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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 8, 2015 17:08:47 GMT -6
Training was underway and teams already seemed to be forming among the tributes. Valeria knew she had already found people she could trust.
At least she hoped she had.
That being said it seemed like she had seen a lot of the same handful of tributes over and over again and while she had grown quite fond of them Valeria wasn't one to enjoy unknowns.
...especially if those unknown would soon be armed and pitted against her in a death match.
So she had decided to stake herself out in the common area in the hopes that fresh faces would eventually walk by.
"Nothing to do but wait," she thought to herself as the time passed by.
Waiting turned out to be boring, "hopefully on of my friends will drop by," she yawned, "heck, even that stalker kid who kept going on about his dead sister would help pass the time..."
"come on new people..." she watched the clock tick slowly, "where are you hiding?"
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 8, 2015 17:51:43 GMT -6
Wren had some time to kill, so he had wandered around the common area. He spotted Valeria, who looked incredibly bored. He realized he hadn't really gotten to know her much yet. Should he? Or would getting to know everyone too well make it too difficult to compete in the Games?
Well...it's not like I have any friends back home. Why not die surrounded by a few friends?
"Hey, weird question. You haven't seen my district-mate, have you?"
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 8, 2015 18:00:00 GMT -6
"Hey, weird question. You haven't seen my district-mate, have you?" She glanced over at the source of the voice, "oh god, I brought this on myself..." she sighed internally. "Um...who IS your district mate..." she fumbled for his name, "...Wran." she decided on at last. She laughed and jumped down from her perch. "Is she another one of the ghost tributes we haven't seen around," she asked playfully while doing her best imitation of Demetri's "spooky fingers" |
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 8, 2015 18:08:24 GMT -6
"I guess so. I haven't seen or heard anything from her since the Reaping. Her name's Gillian Fox...I didn't know her well back home so I was hoping to talk to her around here. And, if I tried to count, I'm pretty sure there's a number of those ghost tributes..."
He noticed a strange expression on her face. Was it an eye roll? She seemed uncomfortable.
(OOC-so I'm the stalker kid? Lol PS-sis is alive and well)
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 8, 2015 18:15:50 GMT -6
"He's better than nothing..." she thought to herself.
"Here," she said patting the open spot next to her on top of the short wall, "no sense standing around. Maybe she'll walk by. I mean you have to walk through here to get anywhere else right?"
"My names Valeria but most people just call me Val," she added smiling.
((OOC: I know that she's alive as a player but Val assumes she's dead with how much he goes on about her. She guesses its a sob story of some sort to gain the media's attention. Player vs Character knowledge and all that))
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 8, 2015 20:08:28 GMT -6
Wren wasn't sure about Val, but it doesn't hurt to talk. He sat down.
"Hey. Cool hair, by the way. I used this really terrible intro line about blue hair to the other girl, but I had actually hoped to run into you first, and tell you." He chuckled, remembering how bad that was.
"Sorry. I know I'm awkward. I just don't have many friends at home, so this is a bit strange for me."
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 8, 2015 20:22:23 GMT -6
Val laughed, "Well now you HAVE to use the line on me. Its only fair!"
She could see why the kid didn't have a lot of friends. He was a bit awkward and more than a little too ready to stick his nose into any conversation he found but...
For all she knew he could be dead in a few days and there was no reason to make his last days just more of what sounded like a solitary life. "Who knows," she thought, "Maybe that's why he goes on about his sister so much. Maybe she was his only friend."
"Alright Jackito," she said at last, "I'll bite. Why so few friends?"
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Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 8, 2015 23:10:50 GMT -6
Eloise was interested to hear more about the tributes backstories. She didn't want them to know she was listening. You can tell the most about people when they don't know you're watching.
Move closer without being noticed. (-1 Spy)
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Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 8, 2015 23:11:46 GMT -6
Thankfully it didn't seem like they had noticed. She slouched in her chair and perked up her ears.
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 9, 2015 8:40:10 GMT -6
Wren wasn't sure who he trusted, but he figured some stories from back home wouldn't hurt. Maybe someone would be able to relate, and maybe then he'd make some more friends.
He took a deep breath. "Well, I've just always been close with my sister. We'd go out for scones with my allowance every week, I'd buy her little gifts since our parents were usually too busy for that kind of stuff. She was pretty mature, so it was almost like we were close in age than 5 years. Then on her birthday, I bought her this dress. I was carrying it through town and some nasty boys from school saw me. They started a rumor that I liked to dress in women's clothing. They even rewrote the lyrics to our usual chopping song, 'I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay' to include lines about me being a crossdresser. The song caught on pretty quick at school...then things got physical. I'd get shoved into walls and pushed into the mud. One day I got so pissed I finally broke and fought back, but I didn't mean for things to go too far.." He didn't want to scare anyone, but figured he'd just be honest about it.
"I broke this jerk's ribs, which punctured a lung. Now he has to use this breathing machine the Capitol people brought in..."
Wren cringed as he told the last part, and didn't want to end on that note. He felt sick. "So, that's why I'm so pissed about violence. It just takes over your mind. It's like I wasn't me in those moments. I never want to lose myself again. I'm totally okay with cutting down trees and picking plants, but anything with a heartbeat...I just can't."
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Post by Demetri Messer on Dec 9, 2015 10:12:39 GMT -6
Demetri entered the common room after his skill session, still fired up. He spotted Blue and strode over, catching a piece of Wren's monologue.
"That's a sign of weakness, kid. You have to make choices and live by them. No apologies. I killed a man once. He deserved it. And if you cross me, I'm going to kill you too."
He looked around the room and said casually, "Where are those bagels at? Someone said there were bagels in here."
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 9, 2015 14:57:21 GMT -6
" And if you cross me, I'm going to kill you too." Wren had barely finished his last word when Demetri walked in and immediately delivered some judgement on Wren's character. So much for making friends. Now they just see me like the boys back home did...weak. That was one word Wren absolutely hated to be called. He knew he wasn't big and strong like everyone else back home, but he liked to think real strength wasn't about muscle. And he certainly didn't define strength as the ability or willingness to kill something -or someone. If anything, Wren thought, that would be a sign of weakness. A weak person resorts to violence to solve problems. So, if the problem is that 24 kids are thrown together to fight to the death, the easiest and weakest solution would be to just kill each other. Wren wasn't sure about this guy. He looked and acted just like his bullies from back home...And he looked way older than 18. Wren considered Demetri's last words... Is that a direct threat? He wanted to give this guy a piece of his mind-about what real strength is and how stupid these games are-but he chose to keep the thoughts to himself. He didn't want to make any enemies, especially with this guy. Honestly, Wren had admittedly been avoiding Demetri since the feast. Wren had overheard the "Chatty McBabyface" line and immediately grouped Demetri with District Seven bullies in his mind. Speaking of lines, Wren realized he hadn't told Val about the blue hair line...maybe he'd whisper it to her later, without an audience. It was pretty terrible, after all. |
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Post by Holly Edison on Dec 9, 2015 15:48:54 GMT -6
Holly caught a low murmur of conversation coming from a room down the hall, she thought she saw Demetri enter and followed.
"Oh, starting another party, Val?"
There seemed to have been an uptick in the tension just before she arrived. No doubt between Demetri and Wren. Valeria seems to have gotten along with everyone so far.
Glancing around she saw an empty couch between Wren and Demetri. Throwing herself down on it she settled in.
"What did I miss?" she asked as innocently as she could manage, glancing quickly between Wren and Demetri.
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Post by Demetri Messer on Dec 9, 2015 16:46:19 GMT -6
Holly plopped down on the couch in front of him. "Oh hey there, beautiful!" Demetri said, reaching over the back of the couch and giving Holly a brief shoulder rub.
"You didn't miss a thing. Saw you down at the skill session and you hit every target! You've got a little bit of muscle hidden in there. I like a girl who can push me around a bit. How about we go spar for a bit in the training center before they close up the skill session? Or you know, my hotel room's open too if you don't think we'll make it there in time."
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 9, 2015 16:54:19 GMT -6
(OOC: Val, I hear there might be some actual new unfamiliar faces joining, to replace ghosts.)
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 9, 2015 17:10:16 GMT -6
Wren was thankful for the break of tension as Holly sat down. He hadn't really spoken to her much.
"Hey! Yeah, you were pretty impressive in there! How's the rest of your training going? I'll bet you're great at nearly everything." She probably was. Wasn't she raised, preparing for this exact situation?
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Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 9, 2015 17:36:24 GMT -6
Eloise had been studying the tributes as the boys became increasingly confrontational. Were Wren and Demetri really playing the machismo, stupid alpha male game? Now did not seem like the time to make enemies. Holly's presence immediately brought a calm over the room and Eloise was somewhat jealous that she could command a room so easily. I've got a good feeling about Holly, she whispered to encourage me, but I'd like to see what she does in the next events before I reach out to her. |
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 9, 2015 18:40:17 GMT -6
"Beardly!" Val, smiled as he entered in the room. He was saying something about killing whoever crossed him but that was overshadowed by another of her friends suddenly crashing the party.
"Oh and the career's here too!" She jumped down to greet them and in the corner of her eye something caught her attention.
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"Hm, I guess it was nothing," Val thought to herself. Satisfied that nothing was lurking in the shadows he turned back to the boys.
"Hey now. There's time to kill each other later," she grinned, "right now its time to make friends and forget about our inevitable doom."
She glanced around the room with a slight frown, "Still no one new though."
Val slapped Wren on the back jovially, "but at least I have you guys!"
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 9, 2015 19:53:33 GMT -6
Wren smiled. "Hey, even if this guy wants to kill me, he's probably still closer to a friend than I had in Seven."
He chuckled at his own expense. Maybe these guys aren't all bad. He'd allow himself to feel more comfortable, until the Games start.
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 9, 2015 21:43:40 GMT -6
"Geeze," Val said looking at the small kid from District 7, "A man who wants to KILL you is a closer friend than just random people in your district?"
She felt kinda bad for him, "hey uhh...what kinda desserts do you like?"
It wasn't as comforting as a topic as she hoped but it was more positive than death and bullies...
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