Charisma rules [Prismarine/Fangor]

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Charisma rules [Prismarine/Fangor] Oct 4, 2019 17:22:27 GMT -5

Post by * on Oct 4, 2019 17:22:27 GMT -5

"What is this used for?" Prismarine questions the trainer. They demostrate it to her even though her eyes wander around the room instead of actually paying attention to the man in front. She occasionally nods to him and draws her attention several times when his voice changes directions denoting his need for her to pay attention. Cheerful smiles and gasps ever so often fill the void where she watches the other tributes. None of them had tried to contact her, but she scoffs at the idea that her age has thrown them away from having young blood cramp their styles. As the bow is placed in her direction, she takes it without a hitch.

"It's not that heavy, but I don't know if I'm strong enough to pull the string with enough force to make a difference." She weighed her options. Fingers gripped tightly around the bow, white knuckled grip. She grimaced with thoughts about having her pocket knife taken from her when she had gotten to the justice building. Alas, anger resided within her belly hoping that her threat was enough to make them give it back to Soul the moment she had stepped aboard the train.

For the moment, her soul moment was to train and show off in front of those that would either take pity or see her as an adversary. Across the way, an older boy had moved a knife and the glint of metal struck her with facination. "So they do have blades in this place and sharp ones at that. Wonder who he is."

Prismarine dismissed herself from the trainer pointing to the boy. "I forgot I was supposed to meet up with him. Thank you for the demonstration." She handed the weapon back to him and trotted to her next station.

"Hi there. The names Prismarine. Whatcha doin there? Need any pointers with that knife." A simple grin flashed in his direction when her eyes fell upon the numerous sharpies. "These look fun."

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Charisma rules [Prismarine/Fangor] Oct 6, 2019 11:27:12 GMT -5

Post by kap on Oct 6, 2019 11:27:12 GMT -5

Weaponry. It was something that I knew that I would have to learn to dabble with at least a little bit before my time in the arena, just so that I knew what I was doing, but it wasn't exactly the part of things that I was most excited for. I seemed to be a bit of a natural with a knife, though, according to the trainer I had ended up working with, which was certainly a positive thing to be told. After working with the trainer for a little bit, I decided to try to do a few things on my own. I took the knife over to a target and jabbed the blade into it in various places.

That was when a young tribute, likely the youngest out of all of us, approached me. She was lucky that she didn't startle me, because if I weren't aware enough of my surroundings and she had, things probably wouldn't have gone very well, given the knife in my grasp in that very moment and the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins as I trained. The little blonde girl spoke to me with confidence, which, in all honesty, amused me.

"Hi there. The names Prismarine. Whatcha doin there? Need any pointers with that knife." She had a grin on her face as she eyed the knives that were spread out on the table nearby. "These look fun."

I let out a chuckle.

"Careful with those, kid- er- Prismarine, I mean." I corrected myself because there was probably a much higher probability of getting along with someone if I called them by their name rather than just 'kid', and getting along with someone would be a plus for the arena, since they'd be less likely to choose to kill me first if they liked me.

"I'm Fangor. Did you want some help with those?" I asked her.

Prismarine had a petite frame and looked rather fragile, but the way she spoke showed some strength. That wasn't what I'd expected out of someone her age. Then again, I was pretty sure that she was the volunteer from Twelve, which I wouldn't have expected either out of someone who was only twelve years old.

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Charisma rules [Prismarine/Fangor] Oct 6, 2019 17:16:06 GMT -5

Post by * on Oct 6, 2019 17:16:06 GMT -5

Prismarine's confidence soared when she approached the guy. He was much taller than her and older at that. He had been stabbing the target in various places. He also seemed a bit uptight, almost nervous in a way until she had caught him off guard and a chuckle emanated from within him. The atmosphere around them calmed to a friendly tone.

"Careful with those, kid - ere- Prismarine, I mean." A giggle erupted and her hand flew up to defend him.

"Oh that's okay. People at home call me kid as well, I've even been called worst and had dirt thrown on me. You can call me kid if you want or Pris. That's what my family calls me." Interest in the blades had brought her over and already she felt comfortable around the boy that caught her attention. He felt familiar in a way, but he was hardly her brother. He studied her in which she took notice by raising her eyebrows and catching a bit of a sarcastic tone.

"What are you looking at?" She responded and shook her head. "I do not need help, no, but I do like challenges. My brother gave me a pocket knife at home a few years ago and I would always sleep with it under my pillow and I tried to bring it with me as my token, but they stole it from me. Made me mad though. I really wanted to keep it. I can only hope that they gave it back to Soul before I left."

The bowie knife on the table became her instant prize as she stood beside him. Shoulders shook up and down when she moved forward and plainly stabbed the target in the throat. Of course she had to stand on her tippy toes, but she still forced the blade in at an angle. "I wonder what it feels like. I wonder if it's like starving to death with not a morsel to eat when the snows have come and heat is only a memory away."

She looked to him with a raised eyebrow. "Fangor? Do you want to be here? I saw you volunteered. Why did you?"

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Charisma rules [Prismarine/Fangor] Oct 11, 2019 7:46:38 GMT -5

Post by kap on Oct 11, 2019 7:46:38 GMT -5

Luckily, the young girl, Prismarine, didn't seem too bothered by the fact that I'd accidentally referred to her as 'kid' instead of 'Prismarine'. Hell, she even told me that I could call her 'Pris' like her family did, which surprised me. She barely knew me, and yet I was being told that I could refer to her by a family-given nickname. "Oh that's okay. People at home call me kid as well, I've even been called worst and had dirt thrown on me. You can call me kid if you want or Pris. That's what my family calls me."

"Alright then," I laughed a bit. "Pris it is!" I said to her. That was when Pris noticed that my gaze had focused on her, and she spoke up again.

"What are you looking at?" She said this with a shake of her head. "I do not need help, no, but I do like challenges. My brother gave me a pocket knife at home a few years ago and I would always sleep with it under my pillow and I tried to bring it with me as my token, but they stole it from me. Made me mad though. I really wanted to keep it. I can only hope that they gave it back to Soul before I left."

"I see," I said back to her. "You've got a bit of experience, then?"

Before she need answer my question, however, she drove a knife into the throat of one of the dummies. She spoke again, but her words confused me. It was something about starving to death. Luckily, I didn't have to say anything in response to that, as she spoke again, this time asking me a question I could answer.

"Fangor? Do you want to be here? I saw you volunteered. Why did you?" She asked me

I looked at the young girl and nodded.

"I volunteered because I wanted some change in my life. Back home in Nine, everything was pretty shitty for me. I lived on the streets and barely had enough food to get by. Every day started to feel like it was exactly the same, and I needed something different. The Games were something I could use to change my life- or end it. If I go back to Nine alive, I'll be much more well off. If I don't, well, I won't have to deal with any of it anymore."

I then asked her a question like the one she had asked of me.

"What made you volunteer?" I asked her. "Was it because of Red? I heard that she was your cousin."