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This girl is on... [Eryn; Cameo] Feb 7, 2016 2:35:50 GMT -5

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Post by * on Feb 7, 2016 2:35:50 GMT -5

A ring of fire to eliminate the enemies. A small flame to cook some meat for life support. There are many reasons that fire is essential to sustaining life in the arena. The years of observing the games have finally came to use. Not only am I able to live my life in district eight with a poor family that has had to scrounge up food for four other mouths plus my parents have come into play. As my fingers medle with the sticks and various peices of dry leaves and the abundance of dirt beneath my knees and hands, I've finally arranged the fairy's circle with the satisfaction that I wanted. A fairly given nod is shown to the pile and beside me is the tar, matches and lighter as well as a few other new items to bring on the flame.

"Alrighty. Lets see what damage I can do." Picking up the striking block, I'm quick to make the sparks that will surely ignite and get it going, however, before I do that, I drop a generous amount of tar on the pile in varios spots and put two matches near year other. I put my striking block nearest to the match and then...

*Strike!*

Flickers of light fly out of the block and down to the fairy's circle though nothing happens and with determination, I set it off again and once more. Little red embers begin to grow and then the match stick begins to become a brilliant color and ignites at the top. In a quick moment, flames lick upward and catch on fire from the tar, bringing on an array of color and heat as I fall backward to get away from the sudden blaze.

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This girl is on... [Eryn; Cameo] Feb 7, 2016 4:35:47 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 7, 2016 4:35:47 GMT -5

Eryn Sconosciuto
D7F Tribute

The teachings from my older Sister were contradicting and hypocritical to say the least. Basics were highly provided, how to fight, survive, and thrive. But the mental aspects were also majorly interlaced with her lessons. She stressed the importance of rarely trusting-understated- and illuminating a powerful Leader that’s not even considered to be reckoned with. Then she would warmly embrace the fresh orphans to join our shelter. Trust none; yet care for them as well. Thankfully the younger housemates were a bit more tolerable to handle. They resisted talking back…as much.

Mainly the fewer years they have, the less of a chance that their tongue is annoyingly sharp with their words. And even still, it’s easier to intimidate them. Sure they may be slightly talented in softening hearts, but I misplaced mine back in District Seven. Here no strong relationships are to be acquired. Unfortunately that doesn’t prevent me from encountering others though.

Flames tidal a wave of heat across my arms, as I rekindle my knowledge with fire making. Except that subtle combustion wasn’t evoked from my controlled experiment. A quick gaze to my left and I witness one of the youthful Tributes stumbling from her minor, rupturing creation.

Staff requires a decent moment before rushing to the aid of the sudden accident. But my instincts are automatic. A fire blanket seizes my grasp, and without hesitation I fling it over the chaotic blaze. Guess the personality of my home is attempting to linger here, as I’m forced back to District Seven. Countless of times a mistake conjured there, requesting for my assistance. Despite trusting no one, I was still bred to save any of my foster families’ life.

“What the hell were you thinking? Playing with fire?!” And the person I’ve been constructed to be continues to melt from my response. “You could’ve hurt yourself…” But here I can’t be responsible for anyone. “Or another person.” I must remind myself to reject all.

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This girl is on... [Eryn; Cameo] Feb 7, 2016 16:43:59 GMT -5

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Post by * on Feb 7, 2016 16:43:59 GMT -5

A mighty blow of heat and light ignites into my face. No pain comes from it, but the shock scares me enough that I fall back in efforts to get away from any dangers that might occur. As the flames start to recede from the quick burst of energy, someone is rushing to my aid. My vision never leaves the licking flames but just like that, it is covered and someone is reaching under my arms to yank me away from the danger zone. Angered words come at me in her direction, this older tribute, and she condones my interest to bake a violatile weapon. It could have went better, no lie, but there was also a hint of careing in her voice?

"Trying to make sure that once I"m in the arena, I can take care of myself and keep the others away if I have to." My voice saunters out of the feeling that I need to defend myself. I have no clue who this girl is and between the need to save me and then lecture me is unsettling. Is she friend or foe? "Sorry. I wasn't trying to harm you."

The instructor has let me go, but keeps standing close to me and inspects my hands that are a little bit red though no pain is there.

"Do you need any medical attention?" HIs voice is low, monotonous, and when I shake my head, he merely nods and looks at the other tribute. "Be more careful you two. Don't need this training center blowing up. Fire bug, go get a trainer before you set yourself on fire."

I watch him walk away and then I look to the girl with the seven sewn on her clothes. "I don't need your help. Thank you. I can manage on my own. If you want to stay and observe, then you can." I immediately sit back down on my knees and remove the fire blanket that was thrown over my fairys circle. Singed leaves and branches are what's left and once again, I start to rebuild what was messed up. From what I learned from the two older ones that are now my alliance, standing up for yourself is actually a good thing. I hope that theory stands with this one.

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This girl is on... [Eryn; Cameo] Feb 10, 2016 15:34:17 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 10, 2016 15:34:17 GMT -5

Eryn Sconosciuto
D7F Tribute

“Well if you plan on burning yourself to death before another Tribute can get to you, you’re doing a great job.” I comment rather sarcastically. Why must some be so stubborn as to not request training in a talent they wish to pertain? Back home protection was greatly desired, and here I can imagine even more so. But what good will it do to not be properly taught? The female from Eight just illustrated a pristine example to why assistance should be sought for. A subtle laugh ripples from my lips, as my head shakes in disbelief.

‘Least she has the dignity to apologize and assure she wasn’t aiming for my blood. Now I’m most certainly yanked back to my land, and the hardheaded youngsters I had to raise. “Just try to be more careful. You don’t want to harm yourself while trying to take out an enemy.” I advice, though don’t budge to leave just yet.

A trainer embarks on the minor dilemma at hand, only to discover that it’s already been handled. “If I wanted to blow up this place, I would of.” I bark at him, urging him to leave us. How dare he associate me with what happened. Luckily, he gets the hint & exits from our situation.

Another chuckle ruptures from my tongue, much louder and surprised as before. Eight insists that she doesn’t need help, but that I could watch if I desired. “So you can catch us both on fire this round?” I reject both her options, and bend down beside her. “If you want a fire to cook & keep you warm, you need boundary around it to keep it controlled.” I explain while gesturing towards the rocks neatly placed in one area. “But if you want an explosion for your enemies, you need a fuse that will allow you to get away and your opponents to get there right on time.” I pick up a vine of flammable material to describe my words better.

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