Fraternizing With The Enemy {Marr}

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Fraternizing With The Enemy {Marr} Feb 2, 2016 19:52:19 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Feb 2, 2016 19:52:19 GMT -5

Andesite Obsidian

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OOC Notes: Excuse the short starter post, please!

Today was another day at the training center. Andesite was enjoying himself, as he had the other days, simply learning new skills or practicing ones he already knew, such as self defense. He was doing a rather good job with these things, and had finally determined that he should treat himself to a short break.

Having wandered around the training center for a bit, Andy observed other tributes. He noticed some at the blades, or others practicing with ranged weapons. Some of them were working on their fire making skills or figuring out how to make their own (rather crude looking) weapons. It could be told that some of the tributes were surely doing a better job than the others. If Andy were to say so himself, he would have said he was doing a rather good job when it came to doing his own training.

The young career boy spotted a few tributes that he knew by name, such as Lemon and Carrita, as well as many that he only knew their district, like the boy from nine. Some tributes that he saw, he wouldn't be able to tell you their name or district. There was then someone that he spotted who he knew to be around his own age. He couldn't remember exactly which district she was from, but he knew that her name was Cecilia Brontz. He had watched her reaping, although he didn't really remember much about her from it. Andesite had also never spoken to her, so he wasn't sure how well things would go over if he did.

Though, Andy, being the over confident person that he was, approached Cecilia anyway. He hadn't really gotten too good of a look at her face before then, but now he could see that she was rather cute.

Oh my Ripred, she's cuter than I thought! was the thought that popped into his head almost immediately after he saw her directly.

He then spoke up, not sure if she had noticed him initially or not. Although, it was quite likely she had, as he had almost been standing right beside her before stepped to more directly face her when he was to speak.

"Hey, Cecilia, right?" he asked her. Of course, he knew her name, but he wanted some way of starting the conversation. He gave a bit of a polite smirk, almost as if he were trying to be flirtatious, which in a way, he certainly could have been doing just that.

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Fraternizing With The Enemy {Marr} Feb 2, 2016 21:15:05 GMT -5

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Post by * on Feb 2, 2016 21:15:05 GMT -5

Cecilia Brontz

Shelter building was fun. It was informative and quick. The person that was nearest us that was instructing us on how to work with the material was useful, though they didn't stay long. Before I knew it, the task was done and we were escorted away in order to make room for new tribs that wanted to try their own hands at building a suitable lean to or hammock from tarp. Personally, sleeping on the ground sounds a little more comfortable then the beds they have here. I'm definately not a spoiled princess and I'd rather sleep on the floor if only I can go back home. I'll take the feet under my back when I woke or the butt in my face of my two year old little brother. At least, that was considered home. This place is a torture ground for teens.

However, I felt it was more appropriate to get myself aquainted with the weapons that they have here. They're so far more advanced then I ever expected. The knives are brand new. The warhammers are so heavy and without a dent. I almost expected to see shades of red on them as if they came from the very arena's after the games were done. Not that I'm disappointed. I just didn't expect to have such nice weapons being used for such a purpose. They really do throw their money around and that's not really cool. My district could use some of that money, not for weapons, but for food. For my littles to have something to put into their stomachs so they don't wake up with hunger pangs...

"I spit on you." I mumble under my breath as the very fine warhammer is held between my hands. The weight of it matches my own body, I feel. It's hard to wield but easy to let the pointed edge fall so precariously to the ground. The ground though, doesn't even budge against the weapon. It's truely made of something more than just concrete or cheap flooring. In the corner of my eye, I notice to the left of me someone coming nearer to me, so my only response is to get rid of the weapon meant for someone more skilled and I lift it up with ease to put it back into the spot where I got it. Then I let my vision linger on the smaller weapons, some more handheld than others and then to some knives with points dulled enough to make sure they don't pierce the body of a tribute before the big day comes.

His voice frightens me though. I didn't really expect someone to pay any attention to me, but he stopped beside me, watched me for a few moments before letting his voice dance into my ears. "Hi there. That's right."

I look straight ahead when he steps in front of me and with a graceful smile, I respond to him the best way I know how. "Can I help you?"

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Fraternizing With The Enemy {Marr} Feb 4, 2016 15:06:51 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Feb 4, 2016 15:06:51 GMT -5

Andesite Obsidian

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Taking notice that the girl was small and frail, but not quite as fragile as his ally, Carrita, Andy was curious as to if she'd be a threat. He wasn't entirely sure, but would be sure to observe when he saw her training.

When Andy had spoken to her, she returned a greeting, and then confirmed that her name was indeed Cecilia. He liked the name, thinking it was rather pretty. It was a name he had only heard a few times before, and had never actually met someone who had it as their own name. Andesite Obsidian hated his own name, on the other hand. He was named after three stones, Andesite Granite Obsidian. How ironic it was to have a name like that and hail from the masonry district. Luckily, at this point, mostly everyone knew him as Andy, which he much preferred over his full name.

Cecilia had given Andy a smile, and asked if she could help him. Why exactly was it that he had approached her in the first place? He had to think about it for a moment before he let out his response. He let out a smile, and spoke.

"Well, I guess I just wanted some more people to be acquainted with, to be honest. Haha, at least if I don't make it out, I know that I'll have a chance of knowing the person who wins, if you want to think of it that way." he replied. The career boy extended his hand out to offer for Cecilia to shake. "Oh, and I'm Andesite, by the way. Pretty much everyone calls me Andy at this point. I'm from District Two." he decided he may as well explain.

Curiosity was something that rose up in Andy's mind as he had answered Cecilia's question and introduced himself. What would she think of him? Was he too straightforward? Did he not say enough? Did he say too much? He was never sure, but was still confident that whatever he said must have been the right thing to say.

Andy, shut up, you're fine. Clearly, whatever you said, as long as she doesn't immediately try to hurt or murder you, you should be fine. he thought to himself.

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Fraternizing With The Enemy {Marr} Feb 11, 2016 16:00:01 GMT -5

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Post by * on Feb 11, 2016 16:00:01 GMT -5

Cecilia Brontz

Silence interrupts our words. It holds back any information in ways that I can assist him seeing as how he came over to me and wanted to meet me for some reason. I life one eyebrow in concern for the growing uncomfortable silence. Was that sentence too hard for him to respond to? Maybe he is testing me? He's from district two, the only other fourteen year old that got reaped for these games. What luck has it that we are the chosen ones? What kind of panem do we really live in that fourteen year olds do not get a say in whether they want to live or die in a brutal murderous type of game? Shoudn't they leave that up to someone two years my senior?

Finally, the boy spoke and also smiling while doing so. I fold my arms up in front of me and listen to his voice as he explains himself. Becoming aquainted with me in case I win, is what he is technically saying. What chance is that though? With his pleasant greeting, he holds his hand out for me to shake and without further concern, I let my tiny hand fit into his but the grip isn't firm at all. It's more of me placing my hand in his to touch and then a gentle upward and down motion before retreiving my hand to my side.

"Hello, Adesite, I mean... Andy?" I correct myself and then look from him to the number on his shirt. I don't know why he bothered introducing himself with the district he's from since it's pretty obvious where we all come from. The name though is very much needed. Who knows, later on down the road as the days dwindle down in the games and we are still alive, I might need to rely on him for help. Best not to make enemies this early on and especialy not from a career district. In all honesty, this might even serve me well in the long run.

A smile graces my lips in return to him. My eyes become friendly toward him as I point to his shirt. "I already knew you were from two. If you wanted to tell me something I didn't know, then maybe you can start with telling me what station is your favorite?" Common denominators are always a good thing to start with. Build a relationship from common grounds. "I much prefer shelter making for a fun. Weapon wise... tell me your forte and then I'll tell you mine."