[Tributes] The Nightmare Begins

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

It was the first day of Training, and if Kurt was going to be honest? He was nervous. Incredibly so. He didn't know whether or not he should just head straight the archery section (if they even had one), or go practice making snares, or try and gain some hunting skills or not. There was also the problem of him trying to learn how to use another weapon so people wouldn't know about his archery skills at all. It was definitely going to be a problem. Though, the biggest problem of all? Following the advice his mentor gave him; to be more pleasant to the others and stop being so rude to the other Tributes. Well, it wasn't as nice as that. It was more of a case of "Stop being such a rude little bastard to everyone, and start acting like a normal, pleasant human being unless you want yourself to get killed". So, almost reluctantly, Kurt complied. It wouldn't have been so much of a problem if the mentor had said it in a nicer way, or if the male Tribute for District Seven, Blaine, hadn't told him the same thing -- albeit, Blaine had said it in a much nicer manner. Kurt just figured that he was annoyed that one of the Tributes had been trying to tell him to "perk up his attitude". As if it was even possible. All of this just made Kurt want to shot an arrow to someone's head if they did so much as look at him wrong. But he was going to refrain from doing so. It probably wouldn't go down well at all with the Capitol, not to mention it won't do well to help him get sponsors. Though, he supposed that if he did shoot in someone's general direction that he might be seen as someone that should be watched out for. Kurt could never go through with it all. The hell he would get from his mentor? Yeah, he didn't want to face that.

Kurt, and the female Tribute for District Eight, had made sure to get up a lot earlier than usual so they could be one of the first to use the Training Center and get more time to actually practice their true skills. Looking around his room, Kurt saw the outfit he was to wear during the time in Training folded onto one of the chairs, and walked over to it. Unfolding it, Kurt frowns a little. It wasn't what he really expected, but it was probably too much to ask for something like what he wore during the Welcoming Ceremony. Well, he couldn't really complain. His outfit wasn't that bad, and he supposed that it was probably impractical to wear something as flamboyant as he wore during the Welcoming Ceremony. Surely, his stylist wasn't that stupid, was she? After pulling the outfit on, and making sure that his hair was looking presentable, Kurt heads out to wait in the hallway for the female tribute. Not much longer than five minutes later, she arrives, in a similar outfit to his own. Managing a small smile, Kurt walks with her to the Training Center, not really speaking more than a few words to her, not exactly sure what he should even be saying to her.

After they both enter the Training Center, Kurt lets out a sigh of relief when it seems like they're the only ones there. Exchanging glances with one another, they both nod before heading off to different stations. The girl seems to head for the one about knot tying first, while Kurt heads straight to the weapon station, hoping to find what he's needing. Eyes falling on the archery station, Kurt's eyes shine with excitement, almost running towards the sets of bows and arrows. Looking through them, Kurt finally settles on a set seeming to the right size for him. Stepping back, Kurt narrows his eyes, concentrating on the target, before shooting the first arrow. It doesn't hit the place where he had intended it to, but Kurt figures that it was better than missing it completely. After about half a more dozen more tries, Kurt becomes more accustomed to using this set, getting more and more accurate with each try. When finally hitting the target directly on the spot where he was aiming for, Kurt smiles triumphantly, taking the arrows on and is about to start shooting again when hearing someone else coming down. Cursing under his breath, and not wanting too many people to know what his skills were, Kurt takes the bow and arrow and throws them back on the stand before running to whatever weapon station was far away from the archery station. He looks at the lines of weapons, seeing that he's at the knife station, remembering that this was going to be his planned weapon for when he needed to use close range attacks "Guess the odds are in my favour..for now"

[/i]. He thinks,a bitter grimace on his face. Picking two knifes up, seeing that they seem to be a pair, Kurt bites his lip. He wasn't exactly sure what he should be doing with these. Were they throwing knifes, or ones for cutting. Though, looking at the handles, Kurt raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face. They actually seemed to be perfect for something that his mother had taught him before she died. Of course, it wasn't for the Games at all. His mother never thought that Kurt's luck would ever be that bad that he'd have to participate, and would have someone volunteer for him if his name was called during the Reaping. Oh, how wrong she was. But, he could maybe use this skill to his advantage. Smirking a little, Kurt leans back on the rack he took the knifes from, and begins twirling the knives around his fingers, hoping it made him seem like he had a clue about using knives. Kurt didn't really, but he could learn. Looking around while still twirling the knives around, Kurt tries to see what Tributes had came into the Training Center.

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TAGS:[/B] THE TRIBUTES
NOTES:[/B] Idek, I just had to make this, haha.. So yeah, Tributes join in here. No posting order seeing as how almost every character apart from three of them are involved. I'll get a text graphic up soon
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[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

Rory managed to pull himself out of his bed, and for a moment, he tried to remember why he was in a soft bed, and all warmed up, instead of in his usual freezing house. And then, it all came back him. Like a memory he had tried to repress, but unfortunately, one that he wasn't going to be able to forget. He was in the Training center, and he was here to train for three days, before he was sent into the arena, where it was kill, or be killed. And he was, in no shape or form, ready for that. It was one thing to kill an animal, but it was a completely different thing to kill another human being. But, he knew that he had to survive. For his family. So, with that in mind, he pulled himself out of his bed, and looked around to find his clothes. They weren’t that hard to find. They were placed on the chair next to the table. He picked it up, and looked at it. It wasn’t much. Just a single black suit, with yellow and orange streaking around the edges. He thought it was a good choice. It showed of what his District was all about, but not in an over exaggerated manner. It was perfect. Once he was ready, he met Lyric in the Hall outside, and they both took the lift right down to the bottom floor. On the way, he thought about what he was going to do. If there was no-one there, then he could start out with the Bow and Arrow station, which they would hopefully have, but if there was somebody else there, then he would wait until his private session to show the Gamemakers what he could do. Best to leave that his little secret. But there was also the advice from his Mentor. Now, if it was to him, he would just stick with Lyric, until near the end, then break of the alliance. Best to let someone else take care of her. He didn’t think he’d be able to. But he had been told that he wanted to survive, then he was going to have to try his best to make friends. Or in his Mentors words: ‘Don’t be such an anti-social little bastard, or you’re going to die pretty damn quick.’ He wanted to argue, but he didn’t. The guy knew what he was talking about. He had already won one game. So, he didn’t really have a choice.

When they got there, he swore to himself. There was already two other Tributes here. If he remembered rightly, they were the ones from District Eight. Not that he could remember their names. He had tried not to remember them, because, like his father had once told him, ‘Never name your prey. You’ll get too attached to it, and then when it comes to the killing moment, you won’t be able to do it.’ He had hoped the same kind of thing would apply here, but, if he was to follow his Mentors advice, then it looked like he was going to have to name his prey. He looked at Lyric, and said, I’ll take the Guy, you take the girl. and that was that. He scanned the room, and found him at the Knife section. He was twirling a small blade, with a rather thick handle. He took a deep breath, and strolled toward him. As he got closer, he pointed at the blade and said, That’s gonna come in handy, if you don’t want people to know you’re carrying a knife.

Words: 607
Muse: Taylor Swift Feat The Civil Wars: Safe and Sound
Tagged: Tributes
Notes: So glad I bought this book. It’s gonna come in handy now :-)

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Watching the other two Tributes arrive, Kurt recognizes them as being the ones from District Twelve. He didn't see them any where else apart from the Welcoming Ceremony. Though, seeing as how Kurt spent most of his time locked up in his room, and curled up his bed when he wasn't getting coaching for "not being a rude little bastard" from his mentor. Which, really, was just a pain for Kurt. It probably wasn't going to help him much. It would have made a lot more sense to Kurt having coaching to be nicer if he was one of the Career tributes, and actually was going to win, but no. He wasn't that lucky. He was just some random kid from District Eight who made clothes in his free time, and had enough luck to have been taught to use a bow and arrow by his parents when he was younger. Otherwise? Kurt knew he wouldn't make it past the Cornucopia, and it depressed them that he wasn't going to be able to thank his parents for it.

He doesn't take his eyes off of the other two tributes, trying to see what he could find out about them without having to speak, and try and make himself seem like more of a threat than he actually was. It was lucky that it was District Twelve. Any of the Career tributes would probably see right through him. "I’ll take the Guy, you take the girl."

[/b][/i]. Kurt groans internally, his heart dropping a little.. Okay..So, he was actually going to try and perk up his attitude now. To Kurt, the boy didn't seem like he would be a lot of trouble, but Kurt knew better than to just wave him off. It wouldn't be right. Kurt didn't want to get far too close to the boy either, dreading the thought of having to kill him in the Arena if they did become at all friendly. Actually, Kurt was dreading on maybe having to kill anyone here. Even Blaine, despite them not getting off at all on the wrong foot. Right now, it was probably going to be harder to kill the female Tribute for his District. She was the only tribute that Kurt knew by name and hadn't managed to piss off yet. Well, at least to his knowledge, but Kurt was sure he probably at least hurt her a little from his sharp tongue and his incredibly short temper. "That’s gonna come in handy, if you don’t want people to know you’re carrying a knife"[/b][/i]. Kurt smirks a little, tilting his head while stopping the twirling of the knifes, gripping the handles tightly. "It will, won't it?"[/b] Rolling his shoulders back, Kurt starts only twirling one of them around his fingers, remembering what his mentor told him, to be nice. "So, you're working with knives as well, or is your weapon choice going to be a surprise?"[/b] He asks, raising an eyebrow.

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TAGS:[/B] THE TRIBUTES
NOTES:[/B] Same ^^ I'm actually glad I had this idea, because this is too fun to RP ~
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[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

As Rory entered the room, his gaze locked with the other boys gaze, and he didn’t take his eyes of him, except for when he told Lyric to go to the girl. And then when he looked back up, he noticed the boy still looking at him. He took a breath to steady himself. Once he started talking to this boy, if they managed to hit it off right, and actually take a liking to each other, he was basically breaking the first rule of training. ‘Never name your prey’ He knew that it was unavoidable though. If he was to survive, then he was going to have to create an alliance. It was going to be hard though. He was already dreading killing Lyric. She was currently the other Tribute he knew by name, and the fact that they had grown up together only made things harder. At least when it came to the other Tributes, he had never met them before.

The boy smirked at him, and stopped twirling the knife. Rory noticed that his grip tightened on the blade quite badly. It wasn’t like he was going to try and wrestle the knife from him, there were plenty more on the stand to choose from. It will, won't it? Rory smiled back at him. He didn’t answer straight away. Instead he crossed over to the rack of weapons, and picked out a blade with a smallish leathery handle, and a seven inch steel blade. Survival blade. Hollow grip, useful for storing things, such as wire or a bandage. Notice the pommel, useful for bashing your opponents head. Sharp blade. Useful for hacking, cutting, or quite simply… at this point, he crossed to one of the many training dummy’s, and shoved the blade into its stomach, …Killing your opponent quickly. With that, he returned the knife to the rack, and turned to face the boy again, who was asking him another question. So, you're working with knives as well, or is your weapon choice going to be a surprise? He smiled at the boy. He was clever, no doubt about that. Trying to make him divulge what he was good at. Well, two could play at that game. He knew by the way, he was simply twirling the blade, and not doing anything with it, he most likely wasn’t a blade expert. But, he’d play along for now. I know about Knives and can use them well. Doesn’t mean I will though. he said, smiling at the boy. Revealing some of what he knew, without revealing the whole thing.

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Muse: Taylor Swift Feat The Civil Wars: Safe and Sound (and The Hunger Games Companion Guide. I can tell that book is going to come in handy now.)
Tagged: Tributes
Notes: I know right. It’s probably one of the funnest things I’ve RPed for some time

[Blaine Everett Anderson]

Being woken up by an alarm clock? That was all kinds of new. Usually Alice was awake first, going straight to jump on Blaine in the morning, and hell, it hurt. But at least it was home. Here? Here wasn't home. When his hazel eyes flicked open, they were bright for a few moments, before dulling over. Everything was nice here. Too nice. It wasn't where he wanted to be, not really, but hey. Could he complain? No. Because Blaine had chosen to be here, and if he made it look like he'd rather be back home, it was just.. pointless. He needed to be strong. For his family, for his district, for Lyssa. Lyssa needed him. Neither of them were going to make it - they'd established this early on - but neither of them were going to let the other die in vain. Laying there, under the duvet for a few moments, Blaine just let his thoughts drift back to home, before he hesitantly pulled himself out of bed and started to get changed into the outfit that had been left for him. It was simple, something comfortable yet practical. Blaine had befriended his stylist - he figured it made sense of some kind. She was nice, for someone from the Capitol. But someone from the Capitol all the same. Quickly sorting his hair out, which was basically running a hand through the curls in an attempt to tame it, Blaine slipped out into the hallways, smiling softly towards Lyssa when he saw her. Gently rubbing over her shoulder reassuringly for a few moments, they took to the elevator in silence, pressing the button for the ground floor. They didn't have to say anything, not really. They were friends, and that was that. One of them, if not both, was going to die in the arena in three days, and if they could help it, they were going to refrain from getting too attached. Blaine didn't want to kill Lyssa. Hell, he didn't want to kill anyone. Not if he didn't have to.

Upon entering the Training Center, Blaine saw the tributes from two other Districts inside. Three of them he didn't know, but the fourth? Kurt Hummel. Well, they'd got on swimmingly when they'd first met. Blaine hadn't tried to annoy him at all, at least, not much, but when a tribute had that much attitude? Blaine wasn't a mentor, but he knew an idiotic move when he saw one, and talking to people like that wasn't the way to make nice. His mentor's advice to him? "Stop being so damn chipper all the time, you're going to die. Act like it." Blaine didn't really know what to make of that. He wasn't going to go round all depressed, that would be stupid. No. He was just going to channel his enthusiasm in a different direction. Exchanging a few quick whispers with Lyssa, he decided to set off towards the knife station, because, well, how could he not? Putting on a crooked smile, Blaine smoothed down the creases in his shirt, running a hand through his hair. " Playing with knives, boys? "

[/color] He greeted, admittedly cheerily, as always. He just.. Blaine couldn't help it. It was like some kind of weird reflex. Glancing towards Kurt, he reached between the two, making sure to tense the muscles in his upper arm, which was currently showing due to the short sleeves on his shirt. If Kurt was going to remember anything about their conversation, it would probably be the fact he'd been a little too focused on his arms for a little too long. Pulling his body back, he twirled the knife round his fingers once or twice, glancing down at it idly. A knife could work for short distance. Though, that was probably what his axe was for. Slingshot? That was long distance. Or a crossbow. Something like that.

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WORDS :[/color] Idk.
TAG :[/color] Tributes.
MUSE :[/color] THIS IS WAR
NOTES :[/color] Blaine's kind of getting his own back for bitchy Cheerios!Kurt. xD
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[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Kurt didn't even know why he'd tightened his grip on the knife. Maybe it was just out of reflex or something. He watches as the male Tribute walks over to the rack, taking out one of the knives. "Survival blade. Hollow grip, useful for storing things, such as wire or a bandage. Notice the pommel, useful for bashing your opponents head. Sharp blade. Useful for hacking, cutting, or quite simply…"

[/b][/i]. The boy then thrust the knife into one of the dummy's stomach. …Killing your opponent quickly."[/b][/i]. Well.. Kurt knew at least one thing to watch out for with this kid "I know about Knives and can use them well. Doesn’t mean I will though"[/b][/i]. Seeing him smiling, Kurt gives a small smile back at him "Using knives.. Definitely something that'll be useful in the arena..As for what I know about? Not sure if I'm wanting to share that just yet."[/b]. Well, this kid seemed nice enough so far. It was easy for Kurt to be nice to this kid. Well, as nice as he could be in the Capitol, knowing what was going to come so soon.

Hearing the elevator, Kurt looks away from the District 12 boy to see who was coming down, not knowing the girl that walked out, but after seeing the boy, his face fell. Blaine Anderson. Well, this was going to be fun. Kurt had remembered their encounter on the train, and things just went fantastically. It just seemed like any time Blaine opened his mouth, he was annoying Kurt more and more. It wasn't a pleasant experience for him at all. Catching Blaine exchanging a few words with the female tribute for his district, Kurt closed his eyes, internally praying that Blaine wasn't coming -- and shit. There he was, walking over to him and the other boy. Frowning when Blaine smooths his shirt down and runs a hand through his hair, Kurt leans against the rack, and folds one arm over while keeping the other raised, tightening his grip on it briefly, before twirling it around his fingers a little faster. "Playing with knives, boys?"[/b][/i]. Hearing the cheeriness in his voice, Kurt rolls his eyes, looking away. Wow. How the hell was he managing this still? Kurt could kind of see why he was still like that on the train -- there was still hope that you weren't going to participate in the Games. But in the Capitol? Yeah, there was no chance of that happening, making Kurt briefly wonder what was wrong with him.

Noticing Blaine glancing at him, Kurt glares a little, watching him reach between the other male tribute and himself. Kurt's eyes briefly fall on Blaine's arms, and looks away, lips slightly parted when Blaine tenses the muscles in his upper arm, before scowling, remembering that he was staring at Blaine's arms on the train for a little too long. For some reason, Kurt was hoping that maybe, because they played for the same team, that Blaine would maybe act like that never happened. But really...Kurt knew that was stupid. Kurt then looked back over at Blaine and the other boy, trying to make it seem like he wasn't trying to avoid at looking at either one of them. Though, he then noticed that Blaine was actually wearing a short sleeved shirt, just making the whole arm situation even worse. Scowling a little, Kurt mentally cursed whoever Blaine's stylist was, wondering what made them think that it was a good idea to make him wear that. Seeing Blaine twirling the knife he picked up once or twice, glancing at it, Kurt pushed himself off of the racks, and stepped forwards a little "I suppose you could say that..."[/b]. He said, not looking directly at Blaine when he spoke. Twirling both knifes around his fingers quickly a few more times, Kurt catches the one in his right hand before throwing it at one of the dummies, the blade digging into the dummy's shoulder.

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TAGS:[/B] THE TRIBUTES
NOTES:[/B] It's the same for me ^_^ I love the group threads like this, haha

And yessss. Cheerios!Kurt is a bitch xD I want to hurt him myself, really.
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[Rachel Barbara Berry [Away]]

Being from District One, Rachel was pretty used to a fairly luxurious life, but here, in the Capitol? It was completely different. The luxury here was almost enough to make Rachel forget about the Games. Though, the Training sessions and the coaching from her and Sebastian's mentor made her remember it again. Though...It was still nice here. She actually did feel kind of happy in the Capitol. Waking up to her alarm clock, Rachel got up, brushed her hair out, and practised smiling in the mirror, remembering that her mentor told her to try and make her charming as she could be. It was a lot easier than she thought, but there was still a part of her that was dying. After being satisfied, Rachel pulled the outfit that her stylist had left for her. Rachel liked her stylist -- he was nice to her, and remembering that she wasn't really comfortable in pants, left her a pair of shorts, that looked baggy enough to be a skirt. It was better than nothing, she supposed. Then again, Rachel couldn't really imagine that wearing a skirt while in the Training Centre would be a good idea.

Walking out of her room, she saw Sebastian leaving his. Smiling, Rachel walks over to him, holding onto his hand before walking to the elevator with him, exchanging a few words with him on the walk there. Lowering the elevator into the Training Centre, Rachel looked around once it stopped, frowning to see that they weren't alone. But, luckily, only three other Districts were there. If her memory served her correctly, they were Districts Seven, Eight, and Twelve. Giving them all a small smile, Rachel looks up at Sebastian, before smiling up at him and heading over to the snares. She takes a breath, before attempting to make one, struggling a little as she watches the other Tributes.

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[Dave Strider]

Dave, as normal, got up at around 5am. He was used to getting up early to train with his brother, but today, he just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep through everything. That wasn't an option, though. He'd just have to face it, it wasn't as if he had much of a choice either way.
He didn't even bother waiting for the other tribute from his district, he just got ready made his way down to the Training Centre, assuming she'd not be long behind him.

It took him a little longer than he had expected to get there, as there were a few people already there. Though, he guessed that was due to the speed he was moving at. Rather than his usual quick, determined steps, he had slowed almost to the point of not moving at all, trying to delay getting there as much as possible.
He didn't recognise anyone there, not that he needed to. it seemed pointless too get to know anyone at this stage.
he sighed and made his way over to one of the weapon racks, pulling a two-handed sword from it. He was tempted to give it a few swings then and there, but decided against it. Letting the end of it clatter to the ground, he made his way over to the training dummys by the knives.
A few of the other tributes were already there, talking amongst themselves. Seeing one of them twirling a knife before trowing it at a dummy, he couldn't help but laugh a little.
"You really think you'll have time to do that shit in an actual fight, dude?"

[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

Rory could feel the other boy watching him as he moved the blade around, before stabbing the Dummy. He honestly didn’t know what had possessed him to start showing off his knife skills. A part of him wanted to leave the other boy knowing who he was, and what he could he could do. But the other part of him, well, that was also to show him what he could do, but for a different reason. He knew that if he wanted this boy as part of his alliance, then he needed to show him what he could do, without revealing too much. Using knives. Definitely something that'll be useful in the arena .As for what I know about? Not sure if I'm wanting to share that just yet. He smiled at him. That’s your choice. We all need are own little surprises. Though after what I’ve seen just now, one of us is most likely going to end up holding a knife to the other throat. He inwardly groaned. Why did he have to go and say that? He had just basically gone and sent him a death threat, and destroyed any chance of an alliance. If he was to get this back on track, he’d have to show him what else he could do. But doing that meant revealing his own surprise attack, but right now, he really didn’t have a choice. With that in mind, he was about to head off in the direction of the Bows and Arrows, when he heard the lift open once more. His eyes flicked to see who was coming in, and he spotted the District Seven Tributes entering the room. He saw them exchange a few words, before the boy headed over in their direction, smoothing down his shirt and running a hand through his hair.

Playing with knives boys? That was a little too cheery for Rory’s taste. It was the voice of someone who sounded like they had no problem with going into that arena, and killing of people his age, and a few people older and younger than himself. Well, Rory wasn’t going down without a fight. I suppose you could say that… Rory himself just smiled at the boy and said, Playing, Training, admiring. You can call it what it want he said back to him, in voice that was almost just as cheery as his own. Two could play at his game. Without any reason, the boy standing next him twirled the knives in his hand again, before throwing it at one of the dummies. Rory was impressed when the knife hit its target, if even if it was only in the shoulder. He was about to say something, when he heard a laugh coming from behind them. He turned round, and found, that well they had been talking amongst themselves, more tributes had filed into the room. He saw that District One had arrived, and the one who had laughed was the male tribute from District Three. So currently, only one Career District had turned up. This was surprising. Usually the Career Districts were some of the first one down here. You really think you'll have time to do that shit in an actual fight, dude? Before anyone else could answer, Rory, had picked up a pair of Throwing knives of the rack, and thrown it at the dummy right behind the boy. It hit with a successful thud, and when he had a proper look, he saw that it had hit right in the throat. He allowed a small smile to pass his lips. Then be thankful it’s not the real thing, or you’d be dead right now Just to emphasize his point, he threw the second knife, which joined it’s partner, hitting the dummy in the head. If he could just help this boy, then maybe, he could get an alliance with him after all.

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Muse: Taylor Swift Feat The Civil Wars: Safe and Sound
Tagged: Tributes
Notes: Same. I’m a big fan of group posts.

[Dave Strider]

As the first of the knives flew past him, Dave flinched to the side. It was times like this he was glad to be wearing his sunglasses. His mouth hadn't moved, but his eyes had a look of obvious shock, and he wasn't about to let anyone see any kind of weakness, especially not now.
He glanced behind him to see where it had hit. Right in the throat. Damn, that could've been nasty. He turned his gaze back to the boy in front of him, ready to make a comment, when he was stopped. "Then be thankful it’s not the real thing, or you’d be dead right now" Again, Dave's train of thought was interrupted, this time by a second knife, flying behind him and joining the first on the dummy.

He frowned a little and re-ajusted his glasses. "Yeah, maybe. But you'd do well not to underestimate people. Looks can be deceiving, and I ain't helping you if you end up prematurely out of this allegedly futile competition." he shrugged and lifted the sword he was holding onto his shoulder " I've got no intention of losing. Neither should you. But lettin' yourself get all egotistical and shit's not gonna help."

[Jade Harley [Away]]

Jade didn't ever think that she would get used to life in the Capitol, but then again, it was only a short while she was going to be here and then she was going into the arena to die. Even if she did make out alive, Jade would just be back in District 11. Which would be what she wanted. She missed everyone there. She missed Bec.

Leaving to the Training Centre with Finn, she looked around the room and tried to see what Districts were there, ultimately failing. Well...she should have paid attention during the welcoming ceremony. Not much to be done about it though. Looking around, she saw at least four other girls and three guys in a group, causing Jade to swallow back, assuming that they were all from the Career districts. Why else would they all be here so early. Running away from Finn, Jade picks up a slingshot, shooting at one of the dummies. Noticing another boy walk over to the alleged Male Career Tributes, she bites her lip, feeling like she knows him from somewhere, but not sure where from.

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MUSE: NONE
TAGS: TRIBUTES
NOTES Kinda shit. Oh well

[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

Rory tried not to feel pleased with himself, but there was a part of him that was. He had noticed the boy flinch when the first knife went sailing past his head. When he had turned around to look at where it had ended up, Rory hoped that his luck would hold out. It really had been a fluke, where the knife had landed; he had originally been aiming for the chest. As he turned back around, he had the other one ready to throw, and spoke before the boy had a chance to say anything. After he had thrown the second knife, Rory almost left, but before he could go to collect his weapons, the boy was talking. Yeah, maybe. But you'd do well not to underestimate people. Looks can be deceiving, and I ain't helping you if you end up prematurely out of this allegedly futile competition At this point he lifted the sword he had been carrying onto his shoulders, which Rory instantly took as a move to try and scare him of. Well it wouldn’t work. He had no intention of being scared by anyone, or anything. I never underestimate my competition. And I had no intentions of asking for your help in this ‘futile competition.’ He was about to leave again, but the other lad had more to say. I've got no intention of losing. Neither should you. But lettin' yourself get all egotistical and shit's not gonna help. I’ve got no intention of losing either. He strode past the boy, yanked his knifes out of the dummy, and placed them back on the rack, before turning back to him and saying, And thanks for the advice. I’ll be sure to keep it in mind.

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Muse: Taylor Swift Feat The Civil Wars: Safe and Sound
Tagged: Fellow Tributes
Notes: None

[Vriska Serket [Away]]

Hearing her alarm clock set off, Vriska jumps off, tearing herself from the bed, practically giddy with excitement. Wow. First day of training. This was what Vriska was born for. Looking at her clothes, well, the clothes that had been left for her by her stylist, Vriska rips off her nightshirt, tossing it behind her and swiftly places the outfit left for her on before bolting out of the room, not even bothering to see if Zach was there or even wait for him, heading straight down to the elevator.

Okay, maybe that wasn't a good idea, leaving Zach behind like that, but Vriska was far too excited, and besides. Her mentor had only told them to be friendly in front of the cameras. What they did behind them wasn't important, just as long as it wasn't obvious that they hate each other, and for once? Vriska didn't hate the kid. Sure, she got annoyed by him, but she kept most of her bitchiness under control with him. That was another thing her mentor had mentioned. She wasn't too be too much of a bitch, but she wasn't to act all angelic. She had to act tough enough to know that she meant business and that she wasn't going down easily. She supposes that she could manage that, though Vriska wasn't making any promises.

Looking around the Training Centre, Vriska notices that only one of the Career Tributes were already there. Vriska frowns a little. Okay, she didn't really want to straight into making an allegiance. So far, she hadn't gotten any word on what to do, and she wanted to make sure that it was the right thing to do with her mentor first. She supposes that she should probably check with Zach as well first. So, shaking her hair back, Vriska walks over to the sword station, and picks up a rapier. Seeing the other kid there, she smirks a little at him before starting attacking one of the dummies, almost effortlessly thrusting it into the damn thing. Rapiers were definitely the weapon that Vriska wanted. Anything else, while she could probably use, she didn't excel in. Vriska just decides that in the even she doesn't get a rapier? She'll use another sword if there's just simply not one, or that she would go straight for killing whoever took it, and claim it for herself.

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MUSE:[/b] NONE
TAGS:[/b] TRIBUTES!
NOTES:[/b] NONE[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Well, so far? The District Twelve boy didn't seem too bad, and seemed like he was pretty easy to get along with. Which was good....and it was bad. It was good because Kurt felt like he wouldn't have to worry about getting killed by this kid, yet it was bad because if he kept this up, Kurt knew he would be tempted to team up with this kid, and end up running the risk of getting too attached to him, and would probably die emotionally if he died in the arena, or would have to risk killing this other boy. There was also the risk that he might get stabbed in the back. Literally. "That’s your choice. We all need are own little surprises. Though after what I’ve seen just now, one of us is most likely going to end up holding a knife to the other throat."

[/b][/i]. Kurt laughs weakly, and shakes his head. Whether or not it was a death threat or not, Kurt didn't know. But...he supposed that the kid was right. That was a situation that seemed like it could happen. Kurt would avoid having to kill this kid.

It really just sunk in how unsettling Blaine's tone was now that they were in the Training Centre. It may have been paranoia talking, but it was almost as though Blaine didn't have any problems with what was going on. Though, after the conversation he had with him on the train, it didn't really seem like the case to Kurt. There was the chance that Blaine was lying about not wanting to kill anyone, but somehow, Kurt felt like he was telling the truth. He sure as hell didn't trust Blaine though. "Playing, Training, admiring. You can call it what it want"[/b][/i] Hearing that the District Twelve boy returning the same cheery tone, Kurt couldn't help but smirk a little. As to why Kurt just threw that knife..He didn't know. Maybe he was threatening Blaine, or just showing off. Though, Kurt was leaning more to him just wanting to be a show off. Kurt never wanted to give anyone any reason to hunt on him. Looking briefly around, Kurt sees the District One tributes arriving. Huh...It was pretty weird that they weren't here earlier. He was expecting that all of the Career Tributes would have been here so much earlier. Looking back at Blaine, and the District Twelve tribute, he notices that the latter was about to say something, but a laugh cut him off. Kurt turns around, and narrows his eyes, seeing that the person who had laughed was probably only around fourteen. If it wasn't for paying attention to ever single person at the Welcoming Ceremony, Kurt would have probably thought that he was from one of the Career districts, when in fact, he was from District Three.

"You really think you'll have time to do that shit in an actual fight, dude?"[/b][/i] Kurt lets out a slightly startled gasp of shock "Excuse me?![/b]. Kurt was only seconds away from ranting when the District Twelve Boy took some throwing knives from the rack, and threw on of them at the dummy behind the blond boy's head. The blonde boy flinched, but didn't seem to show any more shock but that. Maybe it was because of those damn shades...Kurt didn't know, really. "Then be thankful it’s not the real thing, or you’d be dead right now"[/b][/i]. Then, the dark haired boy from District Twelve threw the other knife to meet up with the other. Letting out a slight chuckle, Kurt couldn't help but admit that he was grateful for that. He was expecting to get torn into by Blaine and the brunette for showing off. Then, he internally cursed. He kind of owed this boy now, and if killing him was already going to be hard, now it was going to be next to impossible, especially if something like this ever happened in the actual Arena.

"Yeah, maybe. But you'd do well not to underestimate people. Looks can be deceiving, and I ain't helping you if you end up prematurely out of this allegedly futile competition."[/b][/i]. Catching the blonde boy picking up one of the swords onto his shoulder, Kurt raises an eyebrow a little at him. What was he trying to do...? Start a fight? "I never underestimate my competition. And I had no intentions of asking for your help in this ‘futile competition"[/b][/i]. Kurt looks at the blonde kid again and sighs "Unless I want to die at the start, then I'm not underestimating anyone in these 'Games'. And don't worry, I'm probably going out there alone, unless someone proves to be a good enough ally"[/b] "I've got no intention of losing. Neither should you. But lettin' yourself get all egotistical and shit's not gonna help"[/i][/b] Kurt shakes his head, and doesn't say anything, and just assuming that it was meant for the District Twelve tribute more than to him anyway. "I’ve got no intention of losing either."[/b][/i]. Kurt watches as he gets the knives back and places them on the life. It was...strange that a lot of people seemed to be determined not to lose, which did make Kurt feel bad. Sure, Kurt was determined to go as far as he could, and hopefully win, but he couldn't see himself winning at all. "And thanks for the advice. I’ll be sure to keep it in mind."[/b][/i]. One of the other Careers had entered the Training Centre at this point -- the girl from District Five, and she wasn't with her male tribute, which made Kurt wonder why she was alone. But then she had picked up one of the rapiers, and started thrusting it around, like it was nothing. Slightly shuddering, Kurt turns his attention away from the girl, and just picks up the knife out of the dummies shoulder.

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WORDS:[/B] 988
MUSE:[/B] RUE'S LULLABY (PIANO ACCOMPLISHMENT)[/B][/SIZE][/FONT][/URL]
TAGS:[/B] THE TRIBUTES
NOTES:[/B] NONE
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[Rory Conrí Flanagan]

Glancing briefly in District Eight’s direction, he saw the smirk pass across the boy’s lips, and couldn’t help but smirk back. So maybe he hadn’t ruined his chances with the boy with that out of place comment about the knives, but he knew that he was still probably going to do some kind of damage control. Excuse me? What had spurred him to jump in and try to defend this boy. Well, he supposed the main reason was this was his chance to do some kind of damage control. He wasn’t so sure why he wanted this boy for his alliance. Maybe it was because he was the first person who he had spoken two, and not wanted to throttle. Unlike this boy. This was the first time he had properly spoken to him, and he already decided that he didn’t like him. As for the other boy, who he had an inkling District Five already knew in some way, well, there was something about the way he spoke that just put him off. But there was also that part of him that didn’t want an alliance with anyone. He was already dreading having to kill in the arena, and if he made an alliance, he would most likely get to emotionally attached, and that would make killing him all the more harder. Though, he could always just break the alliance off when it got nearer the end of the Games, and just hope it didn’t come down to the two of them, because if it did, he wasn’t going to be able to do it. Unless I want to die at the start, then I'm not underestimating anyone in these 'Games'. And don't worry; I'm probably going out there alone, unless someone proves to be a good enough ally So. He was considering allies, but they had to prove themselves. He didn’t want to say anything just yet; first thing first, he had to get him away from the others, if only for a few minutes. After he had placed the knives back on the rock, he noticed that someone else had entered the room. The Female District Five Tribute, minus her Male counterpart. It felt strange. Most Tributes tended to come in their pairs, so why were some of them coming on their own. He watched her closely as she picked up a Rapier, and began thrusting around. After a while, he stopped staring, and looked around at the other stations. He had enough of the knives. If he was going to get this boy on his own, he was going to have to move on, and just hope that he came after him. After a quick look around, he headed of in the direction of the Spear station. Looks like it was time to show what he wasn’t good at.

Words: 475
Muse: Rue’s Lullaby (Piano Accompaniment)
Tagged: Tributes
Notes: None