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Post by Brendan Bluth on Oct 15, 2012 15:16:58 GMT -5
Brendan had just finished a good workout in the training center. His black strands of hair had been moved as he tried to wipe the sweat away from his face. Looking back over at his targets, he had managed to get most of them to hit the bullseye, the rest near it. It also seemed that his time for a mile run had increased as well. Then again, what would you expect from a Career? As one, your skills were supposed to increase everyday, no matter your skill level.
"Now what to do...," The boy said to himself, releasing a bit of a yawn as he sat down on a bench in the training center. Resting up just a little before going back out to do whatever he wanted was a good idea after all. As he sat down, Brendan's eyes started to scan for tributes that might have seemed exceptional as well. Who knows, one of these people could join the Games with him in the future. No matter, the Career knew he'd have no problem with slaughtering anyone who got in his way of becoming the Victor.
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Post by Clove Sevina on Oct 15, 2012 15:27:19 GMT -5
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Clove walked up and grabbed a handful of knives. One by one she threw them at the dummy's. She threw one her back facing the dummy and hit it right on the bulls eye. Clove eyed a boy sitting on one of the benches. She was not fond of people who watched her to much but the boy had not seemed to have noticed her. Clove continue practicing trowing the knives. She knew she was good enough already but she liked to practice and practice makes perfect because no one is ever perfect. Clove soon ran out of knives so she decided to take a break.
Clove walked over to the bench where the boy sat down and she quietly but quickly sat down beside him. She did not talk but she could feel the others watching her, not the boy though her was as silent as ever. Clove fixed her two braids that fell just over her shoulders. She did not care much about her appearance really but she had nothing to do and she did not want to remove the knives from the dummy's so she did what she always did. She sat and watched the others.
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Post by Brendan Bluth on Oct 15, 2012 21:21:24 GMT -5
It seemed that a short girl, possibly the same age as him, had came towards him and sat down on the bench. When she did, she started fixing her hair into braids. Brendan scanned the area, finally locating the girl's target...outstanding. Hers seemed to be just as good as his if not better. There was nothing more than the proof of skill that Brendan had enjoyed. Just thinking if that was a real person- oh god how beautiful it would have been. The whole floor could have been painted in blood, what else could be prettier? The black haired teen then turned his head slightly towards the girl's.
"I liked your throwing," He said with a small smirk, turning his head back to admire her work on the dummy.
"Too bad these are just targets and not the real thing. I would've loved to see blood splatter with your performance," Brendan said a little too enthusiastically, even unconsciously licking his lips a little just for the thought. He wondered how well he could do against an opponent of her caliber. Of course, there was no way he was going to break his back just to have a bit of practice with her, but the thought was still pleasant.
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Post by Clove Sevina on Oct 15, 2012 21:32:17 GMT -5
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"Thanks" said Clove without even looking at him. "I wish they were real, then i could show them what i was capable of" she said finally finishing tying her hair properly. She had fiddled with her hair long enough to loose her elastic and for the boy to speak. "I have never seen you practice in here, either its because i never pay attention or it is because you are apparently very invisible" she said a smirk on her face. It was true Clove had never seen him around. She never much looked at who she might have to face in the games if she ever got reaped but she wanted to be in the games. As badly as ever. She wanted to show that even if she was small she was still very capable of things. She thought of what the boy had said. "What is your name?" she asked very unpatiently.
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Post by Brendan Bluth on Oct 15, 2012 21:55:58 GMT -5
"I guess you could say I'm a bit quiet around here. I usually just sit and watch others train when I'm done," Said Brendan as he watched some nearby teenagers run laps around the training center. The possibility of one of these people being his opponent in the Hunger Games gave him a bit of a thrill. In his mind, he was already imagining them hanging upside down, torturing them for hours on end. Yes, a girl who could be his District partner would be his ally, but when that time comes when he needs to kill her, he'll most likely do it very slowly. It was when the girl asked for his name that he broke out of that line of thought.
"Brendan. What's your name?" He asked curiously. Yes, even this girl could be his future opponent, but he would enjoy the challenge on such a high level.
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Post by Clove Sevina on Oct 15, 2012 22:04:34 GMT -5
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"My names Clove" she said getting up to pick up one of the small throwing knives on the ground in front of her. She ran her hand along the blades. She then threw it at a dummy who she had not targeted, and hit it right in the bulls eye. "So if we were the last two in the arena what would you do, i know your first option would be to kill me but if you had other options which of course you won't" said Clove. She knew she was making things confusing but that was what she did, make things confusing sometimes. She went to get another knife waiting for it Brendan to reply. A small boy entered the training center, and Clove noticed a little lizard scampering in after him. She knew the boy and she knew he had no pet. She did not want to kill the lizard but it was practice to she threw her knife at it and it hit it smack in the middle. A small burst of blood came out and the lizard went limp. She turned back to Brendan her two braids flying in the air making a whizzing noise.
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Post by Brendan Bluth on Oct 16, 2012 14:46:00 GMT -5
So this skillful girl's name was Clove. How fitting for someone so skilled with a blade. She had then asked him a weird question, one that he has never been asked before. What would he do if they were the only two left in the arena? Sure, he could be truthful and say he'd like to have her tied up so he could have a little bloody fun, but that was sure to push the whole 'keep your enemies closer' out the window. Instead, he was going to make a bit of a more nicer approach.
"Hmm...If I had any options that I wanted...I'd keep you alive for a practice partner. I couldn't fight you over and over if you were dead now could I?" He said aloud.
"I don't care about the money and fame that I would get if I managed to become Victor. I just want to fight every single tribute and cause some chaos between them to see how they'll get out of it. I like to think of it more as an actual game than a fight for survival," Brendan said with a smirk on his face, watching the lizard impaled by Clove's blade burst on impact. Oh yes, this girl could be a true killer.
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Post by Clove Sevina on Oct 16, 2012 14:57:12 GMT -5
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"Most people care and i am betting you do as well, so seriously tell me the truth about what you would really do"said Clove watching the little boy pick up the lizard and flash her a smile. Clove smiles back and her walked over and hung the dead lizard to the wall the the knife. Clove giggled. She really liked the kid it would have been a shame to see him die. She jerked back to attention when she remembered she was talking with Brendan who she would never really have talked to if she was not as lazy as she was now. She watched some of the other careers train, they were all very impressive so she wondered what Brendan was good at. "Hey can you show me what you do most when you train?" she said with a wicked grin more of a smile that she would use with a death blow to kill someone in the games but it was crazier than ever now. Clove began to pick at a scab on her elbow but then stopped because she did not want to get it bandaged up so she couldn't throw.
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Post by Brendan Bluth on Oct 17, 2012 16:54:36 GMT -5
"What would I really do~? Hmm...." Brendan sounded, placing his hand upon his chin as he thought. Of course, what he would REALLY want to do came up pretty quick, deciding to reply to the girl once her attention was finally back at him.
"I'd love for us to fight to kill each other. Not a fight for honor, glory, and money, just a fight to live or die~" Brendan had said with a bit too much enthusiasm. She asked for the truth, and he had delivered it to her.
"I'm glad that The Hunger Games were made, how else would we be allowed to fight like this without getting arrested?" The raven haired teen asked. Then the girl, Clove, had asked him what he does when he trains. In response, his hand pointed towards a dummy near the corner of the room, one that had knives planted in the most vital spots.
"That's what I did. I throw and use knives for close combat."
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Post by Clove Sevina on Oct 18, 2012 18:58:24 GMT -5
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"You do not hit the bulls eye" said Clove noticing the knives in all different spots except for one. It had seemed as if he took a while to get the bulls eye but she did not say it to offend him. Clove thought for a small amount of time and finally she decided she would be friends with him. "If you want we could train together so you can maybe be more lets just say hunger games ready" she said with a slightly evil crooked smile. It seemed as if the boy wanted to train with her and she had decided to be-friend him so it was the least she could do to have a friend like the little boy with the dead lizard. Stop thinking of that said Clove to herself. She knew that one day her own life would come to an end in the games. Just sometime. She did not know if she would win or lose so she asked her question without even thinking. "Do you think i would ever win the games?" she asked. It had shocked her a little to say it but she kept that small bit of information to herself.
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Post by Brendan Bluth on Oct 22, 2012 16:20:17 GMT -5
Brendan had heard the girl noting how he did not hit the bulls eye. His face had a bit more of a sadistic grin to it as his eyes slowly scanned the target.
"I could've done a little better...but if it's no fun to kill someone with one knife. It's a lot more fun to slow them down and just slowly kill them, isn't it~?" Said the raven haired teen as he took a knife from the dummy and began to feel around the edges. The edges of these blades, they were sharper than your average throwing knives. They wear meant to server the purpose of close combat and throwing knives. One just had to be careful to not cut their hand when throwing them, but Brendan was not an idiot to not know that.
The girl had then offered to train with him. A girl of her skill willing to train with him? What more could he ask for?
"Sure, I'd love to."
Then after that, Clove had asked Brendan if he thought she could ever win the Hunger Games. He hummed a little as he pondered the thought, his eyes scanning up and down her body, looking at the other tributes.
"I couldn't say. The Hunger Games isn't just about regular fighting. You could manipulate others into destroying each other, lose your food supply like that one year...hell, it's even possible for someone in the career pack to murder everyone else in their sleep," As he said this, his smirk grew even more sadistic.
"But surprises are what makes the Games really fun~"
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Post by Clove Sevina on Oct 22, 2012 17:08:59 GMT -5
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"You have got a good point there" she said. "So when would you like to start training together?" she asked. Everything is a surprise in the Games she thought with disgust. She loved the games but she hated how easily the tributes got killed off. Like some just freeze to death or die of de-hydration. Nothing was fun like that. Although sometimes when she thought she might have a chance to be in the games that was when she did appreciate the surprise. Not like she would have before. She eyed the training area and found a vacant spot for them to train. "If you want to start now how about over there" she said pointing to the only vacant area of the training room. It was small but it would have to do. She grabbed Brendan by the arm and dragged him over to the vacant spot.
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