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Weights
Dec 8, 2015 17:34:01 GMT -6
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 8, 2015 17:34:01 GMT -6
Wren could hear his father's voice in his head, Come on, boy. How are you going to chop down that tree with those weeny little arms? Wren had been just seven at that time. He was always pressured by his dad. Wren never wanted to be a lumberjack...maybe a climber. But he wasn't who his dad wanted to be, and he was too aware of it. Maybe Robin knew that too; maybe that's why he always tried so hard to impress their father. Wren shook the thoughts away and decided a little weight-training could only bring more pros than cons. So what if he was a little sore? He had plenty of time to recover. The trainer was huge- even bigger than the top lumberjacks at home. He looked like a mountain, except he was so shiny...
Wren approached the leg press first. He started with the trainer's recommended amount. Attack (strength) flGfV0H21d8+1
1d8+1·1d8+1
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Weights
Dec 8, 2015 17:37:34 GMT -6
Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 8, 2015 17:37:34 GMT -6
The shiny trainer smiled at him, "Here, let's lighten the load." He helped Wren take a few off, and it became easier. They slowly added a few pounds back on, throughout Wren's session.
Then he tried some bicep curls. He tried his best not to hear his dad's voice yelling at him, but it was always there. Attack (strength) jffJAr381d8+1
Wren worked until he felt comfortable and decided to call it good. Once he was done, he made small talk with the trainer about Capitol food and protein sources. 1d8+1
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Weights
Dec 8, 2015 20:56:22 GMT -6
Post by Dante Clavus on Dec 8, 2015 20:56:22 GMT -6
Dante had already been sweating from the Game Room's activities.
May as well make it look intentional. He thought, entering the weight room. He spotted Wren nearby chatting with the muscly trainer.
"Hi there, Wren. Mind spotting me a while with this bench press?"
It had been a while since the District 5 tribute's guard training. He hoped the weights across the bar weren't as heavy as they looked...
Attack (Strength) ZlP|pzR41d8
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Weights
Dec 8, 2015 23:21:35 GMT -6
Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 8, 2015 23:21:35 GMT -6
Eloise heard quite a bit of noise coming from a room she hadn't been to yet. Were tributes fighting each other, to train? There seemed to be a lot of metal clanking.
Upon walking in, Eloise can tell she was mistaken. This was a simple weight room. Not her strong suit. How could she make an impression on the sponsors?
After spending some time wandering around and eye-ing the equipment she found a weighted ball chained to a handle. After clearing some space she balanced a medicine ball on top of a lifting bar. She stepped about 30 feet away, grabbed the ball and chain, and started to wind up.
Hammer throw for accuracy (Attack) FhMWNZbk1d8+11d8+1
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Weights
Dec 8, 2015 23:25:15 GMT -6
Post by Eloise Sugarglider on Dec 8, 2015 23:25:15 GMT -6
That worked out better than she had planned. Now to walk out without a word to make a statement.
As Eloise held her head high, seemingly proud, she started to feel more confident. 'I'm definitely better off than I thought. Now if I could just figure out how to make some allies"
As she passed the two other tributes in the room she attempted to maintain her aloof demeanor as she headed for the door. As she passed the last machine she stubbed her toe on a bar that had been left out of place.
Eloise bit the end of her tongue to stop a squeal from pushing past her lips. She didn't dare look back at the other tributes as she made her way out the door.
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Post by Minerva Umber on Dec 9, 2015 7:18:42 GMT -6
Weights? Really? She didn't have much experience with them, but she had followed Dante in, and didn't want to just walk out. She smiled at him and took a bench next to his own, adding identical weights. Should she do less because she was a girl... was he stronger than her? The games weren't separated by gender, so she should be able to handle this on her own.
She gritted her teeth and lifted. VSevZGcc1d81d8
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Post by Minerva Umber on Dec 9, 2015 7:20:04 GMT -6
Only to have the weight fall back on her chest. She wheezed until a guard came and lifted it off of her.
She didn't look, but she could feel the stares of her fellow tributes. She went over to the ball and chain Eloise had dropped and loudly said "This is more my style... more skill than strength, inertia and all that." Hopefully she wouldn't look as stupid as she knew she sounded.
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Post by Minerva Umber on Dec 9, 2015 7:25:44 GMT -6
It twirled around limply, before flying a few feet and landing. Not as bad as her weight bench... but not good. She decided it was probably better to just leave here, and hopefully no one had watched. Now may be the time to leave.
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Weights
Dec 9, 2015 22:35:52 GMT -6
Post by Janet Martin on Dec 9, 2015 22:35:52 GMT -6
Janet hastily entered the weight room and scanned to search for familiar equipment. A smattering of weights and equipment was set up around the room and it took a while before Janet saw something she wanted to tackle. In the corner, underneath a poorly coiled rope were two large metal buckets. Her form was bound to be terrible with any of the "traditional" exercises, but she had been carrying buckets of milk and water for years now.
After filling the buckets from the spigot, Janet began the arduous process of making her way around the room doing a farmers carry, with a completely filled bucket of water in each hand.
Using all of her strength, Janet heaved at the weights and gave it her best shot. Hoist Weight (Attack) JeIcBLWS1d8+0 1d8+0
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Weights
Dec 9, 2015 22:39:20 GMT -6
Post by Janet Martin on Dec 9, 2015 22:39:20 GMT -6
Why was she even concerned, it was old hat. With incredible ease, Janet made several laps with the full buckets before triumphantly stopping near the drain to dump them out.
That was easy, Janet thought. Time to up the ante. Janet hoisted one of the buckets on her shoulder and tried to do her best to shotput the buckets contents into the drain. She struggled to maneuver the weights above her chest, seating the bucket comfortably in the crotch of her neck.
Forcefully throw contents of bucket into drain (Attack)
YTaNH|T21d8+01d8+0
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Weights
Dec 9, 2015 22:42:56 GMT -6
Post by Janet Martin on Dec 9, 2015 22:42:56 GMT -6
Clearly that was too much weight for that kind of maneuver. Janet fumbled the toss and ended up nearly dropping the bucket onto her toes, but was able to dodge at the last second and absorb the full impact of the splashing buckets contents.
Humbled by her failure, Janet subtly kicked the two buckets over to drain the contents and placed the buckets back into the corner before hastily making her way to her room to dry off.
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