stronger ( Ryan )

stronger ( Ryan ) May 28, 2020 6:57:40 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on May 28, 2020 6:57:40 GMT -5

EVIE HARLOT

'What would you do if you got reaped? Your fists aren’t going to save you in that Arena, you know that, Eve.' Darla's words still weigh heavy in her mind. Evie knew that she was strong, in more ways other than the use of her fists. But she also knew that she lacked a lot of skill when it came to fighting with weapons. Her skills lacking when you compared them to Darla. She had never been much of a fan of using blades. She had always found that using her fists were so much more satisfying. It made her feel a strength that she had not been able to accomplish by welding a sword, or thrusting a spear. And Evie loved it, she craved it.

Frustrated, she flings the knife that was clenched tightly between her fingers into the target a few feet in front of her. It struck the dummy in the stomach. Deep and deadly. But not perfect. She understood where Darla's worry came from. Often she would find herself worrying about the same thing. Yes, she was a career, but she had prepared herself more for fighting in a cage, not against blood thirsty kids who would do anything to make it through the day and have the possibility of going home again.

She reaches for another knife, her eyes focusing on the figure in front of her. Taking a deep breath she zones out everything, forcing her mind to go blank. Evie closes her eyes. She visualised herself throwing the knife, of the blade leaving the tips of her fingers. It travels in a steady line, her aim perfect. She visualises it striking the dummies right eye. It buried itself so deep that it penetrates the brain. Dead. Opening her eyes she throws. The blade slices through the air so fast that her eyes can barely keep up with it. The next moment it is buried in the dummies right eye. Dead. Out of all the weapons in her arsenal, after her fists, she favoured the knife.

A knife was a way to boost the effectiveness of her fists. Adding a deadly edge to it. Your fists aren’t going to save you... Tears of frustration well in her eyes as her fingers greedily grab for another knife.

I-

she throws it.

Know-

it lands, striking the dummy in the upper left chest.

She flings another knife.

That-

It penetrates the flesh that protects the heart. Dead.

Frustrated, she angrily wipes away the tears. She could be deadly. She was strong. Evie knew that Darla knew that. She knew that Darla didn't think her useless. That she was strong. She just worried about her, her best friend. Sister. And Evie loved her for that. But Evie didn't want her worrying about her either. So she would prove to her friend that she didn't need to. The reaping was only around the corner, but she still have a couple weeks to make sure that she could take advantage of her status as a career.

stronger ( Ryan ) Jul 25, 2020 23:58:29 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jul 25, 2020 23:58:29 GMT -5

Marino took long breathes as he ran through the obstacle courses that the training center had to offer him. He hadnt been used to it, even though he had lived and been training in four for as long as he could remember. His family made it very clear to him that he was to keep doing so until he his last reaping.

The Sanches had never been kind people. A forceful bunch of narcissists that thought they could do whatever they wanted across the district because they were just a little bit more well off then the rest of the world. Marino had never bought into it, or at least, that is what he claimed when people asked him about his home life. However, he knew well that if he did not do what he was told, that he would be sent out of the house quicker than he could run. He knew where his interests had lied at this point, and proving that he had the ability to do anything and everything. If he made his parents happy, they wouldnt pry.

Of course he used that term loosely. Hell, he didnt even know what it meant to be truly happy. He didnt spend too many moments exposed to such things after all. If he was, he knew they were manufactured. He would say that the only time he felt like he was an actual person was when he was on the water. However, he had a feeling that most of the district felt that way. He crossed through the last part of the obstacle course and he heard the trainer yell time. He had looked up to see that he finished a second before his personal best. He smirked for a moment before waved to his trainer.

Eat your heart out Ms. Morrisen. He thought to himself as he passed into the locker rooms and began to cleanse himself of todays training.

Cold water had refreshed him enough to feel like he could go another round or two. He took a break for lunch, trying to revitalize himself enough for the afternoons schedule. His mind wandered for a bit while he placed his tray into the pile of dirty ones and moved to the balcony. Thats when he realized that he still had a couple hours to go. His parents told him that career training was like a work day, and of course, when he was younger, he didnt believe that as much as he did now. He knew well that the academy was trying to keep up with the latest and greatest, especially after having two victors in the last five years.

He always heard whispers in the background of how Anatalia and Beck hadnt even been the cream of the crop. How they were just lucky, and in the right circumstance, and Marino might have agreed with the former. However, he wasnt a fan of the Morrisens to begin with. He knew of the Hailshams, and with two of them making the finale back to back, Marino knew that they were the ones to look out for. Sure, he hadnt met either of them, but that didnt matter to him. If he was being honest, his parents knew both of their families, and they had more than enough to say about both of them. He always claimed that he didnt like listening to his families point of view, but he would here.

He moved down to the training floor again, a block of time had been printed on his schedule just so he could spend an hour or two sparring or training with weapons. He looked around to see that the knives station was taken up by a girl that he hadnt paid too much attention too. He found one of the punching bags near the station and began to gently hit the bag. He was curious to see what was going on over there. He had been bad at being nosey, and his parents had always told him that would be the death of him. He would wave them away when they said that to him, with him thinking that his curiosity was under control.

It wasnt.

He watched as the girl had become a bit more aggressive, throwing knives at an alarming rate. He took a moment to gauge what was going on, his hands still working on the bag in front of him. More knives fly, and now he has to stop himself from what he was doing. He knew that the reaping was coming, but he still didnt understand why the careers got so worked up. Only one of them could go in, and if their name wasnt called, then that was just that. Marino never had much of a problem with that. In fact, he always felt like he could use more time learning everything that he could in order to be ready for whatever arena he was put in.

He then watched as she was covering her face, and now Marino had to get involved. The trainers didnt need to see another breakdown on the floor. He dropped his fists and looked around before walking up to the girl and sighed. "Probably not the best idea to be having a breakdown on the training floor dont you think?" he crossed his arms and shifted some of his weight onto his left hip. He wasnt sure why he was even speaking to her at this point, seeing as he had worked hard to keep himself at arms length from most poeple.

It was always safer that way.

It was just a feeling.