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Jun 8, 2020 0:15:41 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jun 8, 2020 0:15:41 GMT -5
Because there was only so much a person could learn about holding a sword, JJ had resigned to people-watching more often than not. Reading them: seeing where they'd been so he'd know where they were headed next. Besides, he was banking on the hope that there would be an axe in the wealth because, like it or not, he was his past as well. He was the person District Seven had made him; perhaps the Capitol had grown to love those little quirks. Every Four being desperate for a trident, every Six making the most of a medkit, every Ten making the best traps and, yes, every Seven being Hell with an axe.
He tried not to think about the possibility of there not being one for him to use, but like he said: there was only so much a guy could learn about how to hold a sword properly. The rest, he figured, was sort of learn on the go. After all, no one in the arena would stop once they bested him, offer him a hand and start again until he got it right. Although, now that he was thinking of it, he was a bit disappointed that it wouldn't be that easy or simple. Nothing ever was.
His district partner was decidedly not mentally stable, which meant she couldn't be trusted. But, also, she liked him, which meant she was okay to keep around for at least a while, which pleased Mackenzie and Jacinta, who had been very set on the two of them pairing up.
"Sevens do best when they work together," Mackenzie had said. JJ thought it had little truth in it. Sure, both of them had won, and both of them had technically allied with their district partners. But Tobias LaChance and Ike Tate were both among the first deaths of their respective games; JJ thought it probably had less to do with them and more to do with Jaci and Mackenzie both getting lucky in a coincidentally short amount of time.
Of the people he'd been watching, there weren't many who impressed him. The boy from One was related to Ridley, but he didn't look the part. By that, JJ meant he was tall and scrawny and seemed much more sociable than his victor relative.
The girl from Five still felt false, in some way. All claws and teeth except he was hardly convinced they were sharp enough to pierce the skin, like a gun with no bullets or a bear in a cage. She had an impressive bark, but he didn't necessarily fear the bite.
One person who he had been studying for quite some time, (with varying degrees of success, as his opinion of the the boy kept constantly changing,) was the boy from Two. Something Johnwayne. Another heir, though admittedly from a more tainted throne. There were times when the boy's face was so devoid of emotion that JJ wondered if he had any, but then his mouth twisted into a snarl and it looked so at home among his other features that it was hard to believe it wasn't his natural face.
He was a gun, and a loaded one. A bear that had just found a way to rip through the bars of its cage. He might not have been able to get a read on the boy, but he knew he never wanted to feel his bite.
"Question," he said, folding his arms across his chest, "Career training. At some point it has to be just, like, a fuck-ton of reviews over and over again, right?"