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{ tell me I am wrong } ryder/riot Feb 16, 2015 0:16:32 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Feb 16, 2015 0:16:32 GMT -5

I waddle through the training center, my eyes trained on a few tributes. One of them was the district twelve tribute and I smile as I remember his flustered face when I took his hand in mine, his face going as red as the petal of a rose. He was woking with a few other tributes, his concentration solely on the task at hand. After a moment I drop my gaze, my eyes falling onto the tribute from five, our eyes met and I stick my tongue out at him before turning away, a grin plastered on my lips. By now alliance has been set up and tributes were trying to narrow down each other skills and trying to learn as much as they can in the limited time provided. Even, me myself, have gotten myself a nice little alliance. Three boys all of them had their own quirks making them a great addition to our little pack. But as I look around I can see how odd we are, three fragile looking boys and a fat girl. I see that a few of the stronger tributes have partnered up, hell I see that ex has joined two nice looking woman, ones who look like the can protect themselves just fine.

Gazing around the room my eyes land on Jordan. Then Levi. Finally Ryder. Maybe I had made a mistake joining these guys but maybe they were the only choice I had, considering not many people would like to have a fat career as an ally. They would see me as a burden, as someone who would need protecting, slow them down- well thats how Mason had put it anyways. For so long I have been so confident with myself even though all the snickers, all the snorts and burst of laughter, all of them have wounded me, I have always shaped and rearranged then to fit me, to see them as compliments and nothing less. I had ben so silly, hand't I? Thinking that all this time people admired me and respected me. All I was was entrainment and like an animal at a circus.

Sighing I push the thoughts to the back of my mind, my lips forming a smile as I dawdle over to Mr. Ryder. "Howdy chap, what ya doing?" I ask him, my whole persona back to the girl who they had meet in the dinning hall. Loud, out there and slightly wild. The Riot that I have always been. Daphne fucking Riot. I would not change. Not for these games, not for that stupid Mason, not for anyone. I was a dork, but I was a fucking awesome dork.

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{ tell me I am wrong } ryder/riot Feb 18, 2015 11:21:40 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Feb 18, 2015 11:21:40 GMT -5

Jeff Ryder

This is impossible the boy thought, staring at the dummy across the mat from him. He was struggling to hold onto a heavy spear, the cold metal handle slipping in his sweaty palms. The trainer at the station said that spear tossing was easy- just chunk it. Well, it's easy for kids who were born with a lance in one hand and a silver spoon in the other. Ryder's skinny frame couldn't support such a weapon but he couldn't give up now. It'd look bad if he went over here and then dropped the spear and headed over to finger painting. He was already a disappointment as a District One tribute, he couldn't be a complete failure to.

"Howdy chap, what ya doing?" a familiar bubbly, booming voice called from behind him. Ryder had been so focused on his target that he stumbled and nearly dropped the spear on his toes. After dancing with it for ten seconds he managed to force one end into the mat and lean on it. Sweat was visible all over his face, and it began to show on his skin tight training clothes.

"Hey Riot," he said, trying not to sound like he was out of breath. Riot was the strongest of the four of them and he felt the need to impress her. To let her know she wouldn't have to carry him through... even though it was very likely she would have to. Most likely literally. "Oh here? Me? I'm just, uh, training with pointy sticks here. Do you have any pointers? That would be... veryyy helpful."

Despite doing his best not to look pathetic: Ryder looked pathetic.

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{ tell me I am wrong } ryder/riot Feb 18, 2015 17:49:57 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Feb 18, 2015 17:49:57 GMT -5

I must have surprised the boy because the sound of my voice breaks his focus and he stumbles a bit, the sharp end of the spear dancing with him in their own battle before he manages to shove it into the mat, leaning against it almost casually. I could see that the boy was tired, sweat dripping down his face and his eyes looked kind of tired. He looked nothing like your traditional district one, male tribute, the thought of that may be disappointing but I don't frown, though, my smile only growing because he was one of my fellow odd balls and that was just the way I liked it, they way it should be.

"Hey Riot, Oh here? Me? I'm just, uh, training with pointy sticks here. Do you have any pointers? That would be... veryyy helpful." I could see he was training with the pointy stick, though I wasnt quite sure he was winning against them, they seem to have him wrapped around their fingers and not the other way around.

Some pointers, huh? The thought breaks my whole face into a wide grin as I walk up to stand beside him, a hand on my hips. "Well, first things first, you have to use the pointy end, you know which end that is right?" I tease as I grab the spear from him, holding it up easily. "Its this end yes, the one that looks like it could hurt more and then you just have to hit your target. Its much easier, and my friend taught me a way that you will never miss with." Smirking I hold the spear in the center and run at the target, past the line that meant "throw" and right into the firing field where I shove the end of the spear into the dot that meant heart. Oh how helpful I was. "Some might say its cheating, but really, isn't it just creative thinking," I throw him a small wink before brining the spear back to him, holding it out in front of me for him to have a go, "your turn."