The Face of the Future {Cesare/Ping}

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The Face of the Future {Cesare/Ping} Jun 8, 2018 7:44:36 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 8, 2018 7:44:36 GMT -5

I've always viewed honor as a very important thing in life. One of the main reasons I have not given up already after being reaped is because that would be a dishonorable thing to do, and my main goal in life is to make my family happy, protect them, and of course, bring honor to us all. I'm appreciative of my friends for not volunteering for me for the Hunger Games. No, I don't have a desire of any sort to fight and kill others, but I wouldn't want them to do it, either. Allowing someone I care for to possibly die in my place would be shameful and far from honorable.

I knew that if I didn't try my hardest, not only would my parents be deeply disappointed in me, their only daughter, but my friends would be crushed, too, especially if I died because of now making the best possible attempt I could to win. Strength was very important to me, too. I find it exceptionally important in desperate situations such as the Games, when only one person will come out on top. This wasn't just a competition I was preparing myself for, mentally and physically. It was a death match, and there was no backing out. That wasn't an option, even if I had wanted it to be one.

The training center smelled of rubber mats and sweaty tributes when I entered. I was a little late getting there, as I'd spent a bit extra time mentally preparing myself for finally interacting with the other tributes aside from just my District partner. I didn't care if I was late, however. I needed to be mentally and emotionally ready, and now I was. That meant that I could finally make my feet carry me to where I needed to be so I could become physically ready, as well.

I observed the other tributes as they trained, not quite sure where I would want to start myself. For some reason, my eyes were drawn particularly to the careers- a boy I recognized as being from District One looked exceptionally intimidating, as did the boy from Two. Due to their intimidation, I'm not quite sure what could have possibly prompted me to approach one of them, but I did. They both looked strong, but I'd chosen the boy from Two, and I was sure that he was perfectly capable of killing me within moments if he'd wanted to. He'd volunteered, after all. Surely that meant that he had some training under his belt.

When I'd approached him, I was cautious. It took me a moment to realize why I'd approached him, but it didn't take long for me to speak. When he stopped using his bow and arrows for a moment, I allowed the words to come out of my lips. I was holding myself confidently when I said what I wanted to say, too. I couldn't have a career thinking I was weak, even if it was the truth. Being from Eleven, however, I doubted he'd think I was a strong individual.

"Is bringing honor to your District and family a big thing for you?" I asked of him. I was genuinely curious, and hoped he wouldn't brush it off as something stupid or see it as rude, obnoxious or in any way irritating.

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Last Edit: Jun 8, 2018 7:46:01 GMT -5 by kap

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The Face of the Future {Cesare/Ping} Jun 10, 2018 18:50:08 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Jun 10, 2018 18:50:08 GMT -5

Cesare Crocetti

Who needs to train when they're already skilled? I look around, eyes darting back and forth from person to person until they land on the other career tributes. Right now they're the only ones of concern since they've been training for this too. I've trained for my entire life by taking orders from my brother and doing what he wanted me to do. Only now I must assume he wants me to return home alive, and that's exactly what I plan on doing. First things first, I need to make it through the game. Learning strengths and weaknesses is an important part, and that's why I don't really feel like showing off right now. That will wait until I'm standing before the gamemakers in private.

One of the first weapons I see is a bow sitting next to quiver of arrows. While it's definitely not my weapon of choice, it'll work for now. Maybe using one of these can prove to everyone that I'm not just one of those careers that swing swords around for a living. It's a great image to uphold, but at the same time it's one that people want to see. It's a part for the show the gamemakers are putting on, and right now I'm going to play the part I want. Not them.

So I make my way over to do some target practicing. It's been a while since I've used one of these things, but I will have to make due for now. At first I start at the targets that are standing still. I want to make sure I can a least hit the bull's-eye before I move on to the moving ones. So I take a deep breathe, place the arrow, and take aim, and when I'm ready, I release. Of course I watch silently as it flies through the air, but I'm only met with disappointment because it barely misses the center of the target. With a few more shots I'll have my aim down perfectly.

But before I can take the next shot, a girl walks over to me. I have no time to deal with her. She's just another sacrifice standing in my way. I could easily kill her, but I want to toy with her. I want to see what she's actually made of. Her question catches me off guard because that's the most important thing to me. Bringing home the honor. The glory. The crown. I want to win this, and I'm going to make sure that I can. I grit my teeth and lower the bow before turning to face her to give her an answer she may accept. "As important as breathing. That's how much winning means to me."

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The Face of the Future {Cesare/Ping} Jun 14, 2018 8:10:11 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 14, 2018 8:10:11 GMT -5

For whatever the reason may be, I surprisingly now lacked any nervousness I may have had before while standing in front of Cesare Crocetti. I suppose it may be because he wasn't rude to me like I had expected him to be. Instead, he actually had decided that he would properly answer the inquiry that I had shot his way. It didn't seem like he wanted to talk much, but at least he'd acknowledged me. That much I could be thankful for. He also didn't seem like he wanted to kill me quite yet, which was reassuring. Maybe this would prevent me from being his first target. That would be nice, too, I'd imagine. Dying isn't exactly the first thing on my bucket list, after all, and most certainly not dying in the Hunger Games. Unfortunately, it was likely that that would happen anyway. I just had to hope it wasn't all too soon.

I wouldn't want Merida to see Cesare Crocetti kill me.

Then again, I wouldn't want Merida to see anyone kill me. Whether it were Cesare, Petunia, Florence, Stitch, Lavina, Volkner or anyone else, I have no desire for her to have to witness it. I just hope she'll look away from the screen, should my end be broadcast to all of Panem. I'm not sure why, but Merida seeing me die was what concerned me more than anyone else seeing me die. My parents would be in despair, as would my other friends such as Cinder, Punzie, Moana, Belle and the others, but I don't feel like they'd feel it as much as Merida would. We loved each other as more than friends, making it all that much harder to handle.

"As important as breathing. That's how much winning means to me." Cesare told me this, and although it may have more answered how important winning was rather than bringing honor to his family and District, it still told me a lot about him. He was determined and strong. He knew what he was doing, and it wouldn't surprise me if he killed a lot of people in that arena without batting an eye at it.

The nervousness was returning now.

I gave a smile to Cesare in response to what he told me, even if it scared me a bit to think about how capable he really was of winning the Games. I nodded before I spoke again. I needed to make sure he knew that I meant no harm. My goal here was not to make enemies. I needed people to like me, or at the very least, not hate me.

"Bringing honor to everyone back home is very important to me, too. My friends, my family... my girlfriend. I want to show them that I'm not a coward, and that I'm not going to back down easily in the Games, as that would be dishonorable." I said this to him with the smile no longer on my face. He needed to know that I mean this seriously. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one."
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