Long range weapons

[Sophie Parker]

Sophie enters the weapons room. She sees targets on one side and rack of weapons on the other.

She walks to the rack, studies them for a while. Finally deciding on a bow, she grabs it and walks to her mark. She aims carefully, then releases. It hits the target, but not as well as she would have liked.

She draws another. Releases. Better, she thought.

Tired of the bow, she goes to get throwing knifes. She returns to her mark, aims, and throws. The first one hits dead center. The other group off to the side.

[Decimus Augusta]

Decimus walks into the room, clothes wet. "Finally someone who takes these games seriously," he says, looking at Sophie's handiwork. He smirks, "though maybe you just really need the practice." He averts his eyes as if to remember something. "Oh, how rude of me." he says, "My name is Decimus. He walks over and extends his hand, "Sorry for the dampness, I'm just nervous to meet you," he laughs.

[Sophie Parker]

Sophie looks him over with a cautious eye. "Nah. It's alright. You look good like that. And trust me I don't need the practice. I just prefer to be by myself. It's easier that way, I guess."

She picks up another knife, throwing it at the target, barely missing Decimus, and hit the center dot.

[Decimus Augusta]

Decimus stands unflinching as the knife streaks past his face. He nonchalantly turns back to see the results. "I didn't know they had throwing knives in District 5. I'm pretty sure those are illegal," he smiles. Decimus moves to the target and pulls out the knife. "These aren't very plentiful in the Cornucopia either," he says walking back toward Sohpie. "You might need a friend who can find these for you," he says, placing the knife back in Sophie's hands. As she grasps the knife he suddenly pulls her in close and whispers into her ear, "Or you could have an enemy who knows how to find you."

Laughing, Decimus steps away from the girl releasing his hold. "I'll definitely be keeping a close eye on you, so much spunk!" he says as he strolls out the room.

[Sophie Parker]

Decimus was right, thought Sophie, knife were illegal. But what he doesn't know is that she never technically never threw a knife before. Working in the lower levels of the power plant has its perks. Like down time and a large rat problem. 

"You'll never find me in a million years," She says out loud, even though nobody was here. "Though it might be worth keeping him around."

[William Mandela]

Walking past the ranged weapons room, wet pack dampening his fresh t short and shorts, William pauses at the doorway and notices the lights on and someone inside.
"Hmm..." He strolls inside and heads to the weapons rack, eyeing the targets at the end of the range. He lets out a low whistle and admits, "Damn, you're good."
He drags a javelin and trident over to a throwing lane. he lays the trident on the grown and hoists the javelin in position.
Inhale.
Exhale.
He lets the javelin fly. It whips the air and grazes the the left side of the target. He lets out a frustrated huff and reaches for the trident.
He chokes up more on the trident to offset the extra weight at the tip. He lines up the shot and fires his second salvo.The trident find it mark slightly to the left of center, the right spearpoint digs a scant centimeter off true center. "I guess that's technically good enough..." he says with a sarcastic laugh. "If you're ever in the business of giving lessons, lemme know."
He starts to retrieve his dispensed weapons.

[Dolan Tawt]

Dolan enters the weapons room after having seen the boy from 1 leave it. A girl that he saw in the common room was standing away from some targets that had obviously been marked, and well for that matter. Dolan quirked a brow and his calculating eyes scanned the room for any other signs of use, maybe by the monster from 1. The boy from 4 had made his way into the room just before him and had begun tossing javelins and tridents.

Dolan looks toward Sophie and smiles quickly before looking down and making a note on a pad of paper with a pencil.

"Throwing knives, very peculiar for a girl from 5." He says to her without looking up.

Then he lifts his head and looks her dead on.

"Careful with that monster. Our friend from 4 here can attest to his strength" Dolan nods his head toward William then makes another note in his pad.

[William Mandela]

William grunts and pumps a fist as the javelin finally hits its mark, he decides to speak up.
"Yeah he's tough, but he's slow; and worse, sloppy." He sets his equipment back on the rack and returns to the conversation. "I don't think we've really had a chance to talk, I'm William Mandela - District 4."

[Dolan Tawt]

Dolan looks up from his notes and smiles. He places the pad away with the pencil in his pocket and nods.

"No we haven't, you took my fishy treats and ran" Dolan jokes

"I'm Dolan Tawt, District 12, it's good to meet you. Saw how that district 1 guy was hassling you, I'm not so sure that guy is all talk..." Dolan walks over to a rack of several deadly looking melee weapons and lifts up a rather cruel looking warpick.

"I guess we will see what he's made of during our actual training sessions." Dolan sets the pick back down and looks back over at the others.

[William Mandela]

"Heh, yeah it didnt seem like you were digging those too much. No hard feelings."
He swallows hard and contemplates his next words.
"Let's just say I've been keeping a close eye on most of the tributes, if you stay three feet away from that guy, he's about as dangerous as a bag of fish guts."
Venturing a glance at the demure girl who doesn't say much, he continues, "in the name of fairness, I'm afraid I must insist."
Hefting a trident, he gives Dolan an obstinate gaze. "You've seen what we've got..."

[Dolan Tawt]

Dolan smirks at William.

"Well, I guess I can't hide out forever." Dolan says as he shrugs

"I can tell you that if I can help it no one will ever come near enough to me to do any real harm. You will see me in training William, but not before. I like you a lot, you aren't intimidated easily and you're smarter than I think anyone but me gives you credit for. I look forward to showing you my talents"

Dolan picks the warpick back up and squares up with a dummy. With a running start Dolan makes a hard two handed swing, planting the point of the warpick into the base of the dummies skull. With the remaining momentum Dolan drags the dummy a foot or so before losing his grip on the pick.

Laughing Dolan retrieves the pick and replaces it on the rack.

"I'm not that skilled, but it will suffice for my purposes. Not as impressive as the monster from 1's grappling, I know. But let's just say that I wont need to beat him at his own game."

[William Mandela]

"Yeah a pick to the head should suffice." He laughs. "Not sure its going to stop him much though, you kinda need a brain for before it can be damaged."

[David Spanial]

David entered the room surprisingly awake. The room was empty. He was a little early. He saw a slingshot and decided to pick it up. He remembered the time when Bella tried to teach him how to use one of these. He was terrible, bit she wouldn't stop trying to teach him. Eventually he hit a squirrel. Bella then decided that was as good as he was going to get. He remembers them having a measly squirrel meal after that.

"Man it's been a while. Hup!"

David swings the sling over his head and releases it at a target. The bearing he threw barely nicks it on the edge and bounces around wildly.

"yeah, I guess I'll just wait till my partner gets here before I break something."

He puts the sling down and waits.

[Millie Cartwright]

Millie peered into the dark room. It didn't look like he had come. "Damn," he thought to herself. Millie was startled when she realized that David was actually sitting right beside her. She must have sat down here without noticing him.

"Oh," she said kind of embarrassed, "didn't see you there. Well I guess you know why we're both here. I'm forming an alliance and I could really use someone who has a knowledge of plants. Plus," she added with a smile, "you seem like someone I could trust."

"If you have any questions I'll answer them but if you say the word all take you to our "top secret head quarters" Millie smiled, " I think you're going to like the name. You in?"

[David Spanial]

"I like your energy Millie, sorry I haven't been so peppy. This whole certain death thing has me in a mood. So, before I agree to this, what are your skills?"

[Millie Cartwright]

I think everyone knows that I'm good with a blade from yesterday's training. Decimus barely avoided being chopped in half by my two blades during sparring," she paused, "I mean not that I was trying to to kill my teammate." "I um just get carried away when I get in the zone you know," she finished slightly embarrassed.

"I don't think it matters if anyone knows my other two specialties, scouting and stealth. I mean if I do those correctly it doesn't matter if anybody else knows about it," she said with a grin.

"That said," she continued in a friendly tone, "the alliance I have formed is already growing and there are many skills to be found among us."

Mille looked the boy over thoughtfully, "Most important though is that we make our imminent death as pleasant as possible. I can tell you're not the type of guy that likes things sugar coated. We all are kinda doomed to die. But if its possible to make friends it's possible to survive.

I mean we only have to kill to win right? And what happens if we win? We live. So why not just cut out the middle man?"

"But I'm not naive. I know even you might turn on us for the chance to win. But it's a chance I'm willing to take. What you did back there in the greenhouse is representative of a truly nice person," she glanced at his weapon, "and a rather deadly one too."

"So come with me or not its up to you. We may end up spilling as much blood as the people I claim to be unlike but whatever the cost we're going to see this through."

[David Spanial]

David thought over his situation. He didn't have anyone to depend on and it was getting late in the game. He decided that he would join Millie's alliance.

"Okay, so obviously we're all going to kill each other. I don't care about that. Look, I'm a healer. I'm going to be a doctor if I survive this. If I give you my trust then I guarantee I will do everything in my power to help you and my team mates survive this sadistic "game"!"

David's breath begins to stagger and become shallow. He tries to compose himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I haven't slept much... Listen, I'll help you, but I want something. I want you to promise me something."

David is now looking straight into Millie's eyes. He's only a couple inches from her face. He's sweating...

In a soft tone,
"...No one kills the girl from 12. Understood?"

David backs up and looks away quickly. He's trying to regain his composure.

"She's young. She shouldn't be exposed to this. If she must die, it should be peaceful. I owe her that."

David hasn't turned around. His breathing is hard. He reaches into his pocket and begins chewing on a Katniss flower.

"I apologize. I think I'm starting to come down with a sickness. Excuse me. Promise me."

[Millie Cartwright]

"I'm not going to promise you that." She said bluntly staring down at him on the floor clearly sick.

"I'm not going to promise you she will die a pleasant death," she bent down to help him up, "you clearly weren't listening." "If we do this right," She ripped off a piece of fabric from her sleeve, "no one will have to die at all."

She handed him the fabric, "Welcome to the team." She smiled at him, "now wipe up that sweat and head to the secret headquarters."

She started to walk away and then paused midstep, "...doctor"

[David Spanial]

David is delirious,
"No one... No one dies?... No one dies? Did you hear that?... No one... dies... You don't die. You don't... Don't..."

David starts laughing... "I got him! I got him! Hahaha! Now I guess we... We... Skin it..."

David passes out.