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Jul 14, 2014 12:12PM
"I mainly use it to relax."
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"I use it to... swim... and stuff..." He mumbled
"No duh, its called swimming."
She laughed and swam on her side and sang in a sing song voice, "Judging, judging, judging, judging."
She rolled her eyes, "Or what?"
"I'll splash you..." He said with a laugh.
"Take this!" He said as he splashed her.
He went underwater to the bottom of the pool and thought, "Cant splash me here..."
She dove under and sprung up right in his face with a huge splash.
Adela nodded, deciding that it might be best to stick with Felix. Larger and most likely stronger, the eye could be problem, but he had some usefulness. Hopefully it would last long in the arena. Standing, she followed after him.
Chloë entered, heading straight for the swords. She picked one up, testing its weight. "Rubbish," she proclaimed, setting it down. "It's rubbish. Awfully balanced."
He headed for the agility station. Felix paused at the start of the course. "Wanna race?"
Chloë picked up a second sword, and found it to her liking. She swung it a few times, then attacked a dummy, slicing it neatly into pieces. She looked around the room, spotting a pair of tributes standing at the agility course. She walked towards them, then spoke. "Can I join you?"
Sicily sighed, "I need to get back to work. The Hunger Games ironically aren't all fun and games." She climbed out of the pool and put her clothes back on and wrung out her hair. She headed over to the sword center. There was a girl who had just left it and so she was glad. She prefered practicing alone.
Adela had been about to reply, mostly with a comment that it wouldn't be quite fair, when a girl walked over and asked to join. It would be a good way for her to get out of the race, so she accepted, "Sure. Go ahead."
Chloë 'went ahead' in the rather literal sense. She sprinted, leaped and jumped through the course quickly, finishing in a mere twenty seconds.
((Thanks. (: ))Anya entered late, from the elevator, and made her way casually and numbly to three stations, in an effort to frustrate the gamemakers. Being a former soldier for the districts, she could fight well, and knew how to survive on her own. She could kill. She just didn't want to kill her allies, or advertise her skills in front of them as some form of terror. The stands she visited were relatively dull.
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