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((At least for Ian, yes thats the plan:)

Is Isadora open to RP @Emily?? I think it would be good if Silver confronts her, and maybe Isa can soften her up a bit?))

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "((Sorry that was a crappy post x/))"

((Thats okay... What shoukd they do now?... Idk where to take their conversation next:/ ))

( ☘ αℓιуα wrote: "[ Chloe/Flowers: Okay, that sounds good! But what is it that Tara would tell Delilah...? ]"

((So, Basically you may know by Tara's history that she was an assassin... Silver's Father was the leader of D2's biggest Gang. We worked out the plan that a few years ago, Tara murdered her father, and Silver doesn't know it:) After Silvers kidnapping, her dad mysteriously 'disappeared', and we decided to just have Tara kill him:) So, somehow, Tara can leak the fact to Deliah, and next Silver and Deliah can train together, and somehow Deliah will slip up and tell her!! Then heck will break loose>:D ))

((Yay!!:) More Career drama! Lets do this!! Most likely gunna end with my charrie almost ripping Tara's throat out, then getting banned, but you know:P Haha, I live and breathe drama ))

((Ohh, I like that Idea!!:) Who should she tell?? Hmm... Because whoever tells Silver, she most likely wont like them much either! Tara is talking to Deliah, right? Maybe her?... I dont care either!))

Silver turned up her chin, preparing to walk off and leave her offer in the dust behind her. But finally, Ian decided to be done with his mind games, get his head on straight, and give her a straight answer about the tentative alliance. Her eyes locked on his, each of them equally matched in a sort of death-stare down. People always underestimated the power of an alliance. Just imagine the concept of what is being dealt with; One is literally choosing who's hands to place their life in, their trust, their so-called 'friendship.' The wrong placement of that trust could lead to life-altering betrayals. Her head slowly cocked to the side, arms crossed and tattoos bulging as she leaned in towards him, craving his immediate answer. When he finally made the choice, her eyes began to smile, but her lips remained in their scowled. "Fine then." She mused, leaning back and placing her hand out for a shake. What an odd thing, solving some of the worlds most crutial problems with nothing more to go on then the shake of two strangers hands.

((Okay, I'm good with that plan @Diana!:)
@Chloe: Maybe we should have that whole thing go down between Tara and Silver now... I just cant wait to RP it!!! How dhould we lead up to the confession?))

Silver allowed her head to lazily tilt to the side, almost as if all this talking was starting to make her head hurt. When she moved her eyes up to meet Ian's, her answer was clear as day: there was no way that she was going to allow Isadora into her alliance. "You're not going to convince me." She said in a sturdy voice, finally gaining full control of her irratic emotions once again. "I'm not putting my life in the hands of a girl like that." When has Silver become so cruel? You would think, given her history, that she wouldn't want anyone to feel any kind of pain. But, being held captive for so many years, then having cruel trainers beat the idea of glory into your head, may make anybody feel a bit snappy and judgemental. "It's your choice. I've made my offer." With a final flick of her wrist, the last spear flew, completing the pattern of weapons on the target. "Do what you want, I don't care."

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "His hand had gripped onto the spear for a moment longer until she had pushed it away from his hands and swung it violently against the target. She was getting emotional now, he could tell. It wasn'..."

((Gahh... I am a horrible person. I know I've said like 10 times that I am going to comment on our thread Diana:/ I got busy, and now I havent posted! But, I did read through it and know what I want to say, so I PROMISE within the next 3 days it will be up:) ))


Silver was getting tired of the back and forth. She was used to being in control. She was the one, with her rock solid ways, that called the shots now. Ever since her mishap back when she was a young girl, she hated the thought of someone controling her. That is why she trained. Becoming an all powerful force could easily put her ahead of whatever was trying to come her way. But what she was lacking, was her way with words. The way Ian danced around subjects, twisted his words into just the right tone made her shiver inside. Not just his words were piercing her, but her vulnerability was being exposed as she let her emotions run wild. It was one of her biggest fatal flaws, and she didn't want to ruin her chance of an ally becuse of her irratical behavior. Her emotions were never shown to the world necissarily, but you could see her closed pot boiling from inside if you looked close enough.

"My intentions?" Silver asked, a small tone implimented into her voice to indicate the stupidity of the question. "Same as any other career. Win these d*mn games. And I'm prepared-" a small moment of hesitation, "...prepared to do whatever it takes to do so." She slowly rubbed over her tattos on her arm unknowingly, fingers tracing the bumps of scars and the rough burn patches. "I know that someone like you could help me get there." Their eyes met, for she wanted him to understand the sincerity of her words. "But I don't think your other friend-", a glance to the climbing wall and Isadora, "-can help anyone." Narrowing her eyes to slits with a small step in his magnetic direction. "So, I'm willing to make you a deal, as long as it doesn't involve her."

((Kk... Here it goes!!))

Silver watched him closely, not quite understanding the language of sarcasm and joking as well as Ian clearly did. I bugged her inside to think that all they had said may have been nothing more then a joke to him. She knew that was not true, but any sort of humor in her life had always been met with her distain. "Well, it's takes a lot more then just charming your way to the other end of the spear." She said cooly, straight forward. The way he had grabbed onto her spear had made her a bit uneasy, showing just how good of a grasp he had on the things around him. Yanking the spear out of his hand, she turned and threw it, watching as it impaled just above his, making a nice dimond out of the weapons on the target. "Okay, cut the crap." She said with a sigh, breaking whatever sort of metaphorical game they were playing in two. "What do you want? From me?" Her empty hands waved out to her sides, indicating the surrounding room. "What do you want out of all this? Tell it to me straight." She was done withh their words games, and wanted real talk now. Silver was vaguely aware of having the district four fish's eyes on them, along with the near presence of Tara and Deliah.

((BtDubs: Ill post on the college RP later today @Diana! I finally have time to make a post worth reading for it!! Gtg now, lunch is calling my name!!))

((So, should I just post as if They weren't coming over quite yet? I agree we need Ian and Silver to make an alliance, or it may never happen:) ))

Silver focused all her attention on the targets and dummies ahead, every hit releasing a burst of energy like releasing air in an air matress. How could she think that she was going to make friends easily here? She never did back in 2, so why should here be any different? At the flick of her wrist, she held all the power and all the friends she would ever need. The only person, so it seemed, that she could rely on, was herself. Her eye's remained focused on the space in front of her as Ian came over to her, her face unreadable. After she recognized her abstract emotions, she would hide them well. "Yes, I do have a problem with it." Silver said in an even tone, inspecting the tip of her next spear. "I don't have a problem with holding someone down to get the job done though." She growled, letting the tip of her spear tap on Ian's chest lightly. Anyone could guess what she was referring to when she said 'job'... Even if she didn't like it, she would have to do what needed to be done.

Silver was surprised, even a little perplexed by the movements of Ian. All she did was watch. She watched closely; Watching his lips, his subtle changes, his reaction, his every little move. They way he moved and spoke was impressive, filled with composure and class and sentimental mannerisms. Her face began to relax, even though they were in the midst of a metaphorical argument. He would not drop the topic of this girl, and all Silver was trying to do was keep him from hurting himself more before he died. But Altogether, her opinion of him changed to a more positive note. She was even beginning to enjoy the company of Ian.

That was, until he held her by the arm.

Silver's face switched from relaxed to stone-cold in a fraction of a second. She waited more more then another second before ripping from his grasp, eye lighting up in fury. But she clamped her mouth shut and let him finish his explination, her hands clenched in fists at her side. When the knife went into the target, she didn't even look, maintaining her death stare for as long as she possibly could. When she was sure the message 'Don't ever touch me again' was recieved in Ian's stupid brain, Silver turned on heel back to the racks. Hauling up a few spears, she decided she would never be using a knife again unless absolutely necessary. How could he have been such an idiot, and to do such a horrendous thing as to upset her? Given, he didn't quite know the story about her kidnapping and how it ruined touch for her forever, but, still... Her feet found th platform and she began to rapid fire the spears with accuracy beyond belief.

"The wielder does have the power, I agree." Silver admitted in a quiet tone, eyeing the boy suspisiously. The way they were playing with words, tangling truth with metaphor was an effective way of getting a point across. "But what if the wielder misuses the weapon?" She pointed out, countinuing the conversation, knowing exactly where her point needed to be made. "When you throw a knife, you know in your mind that there are thousands of knives out there just like that one." She accepted his offer of the knife, taking it gently out of his hands while her fingers lightly brushing his. "You could get distracted of one moment, and the knife would crash and burn, tumbling away uselessly." Her eyebrow raised, and she turned to the target, proving her point by purposely making the knife bounce dangerously close to it, but never touch it. Slipping another dagger from his hand, she fiddled with the blade. "You would just pick up another knife and try again, right?" A deep sigh, "My point is, knives are replaceable, and maybe they should stick to spreading butter." Woah... She had not said that many words to a person in a long time. And actually... It felt pretty good.

((Gosh... I hope that makes sense:/ If it doesn't I can rewrite. Its real late, and I might not be making any sense right now!!))

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "He watched her carefully a she had moved around to reach the weapons station. He was still highly suspicious of her and what exactly she wanted. He knew of her idea to become allies with him, but h..."

While Silver felt the weight of each of the knives, she listened to he remark, feeling a small stab in her chest. The realization hit her, just how much he cared about something so silly as an innocent girl. Maybe that was why she was being so bitter. Was she truely jealous that he cared for someone? Since the death of her family, caring for anything had been a struggle, and she only found relief within herself. Now that she realized why she was angry, it seemed to do nothing more then fan the flames. But it was no longer directed at Ian, but more at herself.

Snatching up a few of the knives, Silver moved quickly over to the matts with a small stomp, her cheeks turning slightly red from holding in so much. It was all released as she three the knives, one after the other. The rythmic, satisfying thuds Gave her the courage to release the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Guess you just had to put the right spin on them..." She muttered, moving a few steps over to be near him again. Her mouth opened to continue the conversation, but quickly shut it, not knowing what to say after her harsh behavior.

Megzrhiannon wrote: "Earl frowned as the lift doors opened revealing the training rooms. The district two escort had held him back as his partner, Silver, had descended, to speak to him about his interview.
The main po..."

((I would like at some point for Silver and Earl to interact, being that they are district parters;) ))

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "He didn't particularly mind the District Two tribute, but he could see in ultimate clarity that she would be playing some type of game with him. Whether it was intentional or not, there was going t..."

Silver simultaneously cleanched her hands and teeth, the strong urge to spit a cunning response back overwhelming her. What did he mean 'only a challenger?' She could and would bemuch more then that, for now she was determined to reach deeper inside him. Approaching the racks of assorted weapons, plucking a few long daggers from the top shelf. The blades were pitch black and glossy, watching his movements behind her in the gleam of the weapon's face. "My favorite is the axe, but you seem like the type that would rather choose something... Smaller and weaker." If he was smart, he would recogize her reference. Isadora was the smaller and weaker portion of the equation, and all the other pieces fit together around that. Realizing the tension charging the air between them, Silver partook in the dreaded language of 'small talk'. "So, is One as charing as it sounds?"

((Sorry, kinda short but I'm real tired:/ Goodnight!!))

((Haha, Tara is cracking me up with Ciara ;P And sorry for hating on your charrie so much Emily... Maybe Ill have Silver go and make ammends with her later, which maybe could make Ian like her more too??:) ))

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "His eyes ran skeptically across the blunt female, finding that she had more to her being than what he had originally assumed. She was a bit of a mystery to him and that wasn't something he particul..."

Silver found Ian searching her eye's realizing what he was doing a moment too late. A crack in her armor had started to appear, and it was starting to let the smarter tributes like Ian slip inside. In response her eyes dropped to the floor, seeming to cut off any sort of connection they may have been having. And what did he mean by the words, 'Seem to handle yourself better then most.' Was he referring to the way she stood with firmness? Her secluded behavior? Her bitterness? Ian was truely one of the more intelligent of the group, besides the fact that he was associating himself with people like Isodora.

Glancing around Ian's shoulder, Silver gave Isadora one last look of distaste before returning to rest her gaze upon Ian, this time with more walls put into place. "What do you need to deal with?" She asked as they began to move away, "With me? With your reputation?" Why her words were dripping with such poison made her wonder, for she had nothing against him. What was making her so bitter? Moving towards the targets and weapons, Silver csught sight of Tara moving to the pool, hoping to keep an eye on her. She wasn't particularly fond of Tara, but at least there had to be some sort of connection there, something that would later form into an alliance. "What station?" She said blandly, trying to settle her boiling blood.

Silver had not expected the response she recieved from Ian. The way he had moved his body in front of Isadora's without hesitation made her wonder where his true loyalties lied. Her chin raised and she met his firm posture with one equally as solid, almost at eye-level with him. He should have known better then to made such a move, for now she was much more then interested in him, she was determined to get into his head. Controling her emotion's had always been a struggle for her, and it was beginning to show in the creases in her face.

"I'm not underestimating you." Silver said through an eerily calm mask. "But don't you think you can sell me short either." Her tattos rippled as her muscles tensed, eager for a fight. As they stood side by side, the differences between the two were startling; On one hand, you had the polished and primped district of luxury boy with his gleaming teeth and perfect everything. And on the other side, you had a tattered, disheveled girl, who couldn't remember if she had gotten her multitude of scars from her kidnappers or her bestial trainers. The tattoo's covered her blemishes, while he had none to display. Silver couldn't remember if she had even brushed her hair that morning. They were world's apart, with two very different stories to tell. And if you looked closely into Silver's eyes, you could see her story for a brief moment before being lost in her exasperated gaze.

((Yeah, however you want to tackle it (like literally tackle it if you want) is your choice!!:) Glad I could kinda help!! So, just so you are aware the othe plan with the current careers, Silver is thinking of allying with Tara currently. Later before he arena starts, Tara will tell her that she actually was the one to kill Silver's father... Makin sure you can kinda plan around this:) ))