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Post by Dave Strider on Jan 2, 2012 1:52:27 GMT
When his name was called out, the first thing Dave did was look up at his brother. He knew the Games were dangerous, hell, he only had a one in twenty-four chance of surviving. He bit his lip, trying to keep calm. It was only partly effective, behind his shades, his eyes were welling up, holding back tears.
"C'mon Bro, say something....anything...", he stared at his brother for a few seconds. The older boy stayed silent, and as stoic as ever. Dave wasn't even sure if he was looking at him, with the sunglasses they both always wore, it could be difficult to tell what the other was thinking.
He turned away and looked down at his feet, and let out a heavy sigh. He didn't have a choice, he's just going to have to do it.
He straighted up and nodded towards his brother.
"Later, bro.", he said, sounding a little shaky, and started making his way through the crowd, towards the stage.
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Post by Brittany Susan Pierce *Awy on Jan 2, 2012 9:00:22 GMT
Brittany had been nervous as hell. This was just another Reaping. She would just have hope it went like any other. Her little sister, Meaghan was standing next to her. The younger blond had survived a few Reapings herself. Though Brittany felt extra nervous and this one. It was the first year that they had needed tessera. So, Britt's name was in there five times and Meaghan had insisted on having at least one. They had argued over it but the girl had gone and done it herself. None of it would matter. Either name was drawn and she was going into the games. She waited to hear the name of the female tribute. Birttany Pierce.
[/color][/b] Well, there it all went. She was going to die soon. It was bound to happen. She gave Meaghan's hand a squeeze and walked up to the stage. While, trying to process this, the male tribute was called. Dave Strider. The name rang in her ears but she couldn't put a face to it. Looking up from her feet, Brittany's eyes landed on the boy. She didn't recognize him. That was odd. Even when she didn't know a name she at least knew the face. Apparently not in this case. She would know him just long enough to be sad if he were to die. She didn't really like that part. The Reaping finished up soon after but it felt like an enternity. She just wanted off that stage and away from all those people. They were nothing to be done to change this. Though as they waited for their mentor, Britt wasn't sure she wanted to be the first one to speak and break the silence.[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGED; Dave STATUS; Complete WORDS; don't care MUSE; none NOTES; sorry this is rushed.[/font] |
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Post by Dave Strider on Jan 2, 2012 18:28:05 GMT
Dave stepped off the stage and glanced back towards the crowd. Nearly everyone was moving now, making if difficult to find anyone. He didn't see his brother. He'd hoped to be able to talk to him, but it looked like he'd left. He never really was one for talking, anyway.
He glanced over his shoulder, back towards the stage, and saw the other tribute for his district there. He didnn't recognise the girl.
Then again, he didn't recognise many people who weren't very close by. he and his brother tended to keep themselves to themselves.
"I guess I'm just going to have to talk to her..." Dave didn't much like the thought of having to rely on other people, but the situation didn't really leave him with a choice. He walked towards her, stopping when he was a little bit away. "Hey", he said, nodding at her "I'm Dave. Looks like we're gonna have to work together on this, huh?"
[Wordcount] => 160 [Notes] => Sorry if it's not great, still getting back into writing/roleplaying properly. |
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Post by Brittany Susan Pierce *Awy on Jan 2, 2012 23:25:20 GMT
  The people started to move away from where they had stood. the Reaping was over. Though Brittany couldn't move. It was like her feet were rooted into place. This almost never happened to her. She had always been very friendly and smiley. She loved to talk to people and was always trying to make friends. There were very few people that she didn't know in the District. The Pierce family had been very wealthy. Though her father had gotten a pay cut recently hence their need for a few tessera. Though she had never thought she would get picked. Maybe that was what the bad feeling had been.
This boy was one that she should try to get on somewhat good terms with. he might be the only one that she could trust out in the field. Though that required the ability to move from where she was standing. Hey. There was a voice. It pulled her from where she had been hiding inside of her own head. I'm Dave. Looks like we're gonna have to work together on this, huh? She looked at him. Blond hair falling to cover half her face. Yes, it would seem that is to be that way, Dave. I'm Britt.
TAGGED; Dave
STATUS; Complete
WORDS; 230
MUSE; none
NOTES; it's fine. i need to use Britt more anyways |
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Post by Dave Strider on Jan 3, 2012 0:08:09 GMT
"Yes, it would seem that is to be that way, Dave. I'm Britt." Dave nodded, "I'd say 'nice to meet you', but I guess it's not really, is it? Given the circumstances..." he shrugged, not sure of what else to say.
He paused for a moment, looking over Brittney. She didn't really seem like the type to know much about fighting. But then again, neither was he. Despite how he looked, he had quite a bit of experience in swordfighting. He and his brother practiced often. He never really understood his brother's obsession with it, but now it seemed like it would have been worth the time after all.
Maybe she did something similar? Dave doubted it, but figured it couldn't hurt to ask.
"So, d'you have any experience in fighting?" he asked, then pushed his sunglasses back into position. "Not sayin' you're not, I just think you might be easier for you, if that's the case."
[Word Count] => 157 |
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Post by Brittany Susan Pierce *Awy on Jan 5, 2012 18:00:47 GMT
I'd say 'nice to meet you', but I guess it's not really, is it? Given the circumstances... Brittany knew that this wasn't actually a situation that anyone want to be in. Though she knew that if they had called Meaghan then she would be standing here was well. There wasn't anything that could be done about it. She knew that while people would hate to see her killed. Like every year, it didn't matter who got picked. Two kids when to their possible death and no one ever tried to save anyone. No, I don't believe that would be very fitting for the current situation.
So, d'you have any experience in fighting? Not sayin' you're not, I just think you might be easier for you, if that's the case. Brittany didn't have much fighting exprience. She had played target for her cousin Ryan before. The boy through a mean punch and almost always landed his target. Though he never came close to hitting her even once. He said she was too fast and he hadn't even been going easy on her. Not too much. I'm excellent with a sling shot and can handle a dagger decently if the need arises. Also, I'm pretty quick. If I get stuck fighting someone, I can dodge long enough to get an opening or get away.
TAGGED; Dave
STATUS; Complete
WORDS; 259
MUSE; WARZONE
NOTES; Britt is my oddball. she is too innocent to be evil |
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Post by Dave Strider on Jan 7, 2012 2:43:10 GMT
No, I don't believe that would be very fitting for the current situation.", Dave couldn't really muster up much of a response. He nodded slightly, not saying a word, and watched her for a short while, trying to figure out what she was thinking.
It wasn't exactly the kind of statement he could follow up very well.
"Not too much. I'm excellent with a sling shot and can handle a dagger decently if the need arises. Also, I'm pretty quick. If I get stuck fighting someone, I can dodge long enough to get an opening or get away." He looked up at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Sling shot...?" Dave had never met anyone who used them on a regular basis, other than the younger kids who lived near him. He'd never really thought of them as a serious weapon. Daggers, on the other hand, they were much more his style.
"Well, being able to get the hell out of the way when you're in trouble's useful, I guess..." Dave shrugged. He usually had a rather bored tone to his voice, but today, he was much more distracted then usual. His gaze drifted back over to where the crowd had stood before. The area was now nearly empty, with all but a few of the spectators having moved on. much to Dave's dismay, his brother was still nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but let his face fall as he sighed and turned back to Brittaney.
"Our mentor's sure taking their time getting here, huh?"
[Word Count] ==> 256 [Notes] ==> Well, that's much more like it! It might be a little oddly worded, not exactly the best idea to type stuff up at 3am, haha. |
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Post by Brittany Susan Pierce *Awy on Jan 28, 2012 0:00:10 GMT
Brittany knew that she sometimes had a tendency to say things that people couldn't easily respond to. She really had no way of fixing this but it wouldn't really matter for much longer. Soon, she knew that she would no longer be living. She didn't get her hopes up. Her best weapon was a sling shot. No one stood a chance of winning the Hunger Games with a damn sling shot. Though she would do the best that she could to help her fellow District tribute though this competition. There wasn't much else that she could really do. No one would find a ditzy blond a very useful ally in these sick little games. Well, being able to get the hell out of the way when you're in trouble's useful, I guess... This guy guessed? She knew she wasn't the best partner to have but she wasn't completely useless. She was going to try her harder to get though as much of this alive as she could. Maybe even get Dave towards the winning slot. It was the best that she could do. She would get this her all whether he believed it or not. I may not be the best person you could have gotten but I will help you as best as I can. There was silence for a minute as they both glanced around the mostly empty stage area. There were still a few stragglers but that was about it. Nothing much was really going on as they waited. Our mentor's sure taking their time getting here, huh? She glanced at him and raised a well manicured blond eyebrow. Are you really in that big of a hurry to get to our impending death?
TAGGED; Dave STATUS; Complete WORDS; 320 MUSE; WARZONENOTES; i love her last line in this
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Post by Dave Strider on Jan 31, 2012 20:07:26 GMT
"I may not be the best person you could have gotten but I will help you as best as I can." Dave frowned. He ruffled his hair a little and let out a sigh, "I didn't mean to imply you were useless or anything. I mean, I'm not exactly the best either. My bro, though..." he stopped himself, biting his lip. No, bringing him up wasn't going to anything other than put him in an even worse mood. It was times like this Dave was thankful of the shades, hard to keep up the cool-guy facade when your eyes are giving away the fact that you're likely one of the most terrified people there. "...Never mind." he muttered, shaking his head, "It doesn't matter."
"Are you really in that big of a hurry to get to our impending death?" He smirked. "Like hell I am. Who in their right mind would be? But sittin' around doing nothing ain't gonna help us, is it? The sooner we find out what we're doing, the better. It gives us more time to think about what we're gonna do. And if there's one thing you want on your side, it's time."
[Wordcount] ==> 198 [Notes] ==> Haha, yeah same, I found it pretty funny :3 |
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Post by Brittany Susan Pierce *Awy on Mar 8, 2012 5:19:33 GMT
I didn't mean to imply you were useless or anything. I mean, I'm not exactly the best either. My bro, though... Brittany knew that he hadn't mean that but it was true. With her skill level, she seemed kind of useless to people.No one ever won the damn Hunger Games using a sling shot. She was still going to try her best. It was all the she could really do. Hope she might survive this mess. Your brother? What about him? There was a moment where she thought he might have actually been scared but that was crazy. ...Never mind. It doesn't matter. She looked at him and tilted her head slgihtly. If you're sure.Like hell I am. Who in their right mind would be? But sittin' around doing nothing ain't gonna help us, is it? The sooner we find out what we're doing, the better. It gives us more time to think about what we're gonna do. And if there's one thing you want on your side, it's time. Brittany understood his point. There was no use arguing it. Time was what they needed and it was how they would get a good plan to survive. Then let's go find our mentor.
TAGGED; Dave STATUS; Complete WORDS; 252 MUSE; WARZONENOTES; one of my better Britt posts
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Post by Dave Strider on Mar 25, 2012 22:04:36 GMT
They didn't manage to go off on a search, almost as soon as Brittany had spoken a pair of Peacekeepers had approached them and let them off ot the Justice Building.
The one he was stuck with had quickly explained to him that this was so the goodbye to their families before they got on the train to the Capitol. He hadn't said a word after that, he was just shoved into a nearby room and the door was slammed shut behind him.
His bother was already there, leaning against a wall.
"Hey lil' bro." he spoke without moving from where he was, calm as ever. Dave's lip trembled. Like hell he was going to cry, not in front of his bro. He was a Strider. Striders didn't cry. He'd learned that long ago. Even still, behind the shades, he was struggling to hold back.
He barely managed a "S'up?" as he took a few steps towards his brother.
The older boy didn't say a word, he grabbed dave by the arm and pulled him into a hug. With that, the poker-face broke, and Dave broke down, sobbing into his shoulder. He was scared, he was so fucking scared. He was going to die and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it, not even Bro. Especially not him.
Once it seemed like he'd calmed down little, he was pushed backwards. His brother kneeled down to eye level, his hands still on Dave's shoulders. "Listen to me, Dave. You are going to go out there and kick ass, you hear me?" Dave nodded slowly "You know better than just to just lay down and accept things, right? So, get out there and give fate the middle finger." he lowered his hands and stood up.
"You can win this thing, lil' man, I know you can."
Dave simply nodded, unsure of what to say, hell, what should you say to something like that. Shaking, he took a step backwards.
"Bro..."
He was interrupted by a sharp knock, and the sound of the door opening.
"Time's up." the Peacekeeper at the door spoke loudly, then stepped inside.
Dave watched as his brother nodded at the man, then turned to him.
"See you on the train." With that, he walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving Dave staring where he once stood in a shocked silence.
"...What the hell did he just say?
[Word count]=> 402 [Muse]=> Thrice - Daedalus[Notes]=> This hurt to write. |
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