Someone Gets Hurt { Remora & Sal }

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Someone Gets Hurt { Remora & Sal } Jan 18, 2021 16:26:27 GMT -5

Post by grant on Jan 18, 2021 16:26:27 GMT -5

R E M O R A P I K E

Someone Gets Hurt

The shore sweeps in with a slow subtlety, and it gifted Remora with a pleasant smile. A surprise, to be sure, considering the wintery day, the cold, and the fact Reef had burnt her toast this morning. Silly kid, but I love them.

What happens when Remora loves something? Does it gain access to all exceptions? Most likely, because she sees then that nothing else matters except that person. Though, she's not felt that feeling in any being other than those who have keys to her home.

She picks herself off the boulder she'd sat upon, and takes the scenic route past the harbour, the fishing boats, and the small fishery nearby. Seagulls batter the sky with their cries, and there's a pungent yet familiar scent of sea life lingering on the air.

Today is the day that Remora was to try something new. She hadn't signed up, and she hadn't looked into it as much as she'd have wanted. But, the gym will be full of people she's sure. Maybe it's the fact District Four is considered to be one of the career districts, at least to some. Or maybe, more likely, it's because everybody knows that yet another reaping will be upon them, and they must train to survive what could very well be the end of their days, or their friends.

The gym doors are closed and freezing to touch. She brings her glove round the handles and swings them open and welcomes the warmth that the sweat-house releases. Maybe this is the challenge I'm looking for, she thinks.

She turns to close the door behind her, but as she does, somebody is coming in. "Oh, sorry. I nearly closed that on you there." She looks them up and down, inspecting them, sussing them out. "Hey, maybe you could help me? I've never been here, where do we go to train?"

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Someone Gets Hurt { Remora & Sal } Jan 18, 2021 17:17:40 GMT -5

Post by Unitato15 on Jan 18, 2021 17:17:40 GMT -5

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"Another day, another training session", Sal thought to himself. Sure, he knew it was a bit of a cliche, but it was true. The past few weeks had started to melt together, the bland repetitivness of his current life becoming one big, flatulent blob of boredom. He was sick of training. But his father was counting on him. He needed to be the strongest, to survive, to prosper even.

He sighed a bit, out of a bit of lived exhaustion and headed to the training center. The scent of saltwater eminating from the nearby pier suddenly livened him up though. Maybe he'd go down to the water later.
As this thought crossed his mind, he realized he was inches away from getting his entire face crushed by the training center door.

Oops.

"Oh, sorry. I nearly closed that on you there." A girl, around his age, he determined, looked to him apologetically."Hey, maybe you could help me? I've never been here, where do we go to train?"

Never been here? At this age? Interesting. Salamander had began training at the tender age of fourteen. His father had demanded it. He'd taken a year's break a while back to deal with his anger issues but that was very different. This girl was very different.

"Well it depends, what are you wanting to train in?" He looked around at the vast gym before them and realized she probably wouldn't be ready to take on his usual stomping ground. Sal considered her frame. "How about I show you the trident throwing station?"

Last Edit: Jan 18, 2021 17:19:04 GMT -5 by Unitato15

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Someone Gets Hurt { Remora & Sal } Jan 18, 2021 17:40:18 GMT -5

Post by grant on Jan 18, 2021 17:40:18 GMT -5

R E M O R A P I K E

It was only a small lie, having never been here before. Maybe it was once upon a time, when she was younger, that she came to train. It was a phase, the kind that passes like the wind - she wanted to volunteer that year. It was a tough time, and it as her only way of expressing it. It felt like a diligent decision, to take control of her life. Taking the reigns, however, wasn't something that volunteering for The Hunger Games would entail. She had to find herself.

Now, wiser and older, she's returned. This time she knows what she is doing, except not at all. Training still is new to Remora, even at eighteen.

The guy seems her age, maybe even older. He has a distinct look about him that makes her feel a little more comfortable. He wonders what she might want to train. "I'm honestly not sure. I thought spears, but then maybe I should start with something more District Four-y."

"How about I show you the trident throwing station?" He throws out his suggestion, and she nods very quickly. "Exactly, that's a great idea." She then catches his eye for a moment, "You'll go easy on me though, right? I haven't been in a proper fight for ages."

She sees where the tridents are kept. They're on a weapons rack full of spears, polearms and the District Four speciality itself, the trident. A three-pronged arsenal of sheer damage, but with an interesting ability to be defensive, too.

"Have you been training for a long time?" She peers at him. He definitely trains, it's an obvious question. He's the type. Strong, broad, and probably gentle really. She'll find out.