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Post by Millie Cartwright on Jul 30, 2013 9:48:43 GMT -6
Millie stands shocked for a second and glances at Decimus. He seems to be looking in another direction not caring as normal but if she was a mind reader it seemed as though his mind would be screaming, "Just get it over with. We need this." Millie snapped her atention back back to William.
"Millie Cartwright," Millie said softly as she extended her hand. Millie made a slight giggle escape her lips as he grasped her hand. His hands were battled hardened as though they were weapons themselves. "Hmm...it seems like you know how to use your hands," She said innocently, "and as you can see I know my way around a sword." She sheathed her blade with her free hand.
"So where have you been hiding?" I don't believe I've seen much of you around here." She met his eyes, "Pity...I feel like if we had met earlier we could have done some training together."
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Post by Decimus Augusta on Jul 30, 2013 10:21:13 GMT -6
Decimus turns to look at the two tributes, amused. "Wow, a real Romeo and Juliet romance right in front of my eyes!" he smiles with delight. "You know Millie is like a sister to me, when I found out she hurt her ankle the other day I was beside myself." he says kneeling next to her to inspect the ankle. "With love and will power though I was able to make it as good as new." he twists the injured foot. "See? she doesn't feel any pain at all now!" he smirks looking at Millie doing her best to not break character. "Well, enough with the niceties, let's get to work," he says to William and Millie. He turns to Dolan and adds, "What was your name again? Twat or something? You're idiotic self might as well join us too." Decimus leads the group to the training room.
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Post by Millie Cartwright on Jul 30, 2013 10:28:32 GMT -6
Millie felt the sharp pain as Decimus twisted her ankle. "Damn that bastard," she thought, "he's going to keep me on my toes but I better make sure we remain allies. Us careers have to stick together.
Millie kept the smile on her face as the pain subsided. The ankle might still hurt but it was sure as hell good enough to do what she needed to do in that training room today.
"Anyway, at least William was kind of cute..." she thought to herself.
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Jul 30, 2013 13:11:41 GMT -6
Dolan was beside himself while watching the exchange between the two district 1 tributes and William. So if Harmony didn't show up the two of them would train with Decimus. Watching his thirteen year old training partner make a move on the girl from district 1 almost made him snort. It was so forward and far too assuming for a thirteen year old to be, but he had more balls than Dolan did when it came to matters like this.
Once again Dolan was learning that he should try to live as much as he could before the games, maybe he should be trying to get closer to somebody. Then he shook his head to himself realizing that he would only have to kill them, and it would make it all the harder if he had feelings.
Now Decimus, there was somebody Dolan had feelings for, killy, stabby, bashy feelings.
"Looking forward to seeing you in action district 1." Dolan said with a smile.
"and it's Tawt" Dolan said with slight irritability
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Post by Harmony Locket on Jul 30, 2013 22:41:21 GMT -6
Harmony walked into the pool as the pair from district one were showing off their dominance over each other. She made her way over to the pool side and took a set next to Dolan. "It was very nice to meet you today Dolan in the training arena earlier today. I hope I was able to guide you along your ways of scouting. I may have had a little to much fun." Harmony gave Dolan a slight grin, trying to read the situation.
She could tell that Dolan was having a hard time figuring if he should try and make friends or stay detached from others. "If I'm not mistaken, William told me about your skill in hunting? Is that true. I'd love to learn a little more about you if you're up for it. I bet you and I have a lot more in common than one would think." Harmony nudges him and almost knocks him into the pool.
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Post by William Mandela on Jul 30, 2013 23:22:36 GMT -6
William enters the pool late the night after supposedly training. "What the hell just happened?" he vexes... "Fuck."
He takes a deep breathe and flops into the pool, sinking to the bottom.
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Jul 31, 2013 3:32:48 GMT -6
Dolan blushed a bit when he was nudged by Harmony.
"Man I don't know where William comes up with this stuff. I'm ok at hunting, but I'm nothing spectacular. But if you want to train in it together we can, I wouldn't be opposed to learning a bit more. But I'm not sure yet, I may still head somewhere else. I haven't really decided." Dolan rubbed his forehead, he didn't have any definite decisions yet, he was frustrated by his lack of presence in these games. He could only hope when he met the game makers to demonstrate one last time and gain his score that he really impressed them.
"I bet you're a pretty great swimmer" Dolan said nudging Harmony this time toward the pool, with a grin.
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Post by Alys Stout on Jul 31, 2013 6:21:33 GMT -6
Alys meandered sadly into the pool house. Last place. But what could she expect, she was only 12. She hadn't yet met anyone else as young as her in the games.
She noticed Dolan and William. "Hey." She said. "Can you believe the rankings? I guess I had better try and show the judges what I can do today, they're taking me as a joke!"
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Post by William Mandela on Jul 31, 2013 16:29:41 GMT -6
William resurfaces with his head cleared and notices Alys came in, "Yeah I totally botched my first day too, figures you cant train more than one person, this puts a huge damper on my plans." Eyeing Dolan, "and for the record, I dont think I ever told her you were good at hunting... I mean, I may have but if I did I appologize to both you and her."
He clambers out of the pool and retrieves dry clothes from his knapsack. "Did you guys hear any of that ruckus on the roof last night? Sounded like a bunch of muskrats chittering around...."
" hey if you guys don't have anything better to do you maybe wanna try going up there? The view must be wonderful and maybe the fresh air will do us some good?"
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Post by Harmony Locket on Aug 1, 2013 0:21:17 GMT -6
Harmony jumped into the pool as Alys meandered into the pool room. As she resurfaced from the water, she caught the tale end of Alys and Williams conversation. She quickly chimed in,
"I dont think either of you have anything to worry about. We're all just starting to get an idea of what the sponsors are looking for. We're still very early into these game and we still have to present ourselves to the game maker and sponsors. I may have shown off a bit to much yesterday at the scouting area. However, I still have some tricks up my sleeves. We've all got somethin' to bring to the table. Timing is everythin' my mom always said to me. I think she had a point, if you show your strengths at the right time, you may get a higher score than those other kids trying to show off. I'm going to take it easy tomorrow and try and stay back and use the training time for honing my skills."
Harmony pulls herself back out of the water as William mentions the rooftop.
"That's not a bad idea. I was thinking about spending some time in the pool tomorrow anyways. I'll go up with you."
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Post by Dolan Tawt on Aug 1, 2013 17:12:36 GMT -6
Dolan returned from the training center to the pool. He sat there in a foul mood with his feet dangling in the water. falling back with a thump Dolan thought about what he had done in his demonstration of his trap making capabilities.
"I've probably just made myself his first target." Dolan said miserably. He had not thought this through.
"I can only hope that he is on the farthest starting point from me so I can get a head start."
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Post by William Mandela on Aug 2, 2013 23:33:48 GMT -6
William enters the pool in a rageful fugue. His mind storms with what is but, isn't; could,and should be. His sick of himself, soitting at his own reflection in the water. He slams himself down into chair by the side of the pool, this seems to be the knly place he can clear his head, where he can think. Where we WANTS to be alone, and just isn't by fate. "...that ass, Quinn. If he lays a hand on her I'll remove it and wear it as a good-luck charm around my neck. I'll tear his chest open and beat his heart with my bare hand if it means he's awake to witness the rest..." He stops mid thought, suddenly sensing that he's not alone in the pool. "Hello!? Is anyone there?"
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Post by William Mandela on Aug 3, 2013 0:09:36 GMT -6
Confident he had the place to himself he continued his soliloquy;
"Why am I thinking like this, this isn't who want to be. No. This isn't who I AM. I came here with a mission and I'll be damned if I let some... some girl get in the way. One I barely know, one who... probably hates my guts." he said aloud to himself "god I wish things hadn't been so weird from the very start." "Fucking Decimus, honestly I shouldn't have expected so much from him. I was a fool, a damned fool..." he pined. "I've blown it now. If looks could kill I'd be dead fives times over by now." He remembers the dark glare she gave him, the hate, and pain burning in those eyes. Maybe she felt the same pangs of remorse he did.
No, that was stupid. "Why would she even think twice about some runt like me." He bordered on crying but swept the tears back in a wave of self pity. "I can't help it" he told himself, "when I'm around her I feel so scared." ... "No... no not scared at all, but it feels kind of like that. I've been afraid so many times. I've dived in shark infested waters to retrieve injured divers. I've torn into 18 foot swells to untangle anchor line, hell I was trapped on an island for 8 days with nothing to drink but 3 sandy coconuts and the blood of that poor dog." And extra lightning bolt of strife struck through his heart at the thought. "All of those felt the same, impending death, the slow degrade of health and sanity. No this was nothing like that. This was by far a more vicious pathos. He felt sick. Viscerally, tangibly sick all the time. His knees weakened no matter how much or of what he had eaten in times prior. His head simultaneously floated and was weighed down a ton of lead. He felt the very core of himself unspool like so much fishing line and come away to reveal whatever fears and doubts lay beneath. Fear was a superficial terror, what this is was much more penetrative, and violent. What this was, as his greatest fear, and tantamount joy, was love. Or something close to it.
He was young, and naive, he granted himself, but there was definitely slmething about her he found insurmountably noble and beautiful. She talked about no one having to die. "Can she read me like a tabloid cover or was she sincere? Des she know of my plan or is this simply serendipity? Or a sign?" The fact of the matter was that William didn't care, her hooks had set deep. He was putty whether she knew it or not.
"And she's really very pretty." He finally said as his face turned super nova and his heart fluttered. "Damn. If only that fucker Decimus wasn't there that time..."
"No. No, this is exactly what gets you killed on day one. Whatever it is that my feelings may be towards her I need to keep my head clear. (Yeah right) I just need to talk to her..."
He leans back into his chair, and sighs deeply.
He fumbles around his pocket and pulls an evergreen twig from his pocket. "In for a penny, in for a pound huh?" He ignites the stem end and sets it on the metal table beside him, letting the lances of cool, blue smoke waft upwards and envelope him.
He recites a line he's heard time an again, never before truly understanding its breadth of its beauty, "It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast"
William's eyes shut, and a smile creeps over his face. He is, for the first time since entering the capitol, at peace.
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