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Post by Vester Lombard on Jul 18, 2013 10:27:44 GMT -6
Your name is called and you enter the training center alone. The sponsors sit in a viewing deck up above, judging your every move. You look around at the 12 stations, trying to decide which of your skills will impress the sponsors the most. You take a bow and begin your routine.
Use any combination of your best skills to create the most impressive and creative routine.
SUBMISSION DEADLINE: 11:00 PM, Saturday, August 3
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Aug 2, 2013 6:30:00 GMT -6
To start off Dolan shows off his well rounded capabilities by starting a fire, and then showing off his ability to be proficient with at least some melee weapons. He then paints himself at the stealth station and blends into the wall.
Dolan finishes and grabs materials from the trap station and constructs several of his most destructive and brutal traps. He crafted and set up one of the trap's he had used the day before that would split someone in half, a deadly spiked pitfall, a net lined with serrated blades, a trap that would snare and dangle an opponent helplessly by one leg, and finally Dolan grabbed some material from survival and showed off his ability to craft a trap from basic materials.
Dolan showcases his traps similarly to the day before by painting the likeness of Decimus, Derrin, Quinn, and Millie, then tossed them into the traps where they are brutally ripped apart, speared, or diced up. For his last trap Dolan himself stepped into it, at which point he was strung up by one leg in the air, struggling for but a moment he uses his knowledge of traps and escape to free himself from the trap with minimal harm to himself.
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Post by Jaden Fox on Aug 2, 2013 11:29:37 GMT -6
With the help of the trainers, Jaden set up a rig of 8 moving targets that would all converge on a center point. Jaden grabs his favorite longbow from the ranged weapon section and takes his place at the center. He states his name and district to the sponsors, and gives them a low bow.
The hanging targets begin sliding towards him from different directions and different speeds. The sponsors lean forward to watch. There is no conceivable way he can hit 8 targets before they all collide into him. Jaden nocks 2 arrows and lets them go, sending 2 targets to the floor. With lightning speed he nocks two more and disables two targets behind him. The remaining targets converge on him and he spins and rolls to escape the collisions. As the targets swing past him he rolls up onto one knee and takes two more shots of two arrows each. With all 8 targets on the floor he bows again and silently exits the training center.
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Post by Adriana "Age" Leaf on Aug 2, 2013 11:55:56 GMT -6
After grabbing three knives, Age heads to the stealth station which is filled with fake trees and planters of tall grass. At the other end of the fake woods is a rotating camera drone designed to detect sound and movement. Age’s small size helps her to hide behind narrow tree trunks and crawl through the grass undetected by the drone. When she finally gets within 20 feet of the drone she waits just a moment for the camera to turn away from her. Then before the drone can react she leaps out of the grass, flinging one of the knives into the lens of the camera and then sprinting into close combat distance where she uses the remaining two knives to cut the legs off the drone. Never aware of her presence, the drone topples to the ground and she triumphantly exits the room.
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Post by Quinn Watson on Aug 2, 2013 11:59:53 GMT -6
Quinn enters the room and gives the judges a sarcastic wave.
"Oh boy, what are we doing today?" He pauses.
"Well I can't just stand here." He turns to the trapping section and builds a series of complex traps in a line. Quinn looks around at the room and he walks to the end on the line. He spies the trainer from the gathering section in his direction. He looks down at the floor and begins muttering things to himself. Suddenly, his eyes light up and a mischievous smile crosses his face. He approaches the trainer.
When he comes close enough, he dashes up to the trainer and steals some of the herbs from the section and dashes away. The trainer yells at Quinn and starts to chase after him until he dashes into his series of traps.
"Remember, Quinn, it's just like running away from the bullies at school." Quinn lets out a yell as he starts detonating and escaping from all his traps. Finally, he reaches the end. Quinn's eyes are wide and he's breathing heavily. He looks back at the traps and lets out a long whistle. After a moment, he gathers himself and then exits the room with a wave behind his back.
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Post by Katie James on Aug 2, 2013 17:05:25 GMT -6
It was finally time to show off her battle prowess. She grabbed two one handed axes and started to twirl them in her hands. She then changed the temperature control of the room to be extremely cold. Her plan was to endure the elements with a combination of her survival skills and general health/toughness while destroying a set of wooden targets in melee combat. Then while leaving the room she would quickly identify a few plants near the exit.
She had purposefully chosen wooden targets as chopping wood was how she first became accustomed to using an axe. She frequently needed to make firewood for her family and on many occasions protect her family from peacekeepers who were trying to abuse their power. All she had for a weapon was her wood chopping axe and it served her well. She became so proficient at using them that she eventually became capable of dual wielding them to fend off the peacekeepers from attacking her family... or if she got in trouble with the peacekeepers herself for one reason or another...
In any case, she was able to make quick work of the targets despite the cold weather. She would also twirl her axes while running between targets to show off as much as she could. When she finished her routine she went over to a setup of plants near the exit and identified them as she had planned.
When she finally finished she waved to the sponsors and left.
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Post by Kimber Beck on Aug 2, 2013 21:32:14 GMT -6
Kimber took a deep breath to steady herself. She had asked for a maze-like obstacle course with five instructors spread around within it. A couple of them will be moving throughout the maze and the rest will be stationary. She didn't know where any of them were. Her goal was to get through the obstacle course and grab a bell that was attached to each of the instructors' waist with the ultimate goal of not getting caught, but not getting seen would be a plus. In the end, she just needed to make it to the other side with all five bells. She was also wearing several bells herself (a couple on her wrists and ankles as well as on her torso), making it difficult to move around without any noise.
She moved around for a while before entering the maze, getting a feel for how the bells react. Once she felt comfortable she entered the maze without a sound. The first instructor she came to was stationary. She breathed an inner sigh of relief and grabbed the bell without any problems.
The second instructor was a close call. She ran into another stationary, but just as she was about to grab the bell a moving instructor came around the corner. She had to make a swift motion that caused the bell on her wrist to make the slightest noise. She hid, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was sure she was heard and waited for the instructor to peak his head around the corner. He didn't though.
Kimber relaxed and focused again. She peeked around the corner to make sure the other instructor had moved on and quickly grabbed the bell. She then went in the direction she thought the moving instructor went. She spotted them after several meters. This one was going to be difficult. It took some patience, but eventually she was able to time it so she could sneak up, grab the bell, and hide behind the corner they just passed.
Which ended up being a bad move. She was spotted by the other moving instructor. They started to come towards her and she quickly ran the other way, surprising herself by making close to no noise. She was able to get away and hide again without any problems. She found the second moving instructor and got the bell using the same tactic as before.
After going through all that the last instructor was easy. She exited the maze holding up the five bells. She felt a little proud of herself. She did end up getting seen by one of the instructors, but it wasn't because she made too much noise. In the end she was able to demonstrate some of her escape skills as well. She left the room hoping she impressed at least one of the judges.
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Post by Natalya Aeglaeca on Aug 2, 2013 22:59:44 GMT -6
Natalya enters the room and does not acknowledge the gamemaker, panel, or trainers. Why should she give them the satisfaction of seeing her angry she used to be one of them after all...
She quickly thought of her past and the part of her childhood that she had spent as a capitol citizen. It had ended when her father--a capitol official--was exiled along with her family. They were forced to live in the icy eighth district where they had to start over and learn how to survive. Now, she was back but only for a short time. She would play their game but her way.
She walked over and sat down next to some wood and foliage pieces and began construing a mini woodland landscape covering the ground with moss and constructing tree-like structures out of the wood and leaves. The trainers seemed to loose interest and turned their gaze towards the other stations..."perfect", she thought.
She used her stealth and the surroundings she had created and crept over to the first trainer and attacked him from behind--she didn't need a weapon--and took him down silently. She then moved on to the second trainer and attacked her from behind. She took her down in an unarmed combat fight, but this drew the attention of the third trainer who picked up a knife and ran towards her. Natalya drew him towards her survival station and dodged his attacks by using her surroundings before taking him down by knocking him off his feet and delivering a blow to his head rendering him unconscious. She surveyed the room and then headed swiftly towards the exit.
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Post by William Mandela on Aug 2, 2013 23:19:22 GMT -6
William had asked for, and actually assisted in the modification of, one of the facilities 'endless' pools to be converted into a makeshift white water rapid. He stand above the rushing waters in field gear, carrying his beloved knapsack. "The shoes hold on to water and simulate heavy gear better than any surrogate, and are far easier to replace" the words of his mentor resound in his head.
"Yeah sure, just a regular day at the office" he tells himself.
Hoisting his trident, he widens his stance and prepared to jump. After a short plummet, he enters the bracing waters and is enveloped in the all-consuming roar of the currents. Using his extended legs and rudders he maneuvers around the raging waters and at find the surface. Kicking like an old electric egg beater, he retains his upright stance despite the water's best efforts to drag him into its murky depths. Rapidly arching and flexing his back, he gains a torso's height above the swells and readies his throw.
The trident races through the air and finds its mark mid-belly, its barbed points dig deep knto the dummy with the rushing water's added momentum. "Not a critical wound, but those barbs WILL tear flesh on their way out, and the bacteria in this stream should lead to infection. Not a swift death. No, a very slow and agonizing one, but death no less" he carefully notes.
Reaching the end of the raging torrents, he clambers out and navigates west, towards the setting sun.
He finds a simulated clearing (played here by several support girders arrainged in a semicircle) he demonstrates his ability to start a small cooking fire, even while he, himself, is soaking wet and cold. He searches the "clearing, several potted plants are available to him. He picks one out to use as a basic salve to clot a scratch he sustained below his eye on the rapids. He also collects some Mormon Tea to settle his stomach.
After a moment's pause he thinks to cover his tracks, he drags a breen branch over the path he took from the faux river to his xamp and scatters some dry leaves.
Its not much, and its certainly far from impressive in any one aspect, but William hopes the sponsors can he what he is for more than the sum of his parts.
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Post by Talia Zinten on Aug 3, 2013 3:24:22 GMT -6
Every television screen across Panem flickers as their channels are forcibly switched to the Capitol News Network. A man dressed in an dark purple suit holds a microphone to address the nation.
"Good evening, people of Panem! This is Caesar Flickerman interrupting tonight's episode of 'Tortured Kittens' to bring you a special Hunger Games interview! Here is live footage of District Three's most verbose tribute, Talia Zinten!"
A chorus of grunting is heard as six peacekeepers struggle to lay down an enormous boulder near a table filled with bright purple rolls. The camera pans around the training center to reveal an incredible display of training and combat materials.
The bounce in Talia's step as she entered the room showed her excitement as she sat at the table, facing the sponsor's booth. Smiling at them, she selects a roll from the pile and devours a mouthful.
"You haff forgoffen a crucial phomponent for my dephonstraphion." She said, her mouth full with half a muffin.
"Miss Zinten," A voice called out from the sponsor's booth. "We have provided everything on the list you submitted for your demonstration tonight. Including the magnetized daggers, ionic fireworks and-" She pauses, checking her notes. "-as many weight-racks as possible."
Caesar Flickerman's voice broke in through the training center's speaker system.
"Talia, dear. We have every viewer in Panem on the edge of their seats to see your spectacle! What will you do?" He paused dramatically.
"Enjoy another muffin, Mr. Flickerman." She replied, smiling into the camera.
"But the boulders! The cinder block pyramids! The twenty-two complete weight sets you requested!" Cried Caesar excitedly through the microphone.
"Those? I simply wanted to make-" She turned toward the peacekeepers assembled on the room's far side. "those simpletons provided by the Capitol spend time lifting heavy objects."
"WHY YOU LITTLE-" A scuffle is heard as the peacekeepers struggle to hold the frenzied martial arts trainer back, eventually dragging him from the room.
"We both know this contest is fraudulent, Mr. Flickerman. Every year twenty-four children are taken from their homes to murder each other! People of Panem, by all means continue watching the upcoming games! All you have to do for evil to prevail is no-"
The feed is cut, switching to a bewildered Caesar Flickerman asking another question. Caught mid-sentence, he stutters a moment before the episode of 'Tortured Kittens' resumes.
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Post by Fenlen Hux on Aug 3, 2013 10:57:09 GMT -6
Fenlen strode into the room, trying to look confident but not too overexcited. He gave those watching him a quick nod, and made for a bow and arrow. He first practiced some shooting at stationary targets, showing off speed and precision. Next he moved on to moving targets and showed off his accuracy. He grabbed some spears and knives and tried to pretend he was hunting back home. This was dinner. His breathing was steady and he concentrated hard. He showcased his hunting and long range skills for no longer than necessary before he gave them another short nod (more of a longer bow this time) and walked out.
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Post by Derrin Verittia on Aug 3, 2013 18:14:36 GMT -6
Derrin had been waiting in the room for three solid minutes. The people who were supposed to spectate him were growing quite impatient. Eventually one of them asked where the boy from District Six was supposed to be. He informed him to count him as a no show if he did not show up in the next five minutes. He then commented that they were busy people and did not have time for useless reject districts.
Derrin fell down from the ceiling and then bowed to the men. He looked at them and said, “Why my dear sir…I have been here this whole time, simply waiting for you to comment on my absence. After all how else could a prove stealth then to deceive you all so easily.”
Derrin was not going to win in the demonstration section either. He honestly did not care at this point about sponsors and he had informed his mentor and he had been pissed as well. Derrin was going to run this show whether or not any other district wanted him to or not. Even the Capitol would have some issues with the Orphaned boy of Six.
He gave them a smile and stood up. He said, “Ladies and Gentleman, my o my what an honor it is to finally meet the eyes of my actual killers. Truly it is an honor to see the highest men in the Capitol in terms of slaughtering helpless children.”
He started to slowly clap and then it got faster and faster as he looked individually from one to the next. He gave them a whistle and said, “Alright I fulfilled my end of the deal by showing you a skill that I am half decent at. I am certain everyone did their best and most complicated things to show you. I come offering something a tad bit different from the rest.”
He picked up a bow and fiddled with it. Strung up an arrow and shot it, missing completely almost as if he had never touched a bow in his life. “I find the Hunger Games to be far…far too boring would you not agree?” He then tried to make a trap and ended up getting his hand caught up in the rope, “Sorry one moment” After falling over and finally grabbing a sword and cutting himself lose and laughing a bit, he got himself free and ran over to the men again.
“I have decided to give myself a challenge. I plan to get one person to the end of the Hunger Games. Sure it’s easy to get yourself to the end, but let me ask you this? How hard is it to get someone else? O my they could be stupid or whatever, terrible really. The challenging part? Well I don’t want you guys to know whom I am protecting. I want the audience to bet. I will become a knight, a scape goat, and simple peasant, and sacrifice myself before I allow them to die. It will be a glorious game.”
He started to cackle like a crazed man and then laughed as hard as he could at the ceiling. “I will do it without harming a single other contestant. Now I hope this is shown to everyone. I’ll even start to informed everyone else. I am sorry District Six hopefuls. Give everything to Kimber Beck that you would normally give to me. I will not be winning this game!”
He laughed again and then grabbed a nearby throwing knight and stabbed himself in the left hand. “Blood Oath you fools, Now I can’t win the games!” he then slide it all way down past his wrist to his elbow. A medical team was called immediately. "Pain is for the weak gentleman."
He waved, almost trying to fling the blood onto the game makers.
“Alright bye bye now, I’ll catch you guys later. Have fun trying to figure out whom I like the most out of everyone!” He liked then knife and slurped a bit for good measure and gave them one last crazy eye and cackle.
With that he took off his shirt, Put some blood on it, and then threw it at the Game makers. Then he swaggered his way out of the room.
Damn…that hurt.
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Post by Alys Stout on Aug 3, 2013 19:14:38 GMT -6
"Up next, our smallest competitor to date- Alys Stout!" roared Caesar Flickerman's voice over the loud speaker.
Yes, she was little, but she was fierce.
The game makers had provided her with three dummies. Alys bowed to each of the judges and then began.
She ran to the first dummy and pulverized it with a flying kicked. Once they both hit the floor, Alys animalisticly tore the dummy apart, using her teeth to devour the dummy. The judges were shocked when she began devouring the contents of the dummy, as if cannibalistically. Though it was only cow's flesh, it sent a message that Alys was willing to do anything to survive.
She slowly walked around the first dummy, scarlet blood running down her neck. She used the parts from the dummy to rig up a master trap. Canvas, sticks and the lure of food. She attached a pole to the second dummy, manipulating it like a puppet. It nearly looked lifelike as it fell into the trap, and was swooped and hung upside down by its feet.
She played with the third and final dummy, taking her time to annihilate it. She gave it her all, showing all of her unarmed combat moves, sending a message to the judges that though she was little, she was not someone to be messed with.
She left the training center, licking her blood stained lips.
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Post by Anna Lansbury on Aug 3, 2013 20:20:49 GMT -6
Anna had requested that the room be set up so that there were multiple pillars set up in a maze like fashion and that multiple trainers be deployed into the maze with weapons. When asked what weapon she would be given she merely smirked and said... "none."
She entered the room unable to see any of the enemies she knew were in the room somewhere. She swiftly poked her head around the first pillar and saw no sign of the enemies. The years she spent hunting growing up and the training she had in stealth would shine in a challenge like this. She ducks behind one of the pillars and goes still. Listening... always listening...
One... two... three... four... five... Five of them that she can hear off the bat. Four of them moving in groups of two, one by himself. He's first. She thought to herself. She begins moving toward his sound signature without a sound. When she gets to the opposite side of the pillar he is near she freezes. Waiting for him to make a move. He begins to walk around the pillar and that's when Anna strikes.
Parrying and grabbing the bamboo reed out of the trainers hand she resets and slams him across the head with it. The trainer crumbles and the others notice the sound. Without hesitation she drops the reed and darts back into the maze of pillars. By the time the other six get there, she is long gone.
So there are six then... It might be harder now, six is too many to take at once. I'll have to hope they split up again. She goes still again and waits. Eventually they split into two groups, three and three. As they move, she heads back to the first trainer's body and grabs his shoes. Then she ducks back into the maze.
She approaches the first group of three without them noticing. She throws the first shoe at the trainer on the left, and the second at the trainer in the middle. Confused it takes them a second or two to regain composure. By then the trainer on the right is already unconscious on the ground, his nose broken and bleeding. The other two guards come at her with the reeds she grabs one and turns it on the left trainer, sweeping his legs out from under him. The second trainer connects a hit which she shakes off. She cracks the trainer on the ground with the reed and lets go of it. Then she disarms the final trainer and subdues him with her fists.
Well, three down. Unfortunately there was no way to get back to cover because the final three were almost on her. Luckily the first was a little bit ahead of the other three. Easy... She doesn't even try to disarm the first trainer, she turns her body to take the strike in a non vital area and counters with a brutal punch to the head. The trainer falls limp on the ground. She picks up his reed and blocks the trainer on the left, while catching the reed of the trainer on the right. Pulling the reed from his hands, she turns the reed in her strong hand (right) on the trainer that still has a weapon. Once he is down she drops both reeds. I bet he thinks I'm giving him a better chance by not using a weapon... hah The trainer comes in on her, as he does she lowers her center of gravity, turns to avoid the hit and finishes the challenge with the knee to his abdomen. He immediately yields as he begins coughing blood.
Anna then straightens to her full height for the first time since she entered the room. Curtsies to the onlookers, and glides out of the room.
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Post by Sophie Parker on Aug 3, 2013 20:55:06 GMT -6
A knife whizzes through the air. Thud. It hits the target.
The gamemakers spin around and stare at the girl. Sophie had managed to sneak her way in.
Sophie throws another, hitting the target again. She continues to throw knifes, some hitting their mark, a few not so much.
She looks at them, they look at her. They murmur. She bows then leaves.
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Post by Mallory Sharpe on Aug 3, 2013 21:06:23 GMT -6
Mallory took a deep breath as she entered the room. She wasn’t sure how to impress the judges. She wasn’t even sure if she COULD impress the judges. Staring at the stations for a long minute, Mallory made up her mind. Here goes nothing
Running over to a station, she quickly donned makeup and began to camouflage herself. Grabbing a bow, she ducked behind one of the stations. Waiting a moment, she popped up and fired a barrage of arrows at one of the far stations, knocking off items with precision honed by practicing with Jaden. She quickly dropped down out of view of the judges, only to pop up once again, letting loose another burst. The arrows struck home once again. Mallory continued the process until she had depleted her arrows.
Chest heaving from the exertion and drenched in sweat, she stood up unsteadily. Unsure of how to exit, she set her bow down on the nearest table and gave a slight and awkward bow to the judges.
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Post by Decimus Augusta on Aug 3, 2013 21:58:12 GMT -6
Decimus enter the room, seven men in riot gear and batons circle him. 'do your worst.' whispers Decimus. The men spring to action bashing Decimus with their weapons, but he doesn't fight back. The game makers begin to panic, 'stop, your killing him!' yells one of them. Just then Decimus springs to life 'my turn now,' he growls blood running down his face. He grabs the first opponent and throws him across the room. He back spin kicks the next oppressor in the face dodging a blow from the third. He enters a mui thia clinch on the fourth and bashes his face in with knees to his chest. The rest of the match is show of all the martial arts. He ends the slaughter by taking the last man, lifting him above his head and bashing over his knee.
Health/unarmed
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Post by Millie Cartwright on Aug 3, 2013 22:03:31 GMT -6
Millie walked up the the entrance of the training room as Mallory exited the room. She smiled at her, "I'm sure you did amazing!" She walked past her into the room she was sure Mallory was tired. It had been a long day and she was sure Mallory needed some rest.
As she entered the room Millie smile at the sponsors. She had been told that this showed confidence and she needed to project as much of that as she could right now.
"Alright," she thought to herself, "it's now or never."
Millie took the punching daggers out from inside her shirt. They had been hard to procure but her mentor had helped her find some. She hoped it showed off her ability with a sword as well as her new found skill with her fists. "Especially," she mused to herself, "with the "abilities" that had made these weapons so hard to find."
There was a curtain in front of Millie that blocked her view of the entire room. On the other side of the curtain there were a plethora of targets set up in various locations of the room as well as various obstacles. At least they were made to look like obstacles. They would end up helping her with the stealth portion of her demonstration. She hasn't seen how they had even set up. Her mentor had seen to that while she was out of the room. "Alright I'm only going to have three seconds so I better make it count," she thought as fitted a metallic blind fold to her head. The front was lifted up to provide her the ability to see for now
"Alright I'm ready!" She shouted. The curtain dropped and she had a view of the set up of the room for three seconds. She used all of her knowledge of scouting ability to commit the layout of the room to memory. The the front of the blindfold flipped down mechanically over her eyes. "Now!" She shouted.
The lights turned off and the room was plunged into darkness. When the lights returned 10 seconds later Millie was no where in sight.
Suddenly Millie appeared as though through magic behind one of the dummies that had been set up. The truth was that she had moved as quickly as possible through the darkness to the location that she remembered some cover had been.
Millie took out the target showcasing a mixture of her sword fighting prowess and the fluid fighting style Decimus had taught her. Using the memory from the scouting she had done at the beginning and her stealth she had mastered back home she moved from cover to cover without using sight.
It was almost hard to follow her location. One second she was destroying a target and the next second a blur shot across the room only to have her appear from a completely different location to destroy another target.
As she destroyed the final target she lept to the center of the room and stood stock still "Any second now..." She thought to herself. A trainer from district one entered the room and walked through the room and into the center across from her. He had been the master swordsman whose job it had been to refine her skills before the games. Usually he would be helping her bit today he had been instructed by her mentor to strike to kill. They spun around and backed up against each other.
"Showtime!" She thought.
The trainer swept at her legs with his blade. "Too easy," Millie though as she heard the movements of the blade. She lept backward into a handstand and sprung off her hands to put distance between her and the man trying to kill her. Millie smiled through her blindfold and flicked the release on the side of her blades. The blades extended to the full length of a sword and a second later Mille was rushing back at the man.
Their blades shot off sparks as parry after block locked the two in a deadly hold. Mille dove to the right to get in an attack at an area she knew he would have exposed but as she moved downward she felt his blade strike her in the arm. It stung but she smiled. "Bad move," she smirked.
Mille pushed her arm up at the blade driving it deeper into her arm creating an opening at his chest. She took a half step back with her hind leg and then pushed all her weight directly into his chest. He toppled to the floor and Millie knelt over him her knee driving into him and pinning him to the floor.
"Submit?" She said with her blade at his throat. "Submit," he replied reluctantly.
Millie took off the blindfold and helped her trainer up. She smiled at him. "thanks, "she said.
She bowed to the sponsors and started to leave the room. "What else did they expect from District One?" She thought to herself happily.
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Post by Titus Volta on Aug 3, 2013 22:14:28 GMT -6
Titus enters the room, his mind at ease. He places a blindfold on and sits lotus style in the middle of the floor. A man roughly twice his size charges him at full strength. Titus moves to the side and with ease rips his throat out. Not a moment later three men come at him from all sides. He administers a sidekick to the man to his rear while simultaneously pressing down on the eyes of the opponent at 3oclock. As the 3 two men fell to the ground he elbowed the third man in the gut and quickly broke his clavicle. Then there was silence. One more man came at him from behind but was met by the heel of his foot to his sternum. He quickly administers the fatal blow before removing his blindfold and walking away. It's the first time he's felt like himself since he's arrived.
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Post by David Spanial on Aug 3, 2013 22:20:56 GMT -6
David is escorted into the interview room. He looks determined. He sees that the game makers have laid put an assortment of plants for him. They clearly know him. David stares up at the the makers looking down at him.
He begins.
David's concentration is sharp and focused. He is careful with the how he handles the plants. He clearly has an extensive knowledge of the plant life which he handles. In the end, David is sweaty and dirty. A small vial of oil sits I'm the palm of his hand.
"I require a small animal." David cries.
A squirrel is brought to him.
"if I have done my due diligence, this squirrel will not only grow 15% larger, but it will be immensily faster."
David applies the drops to the vermines tongue. It tales a second but it starts to grow. As it grows, the animal begins to shake and them darts off, bouncing off the walls uncontrollably.
David smirks to himself...
"As you can see, the desired result has been reached."
At that moment, the squirrel stopped. It screams a deafening screech. The squirrel spazems, and dies. David looks shocked, but quickly covers his dismay.
"...As you can see, uh... My enemy's will have a great deal to... Expect... Thank you."
David quickly walks out.
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Post by Perrin Torly on Aug 3, 2013 22:48:30 GMT -6
The training room is a flurry of snow. The weather machines have created an artificial blizzard inside the slightly darkened room. Though protected from the torrent, the spectators see little as the fierce wind blows snow in all directions.
Suddenly, the middle of the room is illuminated as a spark of light appears, and quickly grows into a roaring fire, which illuminates the lone figure of Perrin, standing unfazed amidst the blizzard before his incredible fire built despite the chilling snow and wind. Standing in nothing but a light jacket and pants, his powerful build struck an imposing yet improbable figure in the snow.
Before the starkness of the image can fade, there appear five enemies with weapons surrounding him. Quickly assessing the situation, Perrin, unarmed, ducks to the two farthest from the others. Disabling one with a deft blow to the stomach, he dodges the arrow shot from the other and knocks him out with a blow to the head.
Turning back to the other three, who had started to surround him, Perrin picks up a flaming log and throws it at one of them to distract him as he attacks the other two. Easily weaving around their wide swings, he kicks the legs out of under one of them and makes quick work of the other. Turning to the final foe, he smiled as the attack came, and sidestepping once, he simply disarmed the man, and knocked him out with his own weapon.
Tossing his foe’s weapon on his unconscious body, Perrin bowed and left, disappearing into the still raging blizzard.
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Post by Baldwin Gamut on Aug 3, 2013 22:59:56 GMT -6
A bangled tiger struts into the room as I pull a nice hunk of meat from a lunch pale. It doesn't take long for the exotic beast to take notice. The tiger lunges at me with great force and knocks me to the ground. I push back his enormous head with my hands and counter his attack. Before the animal is able to react, I'm on top of him holding him in a sleeper hold. The beast tears through the room with me on his back. The tiger begins to sway side to side and soon passes out. I raise my arms in victory.
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