Glorious, Victorious Horizons~ [Stare, Snake]
May 25, 2012 1:49:02 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on May 25, 2012 1:49:02 GMT -5
Are you satisfied with an easy ride
Once you cross the line
Will you be satisfied?
[/size]The original hope Julian had for a District Two victor seemed to fade before his eyes as his tributes opened their mouths. With Destiny, there had been the hope of some glorious fighter with something up her sleeve, yet here she was confessing she wasn’t even trained! Then of course there was Dante… Julian could tell he wasn’t the brightest bulb from the moment he stumbled up to the stage, but at least he had the presence of a career. Where the hell did he train that he only knew how to patch himself up!? Well… not everyone can be trained by two Victors of their own flesh and blood, Julian supposed.
The pleading tone in Destiny’s voice seemed to be a more immediate annoyance than Dante’s dense air, so he figured that must be addressed first and foremost. He stood from his seat and walked over to the tributes. Had his shoes not had a subtle heal, Destiny would be taller than him, however, his powerful way of moving always commanded far more attention than even the largest of his peers. He exuded intensity in every step, but more so than in his movements, his icy blue stare commanded the notice of everyone in the room.
He grabbed Destiny’s arm, softly squeezing the bicep to see if he at least had something he could work with. “Well for starters, you need to stop with this whining and begging. It’s pathetic and I won’t tolerate it from tributes of District Two. You volunteered for this, remember?”
After completing a small circle around Destiny, sizing her up like a polished sword he’d consider to wield, he did the same for Dante. The large boy at least showed a glimmer of hope in his size and the fact he actually knew how to kill. Julian gave him a short nod before directing each to sit down. Glitch gave a short shrug as it seemed Julian had control of the situation at the moment. She excused herself and headed off to the powder room to touch up her make-up. Julian wondered what exactly could be touched up when the over-the-top stuff was already so thick upon her face, but he didn’t bother to comment. It was still odd to him that they were considered equals now… in fact, Julian was now in far more important of a position than Glitz. As her electric blue hair fluttered out of sight, he turned his attention back to the tributes, but continued to stand.
“So you want to be liked?” He said coldly, placing his hands on his hips. “Neither of you have the good fortune of famed victors for parents, or a popular boyfriend who died in the Games, so slip ups like crying and pouting are strictly forbidden. You,” he looked directly to Destiny, “You volunteered, and you may not know what you’re doing, but the Capitol doesn’t know that yet, nor do they have to. Portray yourself as strong and proud of yourself for getting here. My charisma and confidence made me someone easy to root for. If you don't have those, fake it. If you can pull off a high training score on top of that, there might be some hope. However if you don’t…” Julian trailed off, wrinkling his nose in irritation. Who could be so stupid as to volunteer with no knowledge of weaponry or survival? He wanted to throw this stupid girl off the train right here and now. Not because he disliked her though, but he wanted to save her. He was a monster, trained for this… bred to suffer the punishment that ensued with victory. Destiny Lenstil had merely stepped up for another girl in a moment of courage and sympathy. She had not trained to kill twenty three innocent people her entire life… She didn’t deserve what she would have to face. He couldn't tell her that though, nor show it in his actions. Even for this portion of the Games, he had to put on a show.
Dante was another story however; he certainly had trained for this. Julian couldn’t blame him for it though. He himself had lived in the blissful ignorance of the Hunger Games, thirsting for glory… then revenge… Well, he certainly wasn’t going to send either of them into the Arena entirely unprepared if he could help it. “We’ll discuss the details of surviving further in the training center. I'd at least like to know what you both are capable of first though.”
Julian’s cold eyes fell upon Destiny, boaring into her again. “Can you even do anything at all?” His stare shifted to Dante next, “And you, no-survival-skills-boy, what can you bring to the table?”