hello neighbor [sapphire/reyes] blitz
Oct 6, 2019 14:53:18 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Oct 6, 2019 14:53:18 GMT -5
A lot of my so-called advisors have been consistent on the idea of founding an alliance, to make ‘friends.’ The life of Reyes Calvo has always been written as solo act. Being a free agent, it is my thing. Making contacts back home is easy doing. A choice of hundreds, maybe even thousands (I am not sure how many people they have squeezed into Eight). It is going to impossible to make a choice out of the twenty-three that are on offer here.
An obvious go to would be one of the careers, although there is not even one that I would entrust my life with, and I am staying clear of anyone from the double-digit Districts. There must be some repercussions following them after their recent win streak.
So, I spend the third morning in the training centre scouting the ideals. There is a list of the possibles and the definitely nots in my head.
One thing that has struck me though is not one person has approached me. A strapping skinny guy like me carrying more flaws that qualities. What is not to like about this ideal meat shield?
I hang by the weaponry stations, picking up different lengths of swords and measuring their weight, as if I know what I am looking for. With each length I swing it about for a few seconds and quickly place it back in the stand. My eyes observe those actively participating in the stations and my attention draws to the neighbour from Seven is practicing at the throwing bench.
I stand behind her, silent for a few moments before speaking up. ”It is a real surprise to see a District Seven throwing axes.” I pick up one of the free tomahawks, playing with it as I talk. ”I bet you are having tree withdrawals. Not much to climb in the Capitol, other than the tall buildings, I bet you wouldn’t survive a fall from one of them.”
An obvious go to would be one of the careers, although there is not even one that I would entrust my life with, and I am staying clear of anyone from the double-digit Districts. There must be some repercussions following them after their recent win streak.
So, I spend the third morning in the training centre scouting the ideals. There is a list of the possibles and the definitely nots in my head.
One thing that has struck me though is not one person has approached me. A strapping skinny guy like me carrying more flaws that qualities. What is not to like about this ideal meat shield?
I hang by the weaponry stations, picking up different lengths of swords and measuring their weight, as if I know what I am looking for. With each length I swing it about for a few seconds and quickly place it back in the stand. My eyes observe those actively participating in the stations and my attention draws to the neighbour from Seven is practicing at the throwing bench.
I stand behind her, silent for a few moments before speaking up. ”It is a real surprise to see a District Seven throwing axes.” I pick up one of the free tomahawks, playing with it as I talk. ”I bet you are having tree withdrawals. Not much to climb in the Capitol, other than the tall buildings, I bet you wouldn’t survive a fall from one of them.”
