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Training Center
Sicily entered the training room. She was the first in there and had her picture the activities, but she srood for a moment, thinking, deciding. What would she need most? She was good with a knife and meat was more filling than plants sobshe was hoping that hunting would be her primary way to ger food. But what if there weren't thar many animals? She'd need to know the plants. So, she'd do both courses. First snares, then edible plants. Sicily didn't see the value of edible insects though because she knew for a fact that with except of spiders, almost all insects were edible. She made her way over to the snare-setting station.
Elita joined into the training room. She looked at all of the stations around. Elita trudged over to the tridents station knowing it was actually going to be a sea arena. She picked up the trident and examined it. She never really saw one before. Elita placed it back down on its rightful place and head to the tree climbing. She climbed all the way to the top and spotted another tribute. She jumped off and ran to introduce herself. "Hello I'm Elita and you are?" She said in a friendly tone.
Sici mentally groaned. Cheerful people were worse than normal people, "Sicily Ximenez. District seven." She pracriced setting the snare as the placard showed. She put something in it to test if it worked. It didn't. She undid all the knots and started again. She looked up. The super cheery girl was still there. The heck? "Do I have something in my hair? Are the clothes too wierd for you? Why are you still here?"
Elita's expression dropped down. "Im still here because i like meeting tributes and you've got a little bit of everything." She smirked. Messing with her wasn't the greatest idea, but she seemed to not care to much.
"Im in district 6 and i guess your lumber." Elita turned to place the snare. Apparently it worked since she always had to do it for punishment. She didn't see why it was a punishment though.
"Im in district 6 and i guess your lumber." Elita turned to place the snare. Apparently it worked since she always had to do it for punishment. She didn't see why it was a punishment though.
"Yes. And what's a 'little bit of everything' supposed to mean?" On her second try her snare worked perfectly so she began on a different style of snare. She was determined to win. She wanted people to know that she was all that. She wanted to prove her father's honor. She wanted to show her mom that she was strong. But if she lost, at least she'd see her dad again. That would definitely be great. To see her dad again.
Catt entered what was called the training room. She had an draped across her chest to hold onto her shoulder. Catt didn't know what to do, or at least that's what she wanted people to think anyway. She gave the best sad face she could, which was pretty believable.
((Sorry can't reply for a moment I'm creating a group))
Kaiden entered the training room, he didn't come in looking like he was strong or weak. He just came in. There were already 3 girls there, and he recognized none except for the District Four girl.
Elita turned to see who came in. It was some guy. Elita walked away from the snare planting and grabbed a bow. She started shooting the bull eyes on each target. She tried to get her mind away from boys.
Catt noticed a boy walk in beside her. She tried to avert her eyes, even though it was hard. She hated feeling this weak but it the only way she knew how to survive.
Kaiden watched as one of the girls started shooting bulls eyes. He went to The Gauntlet first, by far one of the hardest things in the training center. He nodded to the trainers that he was ready. They did a finger countdown and didn't make the first move until he did. He tried to think about where the dummies would move in from and where the objects would be throw from before jumping from bench to bench.
Elita turned her head to see the gauntlet. She was terrible at those. The trainer snapped their fingers in her face. Elita sighed and continued going on. She wouldn't get distracted just yet and accidentally yelled, "Yes!" When she hit the face of the target.
Catt didn't know where to go. She wanted to go to the gauntlet knowing she could pass through it easily. But she knew that wouldn't be veary good for her reputation, so she went over to try and 'attempt' at it. "How does this even work?" She asked quietly to the boy.
Blue•warrior wrote: "((Is she a kill-off?))"
((sure))
((sure))
((Awww thats going to be sad..anyways..))
Sicily finished with the snares and headed over to the edible plants station. Food was key to survival so she planned ro have it. She wasn't going to die by accident because she ate the wrong thing. She tried to correct label the plants.
Adela strode in tentatively, eyes scanning the various collection of training subjects to figure out what would be best. There was also the concept of seeming that she had to keep up, she thought about it. If she wanted to last long and possibly win this pretentiously dressed up slaughter, she had to stick to the plan. Which couldn't be much of a problem, since it was the plan she lived by these days. Eyes landing on the Hammock Making station, she assumed that it would be best suited for her. That, and she could easily turn it into a trap, using the hammock as a net.
Blue•warrior wrote: "((Awww thats going to be sad..anyways..))"
((aint that the point of the hunger games ;) besides well be able to restart with fresh charries after we declare the victor!))
((aint that the point of the hunger games ;) besides well be able to restart with fresh charries after we declare the victor!))
The edible plant station was breeze. Sici saw someone head over to the hammock making station. She looked confident. She wasn't sure whether to label her as a threat or not. Sicily decided to go over there. The knowledge would be useful and if this girl had a plan, Sici wanted to know it.
James entered the training center, he went towards the fire making station immediately. "Ha, should probably get better at that..." he mumbled to himself. He sat down next to a pile of logs. "How about... ummm... fire piston..." He slowly mumbled. He grabbed a thick branch and began to hollow it out with a knife.
Sicily watched how to make a hammock and followed the movements. She watched the other girl. She asked absently, "What district you from?" She had to narrow down who was who. She would make lists. Who to fear. Who to fight. Who had a plan. Who was winging it. Who was good at what. Who was from what district. Who were allies. Who were loners.
Adela glanced over when she heard someone approaching and then speak to her. "Nine," she replied softly, "You?" She kept her gaze on the instructor, thinking more of ways that she could turn it into a net than to make it a hammock. She wiped her hands against her thighs, a habit she'd developed over the years.
"Seven. Your name?" she followed the instruction, learning by practice. She'd created her own hammock and learn who her competition was. District nine? What was their industry again?
"Adela," was her steady reply. Clearly the girl was stocking up on identities to see what her competition was. Seven was lumber, if she wasn't mistaken. She'd have to look out for axes and the like from this girl. She supposed her other tribute comrades would also be something to look out for. "What's yours?" If you're going to conduct an investigation, best to do it in friendly manner and less like you have an agenda.
"Sicily Ximenez. You got a plan for this blood bath?" she smiled as if she wasn't planing on using the information. She really wasn't a good people person.
Adela shook her head, took a moment, and then shrugged. "No, I didn't exactly grow up in an area where we had plans for defending ourselves." That much was true, but it didn't mean that she lacked the necessary skills to do so. "What about you?"
She shrugged, "No more than any other kid taken out of normal life into the slaughter house." She finished her hammock, stood and said, "Well, see you around." She looked around. What else did she need to learn before showing off? She decided to freshen up on knives and stuff.
James decided that he had had enough of making fires. He walked over to the swimming area and jumped in. He came back above the water and shook his hair out of his eyes. He dove down as deep as he could, sat for a minute and then bolted back up to the surface. He wasn't even close to out of breath and began swimming laps. After about five he picked himself up and sat on the edge of the pool.
Sicily began practicing with the knife on the dummies around her, stabbing and twirling. She practiced imagining all the dummies as the other tributes. She worked on first precision then speed. The dummies had targets making it easier to judge and correct herself.
James walked over to the knife throwing station. He placed himself a few sections away from the girl already throwing. He picked up a few of the smaller knives and began throwing. His precision was dead on. He hit four targets surrounding the dummy, made a triangle on the face and a triangle on the chest.
She looked at him, "How'd you do that?" She needed tips. The knives were a key part of her strategy and he was obviously good at them.
He walked over to her and asked, "Permission to touch?" Before waiting for an answer he picked up a knife, gave it to her and moved her hands to the tip of the blade. "Hold it with you index finger along the edge and your thumb going across." After he said this he walked back to his station and continued throwing.
She tried it. Dead on. She nodded approvingly, "Thanks. Your name?"
"I'm James. You can call me Light, James or Jamie. I don't care which you choose." He continued to throw knives. He picked up one of the larger, heavier knives, he flipped in his hand, grabbing the back of the blade. He tried to bend it but it didn't give. He grabbed the handle and threw it as hard as he could. Dead on, center of the face, right through the dummy's scull.
She decided to attempt it as well. It went through the throat instead. Not as gruesome but just as deadly, "I'm Sicily. District seven." She continued practicing with the larger knives. She menrally noted James as competition and skilled with knives.
"District four, skills?" He asked slowly as he concentrated on making a line of knives down the torso.
She smirked, "Now why would I tell you that if I want to win?" She continued throwing as well, constantly improving.
"Because I asked." He said looking over at her. He stared at her and continued to throw knives, dead on.
"And why should you deserve an answer?" She challenged, getting closer and closer to the bulls eye.
"Nevermind" he put the knives down and walked over to the spear throwing station. He picked up a javelin, pulled his arm back and obliterated a small target made of hay.
She sighed and kept working alone.
He walked up to a dummy with a three pronged spear. He turned his back to it, moved his left foot backwards in a crescent motion, pushed the handle of the spear into its stomach. He then switched right foot over his left, twisted his body around and smashed the spear into the dummy's scull.
ℒɨφƞ Ƕҿα®Ϯ ☪Samantha☪ wrote: "Catt didn't know where to go. She wanted to go to the gauntlet knowing she could pass through it easily. But she knew that wouldn't be veary good for her reputation, so she went over to try and 'at..."
Kaiden looked down at the girl, who was asking how t worked. She seemed a bit tiny and frightened, but there was something about her that was misleading that he couldn't place his finger on. "All you have to do is jump from bench to bench without falling. The rest you'll find out for yourself when you try."
Kaiden looked down at the girl, who was asking how t worked. She seemed a bit tiny and frightened, but there was something about her that was misleading that he couldn't place his finger on. "All you have to do is jump from bench to bench without falling. The rest you'll find out for yourself when you try."
Catt nodded. When the man looked at her she could see he was smart. The way his eyes searched for something in her face. She knew she had to be very convincing. "Are you going to try?" She asked, still speaking quiet.
Adela watched as Sicily moved on silently, eyes narrowing for a moment. She was either trying build alliances or find weaknesses. It didn't quite matter to Adela, but it was pretty clear. Moving to the knots, she glanced up every so often to see the progress of the others.
Elita continued shooting the arrows but then stopped. She went over to the camouflage part of the room and painted her arm exactly like the tree behind her.
Elita looked up and nodded. She made one imperfection. Elita may have cursed loudly since and she decided to continue painting her arm.
She placed it against a tree and smiled. One imperfection was nice enough.
She placed it against a tree and smiled. One imperfection was nice enough.
"Well my mother was a perfectionist in the bloodbath, and my dad was a perfectionist in the camouflage." Elita said simply erasing the paint off her arm and repainting it a different item.
Animal Hunting
Archery
Axes
Boxing
Camouflage
Edible Insects
Edible Plants
Fire Making
Fishing
Hammock Making
Hand-to-Hand Combat
Knives
Knots
Ropes Course
Shelters
Sickles
Slingshots
Snare-setting
Spears
Swimming
Swords
The Gauntlet
Tree Climbing
Tridents
Weight-lifting
Wrestling
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