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d6a georgie cham 🐢 frankel
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just one issue | saad | blitz Oct 10, 2017 14:17:45 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🐢 frankel on Oct 10, 2017 14:17:45 GMT -5

”You should make allies.”

Every sentence from Rocko’s lips, a demand or a request, disguised as advice. Three surrounded Jenoah in his arena, one killed by a mutt…it could have been him. I have been surrounded all my life, blocked from the reality that is the outside world. Do I want to be hidden by three strangers? But I have never been alone before. Survival of the fittest and loneliness will be the thing to steal me away. Although do I want the sight of someone like Ansgar Todd to be my last?

Please no Ripred loving maniac.

Just one free hour in the training centre, before my mentors and dictators swoop me up for another scheduled appointment. It would be contrary to actually dip my toe into some survival skills, a bold approach without the abilities; it would have all been a waste. Father always got the men and my siblings out, lining the back streets with their trembling virgin fingers on the triggers. One squeeze of the metal contraption and the addiction took hold instantly. Only I was there to observe, entrusting my life into the hands of the others. ”They will protect you Daniela, you don’t need to learn this.” But who is here to protect me now?

There is only one unpopular station and that is the self-defence one, just three figures and the trainer, I may as well be the fourth. I slip into the huddle of the males. Instructions are already thrown at me and I am paired with the boy with Eleven etched on his uniform.

So I am meant to throw a fist and he is meant to block it, this should be amusing. ”Hey Eleven, I’ll go easy on you.” Two fists form in front of me but one takes detour towards the face of the boy.

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just one issue | saad | blitz Oct 10, 2017 19:32:51 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Oct 10, 2017 19:32:51 GMT -5

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He had already spent probably more time at the plants time than he should have. If he hung around there any longer then people would start to suspect a couple things: he was obsessed with plants, or he was crazy. Perhaps those were the same in some people's eyes, but he as sure the gamemakers could see a benefit to him in one and a benefit to their entertainment in the other. Whatever the outcome, he would really rather that people didn't know his gift with plants.

To change things up, and potentially save his own life in the future, he made his way to the self-defense station. There was already one boy there, and another approached as he did. The trainer was just beginning to start a lesson when a girl shoved her way into the middle of them. The trainer barely gave her a second glance before divvying them up into pairs. With his luck, he had saddled with the girl while the other boys faced each other.

They were meant to practice a strike-block combo with each of them alternating between attempting to punch and then attempting to block. He was stuck with blocking first, and he focused as best as he could on all four of her limbs. The trainer had insisted multiple times that they needed to expect anything - he wasn't sure exactly how to do that but keeping an eye on the things he could get hit with seemed a good place to start. "Hey Eleven, I’ll go easy on you."

He saw her clenched fists and knew in a breath she was going for a punch, but which fist would come flying at him? She swung and he raised his arms in front of him. The moment he saw the height of her swing - clearly coming for his face - he shifted his block up a couple inches. She landed him a blow on one forearm, which stung, but he had managed to keep her from bloodying his nose and that was a win in his book.

"Alright, Eight, your turn." As much of a qualm as he got from the thought of hitting a girl, she had clearly shown no hesitation in trying to punch him in the face. He felt that maybe this fact, in combination with needing to learn how to defend himself, might just warrant him striking her. Fists balled, he went for a swing toward her ribs.

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just one issue | saad | blitz Oct 11, 2017 10:50:20 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Oct 11, 2017 10:50:20 GMT -5

Ever feel like you can’t breathe
Does the water feel too deep
Lie awake 'cause you can’t sleep without it

I was grown from the seed of a killer.

(But my home isn't within voilence.)

Spears, flails and swords -- weapons that don't belong on these pristine finger tips. I just, stepping on the boundary that lies between the territory of sinner and saint. In truth, I'm terrified I'll fall in one direction but petrified I'll crash into the other. It's clear I don't belong here, with a sword in my hand and a spear in my gut. Yet when the sun rose and I saw the sight of a future free from death's raffle, I instead saw chains and decided that this is where I belonged.

I'm done drowning in second, third and fourth guesses, this is where I chose to be.

I set the sword back on the rack, deciding that my blunt talent's can't be sharpened anymore and I'm walking once again. Dragging my feet across the ground, eyes trained on the ground in front of me and clutching at the shirt hugging my shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep anchored. I only stop when I half stumble over a mat, letting go and looking up to unfamiliar faces but known numbers. Eleven and Eight, they strike out and I'm only left to flinch when the girl from Eight's fist collides with the boy from Eleven's.

Eight, I swear, I remember the name attached to that dark district of hers. The boy with a golden glaive and red hands, cutting down the blood of a victor and the promise of vengeance. Ten, Four, Seven; I wonder if father saw an idol in a killer like him.

I wonder if she'll do the same to me.

I wasn't welded to be an embodiment of violence. So I stop and stare, wondering how hard they'll hit me before I finally fall.

Ever feel like you’re alone
When you’re lost but your already home
Lie awake 'cause you can’t dream without it

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