Week One: Tug O War

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 23, 2015 22:47:12 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Aug 23, 2015 22:47:12 GMT -5

Tug O War

Tug-a-war
Welcome to the tug-a-war event. The goal of this event is simple, you try to pull the opposing team across the line before they pull you across the line. You start out holding on to the rope. An official will stand in the middle holding onto the rope to make sure that nobody tries to cheat. Once the signal is given, you may start tugging. Whichever team pulls the other team across the line, will win. Good luck competitors.

The execution of this event is simple. You may roleplay your characters getting ready and sizing up the competition. At the bottom of your post, you will roll [*roll=1-15]. After you post, feel free to edit your post with the results.

There isn't a posting order. Good luck!

Participants: 1. Andrei Ehrenstorm [artemis] d7
2. Autumn Summerleaf [anibriar] d7
3. Magnus Karmichael [grim] d12
4. Charlotte Raleigh [avalon] d8
5. Oriana [azaleah] d8
6. Eponymous Fey [elegant] d7
7. Alice Dexter [izoe] d7
8. Canvas Hope [emsrocks] d8

Team one: Andrei Ehrenstorm, Autumn Summerleaf, Eponymous Fey, and Alice Dexter.
Andrei = 12
Autumn = 1
Eponymous (substitution) = 4
Alice = 11

Team One Total = 29

Team two: Canvas Hope, Oriana, Charlotte Raleigh, and Magnus Karmichael.

Canvas = 10
Oriana = 4
Charlotte = 14
Magnus = 4

Team Two Total = 32

Standings

FIRST PLACE
Canvas Hope, Oriana, Charlotte Raleigh, Magnus Karmichael

SECOND PLACE
Alice Dexter, Autumn Summerleaf, Andrei Ehrenstorm

Last Edit: Aug 31, 2015 18:16:51 GMT -5 by admin kay

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 24, 2015 2:49:44 GMT -5

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Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Aug 24, 2015 2:49:44 GMT -5

The coarse rope threatens to skin her palms alive and her skin turns red as if it already feels the burns she's sure will scar her hands. The thought of ending up toppling over and staring at the sky in defeat in front of everyone is scary enough - but the concept of loss crosses her mind and sends her cheeks flaring scarlet. Alice isn't afraid of getting knocked down but she is afraid of squirming underneath the sole of a winner's shoe.

"We need a rhythm!" she commands to the rest of her team mates, taking on the role of 'in charge' without nomination. "On my count, we'll pull on three - you got that?"

There's no time to see whether or not the rest of them got her message because the official is nodding at some kid with a flag and a flashy tie and it takes her brain milliseconds to realise they're about to begin. Tightening her grip, she looks at her opponents and grits her teeth.

"God help you lot" she mutters under her breath: but at what team her words are directed, nobody is quite sure.

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 24, 2015 7:53:29 GMT -5

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Post by knuckles on Aug 24, 2015 7:53:29 GMT -5

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Canvas Hope

It's strange standing here in front of so many people. My stomachs twists into knots, and all I can do is look around staring at every single individual in the stands as well as those who are here on the field competing with me. I don't know who any of these are, but I know I have to work with them. To show them that I'm not just some weak boy wasting their time, yet that's what it feels like. All the hope has drained from my soul leaving me empty the moment her cannon sound. It feels like an eternity has gone by since the world fell apart, yet it's not the end of my life. I have to do something.

I have to stay focused for her. For Lily.

My hands wrap around the rope, and I push my feet against the ground bracing myself. Making sure that I don't fall, or lose my bearings. This is important. Gritting my teeth, I put my game face on. And the moment the signal is given, I start pulling with all my might. I won't back down because this is important to me.

Lily, I hope I make you proud.

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 24, 2015 22:59:46 GMT -5

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Post by Avalon on Aug 24, 2015 22:59:46 GMT -5

R A H L ♚ E I G H

"victory is not foreign"

A rope tied harshly by her, limb for limb, she is pulled by her sins one way, while another pulls her the opposite. She walks alone through the Highland Park, only joining a mix of events, her first was the Tug-O-War, in which arrogance had brought her a long run. However, threatening here wouldn't get her very far, for words don't attest to physical strength in a game of tug and pull.

Taking a good look at her team and opponents, Charlotte's eyes roll at the separation of district and district. A point to prove that she has the upper hand, she'd always find a way to win at anything she does, be it cheating or just skill. Losing was not an option to the girl whose whole life was full of success, especially in a major competition like this.

Gripping the rope with both of her hands, knuckles gradually grow white as the frays prick her palms and wrists. An itch to not be tended to, or made a distraction, she grits her teeth. Feet both planted harshly into the ground, rooting below the surface like the trees that grow here in Seven. Fastening the rope securely she weaves her arm through and through.

The judge releases his hand from the middle and a countdown if put in its place. A three- two- one- and each side pulls like horses to a drawn carriage. Victory is within an arms reach, and Charlotte was used to the taste of gold along her tongue.

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 25, 2015 17:31:17 GMT -5

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Post by Artemis on Aug 25, 2015 17:31:17 GMT -5

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At least Leif and the twins had signed him up for something more suited to their brother’s strengths; the game where size and brute force was exactly what was needed to win. Andrei towered over the three women on his team, one of which was terribly familiar; he flashed a smile at Autumn, waving with his now-uncasted arm. It had been a while since he’d seen the healer, though he’d come to accept that maybe he’d mistaken her friendly bedside manner for flirtatiousness.

Mama and Papa, of course, hadn’t stopped ribbing him about it.

”We need a rhythm!” One of the women shouted.

Andrei took hold of the rope closest to the line; if nothing else, he could still lean his weight back against it to keep the other team from jerking them off their feet. A kid with a flag stood in the middle and raised it; he widened his stance, bracing himself for the initial show of force.

The flag came down, and he heaved.

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 26, 2015 14:46:43 GMT -5

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Post by Sage on Aug 26, 2015 14:46:43 GMT -5

Autumn gazed about her, unsure as to why exactly Cedar had put her into the Tug-o-war, it wasn't like she was physically strong or anything, and then she realized why. Andrei. Of course, her apprentice would do something like this. Alright, I'll do my best she vowed, looking to the other team. It seemed like it was District seven versus District eight, could be fun although Leafy wasn't so sure about it.

With a deep breath, she took hold of the rope and tugged.

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 28, 2015 8:29:23 GMT -5

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Post by d4 tati pelotte [azalea] on Aug 28, 2015 8:29:23 GMT -5

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To be pulled and heaved from left to right like prey to a group of predators - that's the only way I can describe a tug-of-war competition. The event feels distant to me, even though my paces bring me closer to the start of the contest. And to play it quiet was always my game. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, to throw discs of arrogance further than the careers in the Olympic games. Silence is like a picture: it can paint a thousand words.

We're immediately split into two teams. Eyes of every colour under the sinking sun swarm over me like bees to honey, but mine only follow suit. The competition is made up of all of District Seven's entries. And whilst they look strong, most of us know only too well that it can take the smallest of earthquakes to cause a person to break.

My hands move to grip the rope. Wiry fragments of rope grow between my fingers: the feeling harsh, yet a reminder of what it takes to become a winner. You have to endure.

A referee steps away from the broad rope and the competition begins. My opponents pull us like a muscle during pregnancy, yet a rebellion is what our team aims to achieve. We can only perform such together, as a team.

Individually, we are one single drop. But together, we have the potential to be an ocean.

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Week One: Tug O War Aug 30, 2015 15:08:50 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Aug 30, 2015 15:08:50 GMT -5

M A G.

To my feet a frayed rope lay coiled. I am surrounded by bodies that tower over mine. I had known that I was of little use to this team, but I would give them a show. I would pull with all of my might. Whether that meant failure, or success, I would not know, but I would heavily rely on those around me. I had noticed a few harsh glances my way, most likely annoyed by my small structure.

I took little notice to their glance, for I was here to present the strength of district twelve. I was going to make then notice us, they would realize our potential. I was tired of us always being put last, always having to be at a disadvantage. Sure our victors had given then a large bite to chew, but we had so much more that needed to be accomplished. Being last was simply the meaning of becoming the most improved.

I wrap my small fingers around the tough hide of the rope, feeling the ridges of the rope dig into the beds of my nails. On the count of three we all begin to pull, I feel the rush of my weight being yanked back and forth. I feel the rip of my skin, the tan rope shredding my petite plush skin. I feel my face harden and today I would make a difference. Today I was going to show that fire burns the deepest wounds.
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