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Not Born to Drown // [Tom] Jun 27, 2017 13:20:36 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jun 27, 2017 13:20:36 GMT -5

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Will you lay yourself down and dig your grave
Or will you rail against your dying day

Training was a monotonous exercise that wasn’t designed for tributes like Hero Marvray. Despite his father’s apparent doubt about his odds for survival, the boy knew he would have to find a way to impress the Gamemakers before his private training session, or else he’d be toast. His time spent in the training room with the other tributes wasn’t about honing his skills, but about making sure he brought attention to himself whenever the Gamemakers looked on. Truthfully, he didn’t like having their eyes on him. If he could have it his way, he’d fuck right off and sit on his ass during all the training sessions. Unfortunately, his survival would depend on more than brute force and a bitter attitude.

It was exhausting, pretending to be someone who cared what other people think. Hero didn’t think he’d make a habit of it.

Then again, there probably wasn’t much time left for building habits, anyway.

Sulking into the dining hall, Hero plopped one of everything on his plate and looked around the room, imagining what he would say to Villain if the boy were at his side. They’d probably make fun of the Capitol’s outlandishness and pretend to complain about the quality of the food - anything, really, to take the sting away from the glaringly obvious reality of the situation.

Unfortunately for Hero, he might never see his best friend again, so these conversations could only take place inside his own head.

The loneliness that permeated his every thought drove him to sit down next to a brown-haired boy with a friendly face. It wasn’t something Hero would usually do, what with his bad attitude and all, but he reasoned that he had to sit somewhere to eat his lunch, and he could get a better idea of who he was up against.

“Hi,” he began, putting on a confident, charismatic smile. “I’m Hero, District Four.”

Last Edit: Jun 27, 2017 13:24:43 GMT -5 by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]

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Not Born to Drown // [Tom] Jun 27, 2017 19:12:16 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Jun 27, 2017 19:12:16 GMT -5

Teddy Ursa

Training wasn't meant for him. Memory was a big factor that came into everything they did. How was a man who couldn't remember who he was learn how to swing a weapon or learn what to do to make a fire? Either way, he was having a rough time. Lonely and quite afraid of everyone, Teddy had just kind of stood around the corner watching others go about their business. His mother would have told him that he needed others in order to survive. Leaning on others instead of facing the world alone with heavy shoulders that easily give out. There was a need to impress the Gamemakers that were watching them, but he couldn't think of anything impressive for the Gamemakers. All he had known was how to treat the ill and manners that were ingrained into his brain like cables that connect to his brain.

Threats were everywhere in the training center. Singling him out as a easy bloodbath kill was his guess. The only thing he could do was try his best to meet others and pray that they don't end his life. There's a chill of air that passes through him as he sits alone at a table all to himself. A tray of food in front of him that he's been picking at for awhile now. That's when a blonde guy who could kill him easily sat next to him with lunch.

There's a smile that sends a chill through his spine. Charismatic and confident, but terrifying to Teddy. There's a greeting and a name that Teddy will not forget at all.

Hero from District Four.

There's a shy smile that comes to his face as he studies the blonde male carefully. Hand holding a fork stabs into the piece of meat in front of him and then stops. Teddy can feel himself growing self conscious and quite scared in the eyes of the stranger. He can feel the chilly fear of anxiety going through him, but he has to be brave. Friend or enemy, Teddy needed to learn how to live or how to accept death.

"Hi," There's a small tinge of pink to his cheeks as he speaks without care now. "I'm Teddy. District Six."

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Not Born to Drown // [Tom] Jun 28, 2017 17:05:06 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jun 28, 2017 17:05:06 GMT -5

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Will you lay yourself down and dig your grave
Or will you rail against your dying day

The boy in front of him seemed terrified, and that’s when Hero remembered that the other tributes were probably somewhat frightened of him, given his district. Admittedly, sometimes it was easy for him to forget that he was a Career; he was new to the business of death and destruction, and he still wasn’t sure if it suited him. Oh, he was strong, sure, but could he hurt another person? Could he take another life?

Unfortunately, there was a bit of a deadline to figure out the answer to that question.

Back in District Four, he stayed to himself in training. He got stronger, he learned to fight, he learned the skills he needed to survive, but he wasn’t born into it like some of the others were. He saw their sheer brutality and wanted to emulate them, but he didn’t have the same pressure of perfection and honor holding him to his work. Hero Marvray became a Career because it was the thing to do, not because he craved victory.

As it turns out, wanting to live and wanting to survive were two very, very different things.

Shaking away his muddled thoughts, Hero brought his attention back to the boy in front of him, who was starting to turn a little pink.

“Hi. I’m Teddy. District Six.”

Teddy, what a name. Then again, Hero realized, his own name wasn’t exactly run-of-the-mill.

“Cool name, Teddy. Is there a story behind your name? Usually there’s a story for a name like that. My own folks, they thought I’d be heroic.”

Unfortunately for Hero, he wasn’t likely to ever live up to it.

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Not Born to Drown // [Tom] Jun 28, 2017 17:40:02 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Jun 28, 2017 17:40:02 GMT -5

Teddy Ursa

District Four. A place where careers are put through training to kill. He's seen the brutality that District Four tributes could cause. The games were all that was on in the hospital to give the suffering a bit of something to watch, even if it was just as painful as the wounds they carried. District Four tributes like Someith Krearns or Roger Strangeways-Teach who had killed and suffered pain through their individual games. He's heard of the things District Fours could do and they terrified him. And yet with words that come from Hero's lips, he loses the tension that's balling up in him. The terrible gut feeling that sits in his stomach releases and the chill across his body vanishes.

“Cool name, Teddy. Is there a story behind your name? Usually there’s a story for a name like that. My own folks, they thought I’d be heroic.”

Heroic or not, they all had the potential for it. They also all had the potential to be villainous. There's no safe spot between the potential. Heroes, villains, and everything else were possible. Teddy had been given to him by his mother. Or the woman that he called mother. His real mother never showed up to him. He didn't even know what she looked like. The pint tint along his cheeks stayed for a second, until he calmed down and looked at the male. Blonde hair and good looks, Teddy was dealing with someone who could break him apart with just his hands. Would this be the man to tear him open for the world to see? If he was, he prayed that he would make it quick and painless.

"You could say there is one. It's not my real name. Theodore is my real name, but Teddy was given to me by the woman who I consider my mother." He says in a calm tone. Thumb and index finger twiddle the fork in his hands slightly. He speaks once more. "Said I was too sweet, like a teddy bear. That's what she named me when she adopted me."

Weak like a teddy bear too.

Now if only a hug could solve all of his problems.

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