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Lost & Found [TLB; Blitz] Sept 24, 2014 18:36:46 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Sept 24, 2014 18:36:46 GMT -5

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J I M D E E R

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The training area was a bit scary, all of those weapons thrown by large career boys and whipped like lightning by skinny career girls. I never felt more like dead meat. One of the career boys was off by himself, from District four if I were to guess, looking nonchalant at one of the weapons stations. Drawn by his apathy towards his fellows, I went over to the boy. Admittedly I wasn't very straightforward about it and must have stood at his shoulder - or as close as I could get without getting smacked - for a few minutes before he noticed me. I had been watching him practice, taking in his stance and movement to see if maybe I might be able to replicate it, though it was a fat chance, and then he turned to leave and ran into me. Of course, it was my fault and I quickly stepped back.

For a moment we had been awkwardly close, but it passed as I had moved away. "Hey, you're the District four guy right?" I gave him a half of a grin, trying to decide whether I should attempt to shake his hand or play it elusive - it was hard for me to know what people would consider as 'cool', though it was something I always strive to be. This guy though, this dude was a cool guy. If I could impress him or be considered as 'cool' by him then I would have done something right. The only problem was, I really didn't know how to be 'cool' around strangers. Ah well, this would be a test for me."Name's Jim."

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Lost & Found [TLB; Blitz] Sept 27, 2014 14:27:48 GMT -5

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Post by Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom] on Sept 27, 2014 14:27:48 GMT -5

JAY KREARNS

district four tribute

Jay had a week. One week to find out how he should avenge his brother. One week to prepare for his best show. His best performance in his life time. He had one week to prepare. Jay's first instinct was to head to the survival stuff, but the feeling of weapons was what he really needed. He needed to know how to make a counter attack against others. Jay quickly moved towards the swords. He had pulled up a sword and held it in his two hands. A swing to the left and a swing to the right. His movements, quick and sloppy, but improving. Jay was quick, not as big as other careers, hell not bigger than some of the non-careers too. A slash into the dummy's stomach, a cannon. A slash at it's head, a cannon. A slash at it's throat, a cannon.

Jay was done with his mess of disposable fake limbs and fake skin. He was going to leave, but when he turned around, there was a guy in front of him. Jay had to move his hand back to move the sword out of the way from stabbing the guy. Jay was definitely not in the mood to deal with the idiot in front of him. Jay was about to tell the guy to go away, but the guy spoke first. "Hey, you're the District four guy right?" Jay just smirked. "Yeah, I'm the district 4 guy." Jay said. The idiot may be stupid, but he was definitely good looking. Jay just smirked at him. Jay had his sword in his hand, maybe he could ask him to spar with him. Then the guy seemed to be struggling with something. Jay just brushed it off as nothing. "Name's Jim." Jay rolled his eyes. That was such a dull name for a boy. Jim, there's nothing interesting about it. Jay couldn't talk though, his name was Jay after all. Though he had his cool last name, that was a bit of a let down, but still, it was interesting. Jay spoke with confidence, "Jim's a dull name, I'm Jay" Jay just smirked at Jim.

Jay didn't know what district he was, but he didn't care. Jay would avenge his brother and his own name in anyway possible. Jay spoke again, "So Jim, looks like you were trying to learn a thing or two from me, how about a little sparring match? Or are you too scared? Jay smirked as he gripped the sword in his hand firmly. Jay had years of practice and Jim probably had none, so it would be a slaughter if they sparred. It would make Jay look good and this guy look weak. Jay just smirked waiting for Jim to reply. Jay wanted a challenge, but not yet. He wanted to wait until it was life or death to really see people's strengths and weaknesses.

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Lost & Found [TLB; Blitz] Sept 28, 2014 15:08:49 GMT -5

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Post by brad bradford ★ d5b [arx] on Sept 28, 2014 15:08:49 GMT -5

` District 5 - Fifteen - Sycamore House

` Blaire

I growl and toss the sword aside, shoving my fists in my pockets and locking my jaw so that I didn't end up biting anyone's head off. If I can't figure out how to swing these swords, I am going to die. But every time I've tried I've ended up hurting myself more than any thing else. Maybe if I could reach high enough to hit everyone over the head I would have a chance ... I would need some high heels for that though ... ~~Would the GM's dress us in high heels?~~

Ripred why couldn't I have grown to be as tall as all these other people? I glance around at the competition and find myself growing more and more fearful - large, intimidating, tall. I can only imagine how everyone back home must feel. All of District 5 disappointed that the male tribute is a flop, the rest of Sycamore looking at me like a puppy that was kicked one too many times, and Ruth believing in me. Or maybe not. I pray to Ripred that she doesn't. I don't want to let her down, but I know I will have to.

I'm not coming home from this one.

"Jim's a dull name, I'm Jay." And I couldn't help but smirk along with the words. I glance around to find Twelve and that Career kid from 4 ... the brother of Mason Krearns who died in the Games. And I know it isn't the same - not really, especially the way Laila looked at us - but somehow I feel like maybe we have been put in the same situation. We've both lost someone important - someone we call family - in a games. But that sure as hell wasn't stopping me from thinking of him as a tall, tattooed, cocky, Career prick.

"So Jim, looks like you were trying to learn a thing or two from me, how about a little sparring match? Or are you too scared?"

I roll my eyes and huff, stopping and turning on my heels. (Come on Blaire what the hell are you doing why, why, why...?) I make my way over to older boys, the two of them smug in their own special ways, and I insert myself into the conversation, grabbing a spear from a rack before I say anything.

"Alright so what I see here---is Twelve and Fish-boy either flirting, or just being plain idiots." I say, trying to make myself a bit taller - broaden the shoulders, prove I have muscle, chin-up - but generally they are both staring down at me. Whatever. I could kick both of their asses in a fist fight. Too bad weapons exist ...

"So which is it? Lover boys or idiots?" I say, looking between them with a smirk~~,waiting for one of them to beat my teeth in.~~ "My guess is both."

underneath the sycamore
we were both broken in our own ways
sifting through the rubble for the wrong things
and this is where we find our peace