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celestials
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lions & men | icarus/tiger blitz Jan 5, 2020 19:41:54 GMT -5

Post by celestials on Jan 5, 2020 19:41:54 GMT -5

He wears his infamous sneer, eyes hunting the training center for an opponent worthy of a lion's breath. His victory was already written, but he had to find someone who deserved to grow from their defeat. ("No wonder this district has few victors; look at this pathetic selections.") But he spots a striking figure, tall with vermilion-red hair and rippling muscles. He's no lion, but he was cute and had more abs than Icarus had muscles.

"You—no, the ginger," Icarus jerks a finger in the direction of his selected opponent, "We're sparring, you're welcome." He turns on his right foot, strutting over to a vacant mat, waiting for the man carved from marble to follow his lead.

Last Edit: Jan 5, 2020 20:57:29 GMT -5 by celestials

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"GUNNERRRRR~"

lions & men | icarus/tiger blitz Jan 5, 2020 23:03:43 GMT -5

Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Jan 5, 2020 23:03:43 GMT -5

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For all of the places in all of the district where Tiger Rex does not feel at his best and brightest, the training center is not among them. The swell of sweat and spit and damaged vinyl is as overpowering as it is a comfort, a welcome reminder of the places and times where the redheaded bruiser has truly excelled. Warmed up and ready to rumble, he's already loose when the pale, haughty boy beckons to him. "We're sparring. Tiger is called for dibs, like some sort of ham hock hanging in the butcher's window or like a favorite set of boxing gloves hidden beneath all the others to ensure they're always available to claim. "You're welcome."

"Okay," he says, grin bright and ever-optimistic. Tiger could never read sneers for what they were — and in District One of all places, that was more of a blessing than it was a curse. He pulls a blunted mace off a rack near him and a fist out of his pocket. "I'm welcome," he agrees. He waggles the training weapon in his right hand and lightly swings his left. "Preferences?"

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