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Post by Gaston Gallant on Jul 29, 2014 15:15:19 GMT -6
Gaston sat in the common area thinking about everything that was going on in these games. What few things he knew and what people he thought were starting to get into which alliances. He had done a pretty bad job so far on this end. It looked like one and two were together but honestly a slightly larger alliance would look better.
He had his survival book in front of him taking a break from it with his cheat sheet he made on the commonalities of different cooked meats and plant colorations. Basically he was studying cooking, in other words or at least as much as he would be able to use in the arena. Next to that book was a book of diseases and how to treat injuries. Next to that was a builder’s guide to foundations and raw materials. While a shelter was unlikely he may have a chance at this saving him. Maybe…
He was bored though, and was honestly hoping he might find another person taking it easy in-between their training sessions. Company would be delightful.
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Post by Arnie Thistle on Jul 29, 2014 15:26:36 GMT -6
Arnie walked away from the gym, exhausted from his training. Not yet hungry but anxious he wandered around until he saw Gaston Gallant with a spread of training materials that Arnie couldn't dream of tackling.
"As much time as I spent out in the fields working with the land, I never learned how to deal with the stuff way outside my tended fields. I'm pretty out of date on that stuff, mind if I take a look?" Arnie hoped he could find a friend in these uncertain times. The guy was training with one of Arnie's own weaknesses, two brains were better than one.
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Post by Gaston Gallant on Jul 29, 2014 17:04:44 GMT -6
A boy walked up to him whose name seemed to escape him. It was probably because he had a thousand and one plants and combination going through his head. He worked in the fields so that made him…what District Nine?
He asked if he could look through with him and Gaston stood and offered a hand to shake, “Sure thing, my name is Gaston Gallant of District 2. I was brushing up on survival because combat is my forte.” As such the only other thing to kill him would be the wilds themselves.
After shaking his hand and getting an introduction Gaston smiled though. “It’s a darn shame when someone is lost merely due to a lack of knowledge of their surroundings. Take any book you like.” He gave him a smile and then decided to be more forward. “What’s it like in your District?”
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Post by Arnie Thistle on Jul 29, 2014 17:40:15 GMT -6
"It's a nice place that swings beautifully from season to season. Well the crops are beautiful that is, more and more I see things start to need repair and it is hard to find the time or resources to fix it all." As Arnie looked away to start his work he made a note to find a book about building structures in the off chance he made it through this game and could take back a skill to his people.
"I suppose crumbling structures aren't a thing you're ever concerned about with your district. What is it like there?"
Arnie looked around quickly found an exhaustive guide of making traps and snares and Arnie set to work. For the moment learning these skills were more important than worrying about home.
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Post by Gaston Gallant on Jul 29, 2014 18:07:35 GMT -6
Gaston imagined the thought of a district that actually changed from season to season. There were small changes in District 2 but nothing specific enough other than the weather to really warrant mentioning. He attempted to imagine crops and growth. All the little things in life for the boy before him. He found it a place that might be relaxing. He actually lowered his shoulders for once picturing it. “That…sounds like a pretty sweet place to live. I would not trade it for living in the Capitol mind you, but still it sounds lovely.”
He thought about his comment and chuckled, “No, we are most definitely not worried about the failing of structures. “Not that you are a fan but there are a lot of peacekeepers and wannabe peacekeepers. It’s sort of the thing you do if you career and never get to Volunteer. Not Volunteering though is sort of a badge of shame if you never try to.” He remembered the mines and decided to say, “Not much green, more mines and buildings. The “gym” is where you see people my age all the time.” Technically it was illegal to raise those to be tributes but for some reason it was never brought down upon District 2.
“Quarry workers in the mountains still get it rough though, we may looked blessed, and truth be told we are, but if you take the easy non-lethal life, you suffer for it. That my friend is what not a lot of people know about District 2.”
He gave him a smile though, one of true delight. “Honestly though I love the life I picked and this…being here. Is honestly the highlight of my life. I would not have traded it for anything else.”
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Post by Seth Judkins on Jul 29, 2014 18:57:11 GMT -6
As Seth finished placing his messages around the tables, he overheard Gaston talking smack about the peacekeepers District 2.
"The peacekeepers aren't just a bunch of meathead careers," Seth interrupted. "Being a peacekeeper is the most honorable job there is. Everyone talks poorly of them, but with all the cheating and stealing and violence that happens in the districts, they would have all crumbled into nothing if it weren't for the peacekeepers keeping them together. There's a lot of people in the force that had no interest in volunteering for the games, and they risked their lives serving District 2. They were good people doing the right thing, and they shouldn't have to feel ashamed because of people like you."
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Post by Gaston Gallant on Jul 29, 2014 19:11:11 GMT -6
Apparently…someone did not like the way I was speaking.
Gaston turned his head to Seth and allowed him to speak. He did not want to cause a commotion in the common area, yet here one was building. Gaston listened to everything and said, “I apologize if there is a misunderstanding at my explanation. I did not intend to sully the very job I was planning on doing if this whole career thing did not pan out.”
He stood up and put a fist over his heart and gave his best gentlemanly bow. “I respect the incredibly smart and gifted peacekeepers that do their best to literally hold peace. They are not at fault most of the time and sometimes have to make very difficult decisions or simply sometimes must follow orders.”
He looked back at the boy whom he did not know and said, “I was merely expressing something that flows through my district. I did not mean to cause shame or hurt feelings. For my inability to articulate my proper thoughts, I am in the wrong.”
He lowered his head once more in submission to this boy who explained the correct viewpoint. “Is there any way I could remedy this misunderstanding?” He was curious how he would react.
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Post by Seth Judkins on Jul 29, 2014 19:27:30 GMT -6
Seth was shocked. He did not expect such a quick apology from a career. Seth realized maybe he too had placed some undue judgment. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. "I accept your apology, and must admit I am also in the wrong. I should not have assumed all careers are meatheads that are looking to pick a fight." "Well, if you really are interested in the profession, perhaps you would like to join my tutoring session. You might be able to learn a thing or two from an ACTUAL peacekeeper." Seth sits down next to Gaston and whispers something as he shows him a small object. Seth disccreetly shows Gaston a District 2 peacekeeper badge. "I can't really say this out loud, but it turns out we're from the same town." |
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Post by Anton Schuhmacher on Aug 1, 2014 23:15:25 GMT -6
Anton entered the common area and spotted Gaston. "Hey! I've been looking for you. I've finally found somewhere a bit more private to talk if you're still interested." He then shook Gaston's hand and put a piece of paper in his hand
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