which was a bit odd, right?) and her curly hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Wanna see something cool?" She asked, and for a second I felt like I was a child again, playing in a schoolyard. (This was a schoolyard to the careers, and since I planned on being one, it was to me too.)
I shrugged my shoulders. "Uh, yeah! Sure!" Then offered a smile to her. This was going well. She seemed nice enough, and surely she would report back to the others and, who knew? Maybe they would let me in. Maybe I would be a part of an alliance that would at least get me through the first couple of days before trying to off me. It was a risk, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I had seen these games before, I knew how they worked. The more people you had on your side, the better your chances, so I crossed my arms over my chest and peered at her with curiosity.
Post by steel campano | 8f | zoë on Jun 10, 2014 20:14:36 GMT -5
The minute he accepts I spring to life. A bubble of laughter pours from my mouth and I run up to the Gauntlet, mind ticking into life. There's still 4 knives strapped to my belt and for a moment I feel as if I am back at home, twisting and tumbling and jumping. you run and jump and hands to ground backflip and THROW knife lands in dummy handstand miss the padded club one hand forwards back up and THROW knife lands in dummy yes good now forward roll cartwheel dodge padded club leap backflip and THROW lands yes dodge dodge turn on left foot cartwheel on left hand THROW dodge lands yes and somersault back land on ground yes balance hands out beam smile- and I've done it, perfectly, 4 knives sticking out from the dummies' bodies and a smile that could light up the room.
Of course back home this would be childs play but I like the attention. not like my parents would pay attention to what i do except maybe dad but he was more for details and no theatrics perhaps arty would clap but only on a good day i hope she's okay better her home than in here though. There's something oddly comforting about making everybody in this room worry that I could kill them in 5 seconds - but for the boy from Seven, I just wanted to impress.
"Tadaa!" I announce, taking a sweeping bow for my imaginary audience.
“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”
Post by d7m ☾ jj wolfram ☽ dars on Jun 10, 2014 23:31:21 GMT -5
She ran, each step perfectly calculated, then she flew. Graceful, elegant, extraordinary, and to top it off, in the midst of her flips and twirls, blades flew from her hands like debris from a twister, each sticking into its target right on mark. Not one but, two, three, four times before she finally stopped, breathing in her actions, absorbing the landing, then she turned to me with a proud smile.
I realized then that my jaw had fallen open, and my hands were now hanging by my sides, and I probably looked something like a child that had just experienced chocolate for the first time. "Your turn!" She chimed, hustling over to me, and immediately my brow creased. My turn? To do what, exactly? Whatever the hell what she had just done was? I crossed an arm over my chest and blushed. "Um, I can't really..." A sigh. "I can't do any of that, but," My green eyes twitched to the heavy blades. "Okay, follow me."
For some off reason, my heart pounded within my chest, each beat like a stomp within my own body, terror wrapping around me like a hungry serpent that had found it's next meal. I had a legitimate reason to feel that way, at least. This was a make or break moment. One good move could land me a spot at this girl's side, one bad one could land me with a target on my back.
I grabbed a pair of hatchets.
I took my stance, shoulders square, feet apart, knees bent.
Three seconds, three seconds.
One, two, three.
I ran forward as fast as I could, straight toward a group of dummies then fell to the ground, just like I was back in the woods at home sliding up to a pine sapling, that's what I was doing right then, that's all. I wasn't here, I wasn't being watched. I was all alone. I swung the blade over my head, a hollow click of the blade entering the thigh of a dummy following, then I was on my feet. I spun in a quick circle, then shoved my arm into the air, this time sinking my hatchet to the hilt in a chest. I readied the second one, throwing it to my right and not wasting time to see it root itself into a plastic head while pulling the first hatchet out. I rolled to my left, swinging my blade up into the air and finally letting myself breathe again when it stuck in a chin, fake blood splattering in pools around me.
I turned to the girl and bowed. At least if I wasn't tough enough for her, she'd find me funny.