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Post by Kurt Edward Hummel [Away] on Jan 24, 2012 0:11:31 GMT
Okay, it was really annoying how much his mind was fighting over forming an allegiance with the District Twelve male. Maybe his mind could come to some form of compromise and do the same what he was planning on doing with Scarlett -- help out whenever he passed him by. That way, he'd still be helping, but he probably wouldn't let himself get as attached. Eh. Kurt would just have to see how things played out first. It seemed like the best thing to do, after all. It wasn't that Kurt was opposed at all..He knew that an alliance would certainly help him out a lot in the arena. It was just the things that came with losing your partner, or partners -- even worse -- them losing you. Kurt didn't feel that in a bigheaded way, like he was something worth missing, but after losing his mother? Kurt knew exactly how much it hurt to lose someone close to you, and Kurt sure as hell didn't want anyone else to go through that.
Zoning out a little, Kurt only noticed that the District Twelve boy moved to a different station when noticing that Blaine was the only one that was really still at the knife station. Looking around for him, Kurt saw the District Twelve male Tribute at the spear station. Deciding to take the opportunity to maybe see if an allegiance was possible, Kurt places the knives back on the rack, smoothing his clothes down before taking a deep breath. He looks over at Blaine, holding his gaze for a few moments before heading off into the direction of the spear station. It wasn't really a good choice for him. Kurt knew he was probably no good with a spear, but he could at least try. Looking through the racks, Kurt tries to find one that wasn't going to be far too big for him that it was just be impossible to use, but wasn't so short that it would defeat the purpose of long range thrusting. Settling on one, Kurt slowly turns it in his hands, inspecting the details of the handle carefully. Eventually, he looks up at the other Tribute, deciding to make conversation, knowing it was probably the best way to start to discover if an alliance with him would be good or not. "It was getting a little crowded over there, wasn't it?"
[/b]. Kurt was still attempting to be cheerful, and friendly. It was a little hard before, but it wasn't something that was impossible for him, even with Blaine being there...but District Three really did sour his mood. It was getting hard to keep up this damn persona that he didn't want to snap at pretty much everyone in Panem, near enough. WORDS:[/B] 458 MUSE:[/B] RUE'S LULLABY (PIANO ACCOMPLISHMENT)[/B][/SIZE][/FONT][/URL] TAGS:[/B] THE TRIBUTES NOTES:[/B] Sorry. This is shiiiitttt [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]
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Post by Scarlett Deja Grey *Awy on Mar 13, 2012 1:02:35 GMT
One of those morning where it took all her energy to drag her technically lifeless body out of bed. She had seen it the night before, in her eyes. She had no life left in her. There was a fight hiding somewhere inside of her but she had to find it. Maybe part of it would show up today but she very much doubted that happening. Especially when she had no desire to even move. This was a lot for Scarlett. Normally she was an early riser and always ready for a new day. Though when her possible death was days from happening. That didn't go well in her mind. Eventually she managed to get up. It took her some effort. However, once she was out of bed. It was better because her body just kicked into natural gear and she washed her face and started to dress in her training outfit. She didn't even look at it. She didn't really care what they were making her wear. She was dressed and ready to be anywhere that kept Chris away from her for the day. That was all that she could ask for. She finished everything off by pulling her hair up into a ponytail. She then stepped into the hallway and found Kurt easily enough. Luckily, he seemed to want to get downstairs and not hang around. When they got to the training area, Kurt ran off without a word to her. Not that it was all that odd. They weren't really talking. Sure, they were nice upstairs but down here whatever deal they had made was secret. She stepped over to the knot station and began to fiddle with a piece of rope. The instructor correcting her when she had difficulties. Words; 297 Tagged; Tributes Muse; SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOWNotes; CRAP CRAP AND CRAP
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Post by Lyric Valentine Hutchinson*Awy on Mar 13, 2012 1:07:25 GMT
Training time. Lyric stared up at the ceiling. She had been for a while now. She had had a horrible nights sleep. Her normal nightmares running through her mind. Watching her cousin in the games, finding her mother's dead body, watching Puck die. None were pleasant memories. None really allowed her to sleep. They had just gotten worse since she had been here. Then again it probably didn't help that her cousin had pulled her aside right before bed and talked to her. She wasn't allowed to mention anything about her father or Puck or her mother or him if she could avoid it. She sighed and said fine. thus cue the nightmares when her eyes closed. Pushing herself from bed and all thoughts of Puck from her mind, she ran a brush through her blond locks. Staring into the mirror at the tired girl that was suppose to be her. Then she went through the process of braiding her hair back. It was easy to train that way. No hair in face except the bangs that were to short to pull back and framed her face. She then dressed in the provided outfit. It wasn't anything special but it would do for her. She met Rory in the hallway. They both seemed ready for the day. Ready to practice and figure out where her competition lies. That was all that she could do at the moment. Though they were stepping out of the elevator and on to the training floor. He spoke to her but without being rude. She ignored what he had said. He was the one in charge here. She had her own things to do and she would talk to who she wanted to talk to. After a while, Lyric ended up at the archery station. It wasn't her primary weapon but she was a rather excellent shot. She picked a bow that would fit her and then picked up and arrow. She shot and it sunk into th target. She wanted to do something. To catch Rory's attention and make sure that he didn't turn on their deal and plot with someone to have them take her out. She picked up another arrow and looked around. He was at the spear station with the District Eight boy. She drew the bow back and fired the arrow. It sunk into the wood of one of the spears, rattling the rack and drawing their attention to the cause of it. Words; 420 Tagged; Tributes Muse; SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOWNotes; I like this post
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Post by Melyssa Serenity St. James*Awy on Mar 13, 2012 1:12:02 GMT
Normally waking up for Lyssa, involved JC crawling into her bed and tickling her until she was laughing so hard that she couldn't breath. She would have hated that but because it was JC she loved. That little boy was everything to her which was why she owned so much to Blaine. She really needed to find a way to make things even between them but she didn't think that anything would ever be enough to repay this debt. She could never do enough. Her debt was to big to be paid with anything but her life traded to spare his. She was going to make sure that Blaine made it home and then he made sure that JC knew that she loved him. Now was not the time to think about this though. Shhe had to get up and get ready. She had get up and get ready for training. This was like the last thing that she wanted to be doing with her day. She didn't really have a choice though. She was going to have to dress and go deal with the other tributes. At least she would have Blaine there. That would make it all that much easier to deal with. Finding her outfit, she started to dress. It was all she could do right now. Not really much choice in the matter. She left her hair down. It was how she preferred to wear her hair. In the hallway, she found Blaine waiting. He was dressed similarly to her and he seemed to actually be waiting for her to join him. They stepped into the elevator quietly. She didn't know what to say to him. There wasn't much that they could do or say that would change things anyways. There were a few Districts already there when they arrived. Blaine said a few things to her before making his way over to join the boy. Lyssa headed off to the edible plants station to learn some helpful stuff. Words; 338 Tagged; Tributes Muse; SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOWNotes;it sucks but Lyssa is being difficult
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Post by Sebastian Sinclair Smythe *Awy on Mar 13, 2012 1:16:02 GMT
The first thing that Sebastian had wanted to see when his eyes opened was Rachel. Though apparently that was too much to ask. He just wanted to look at her pretty face and hold her close and have her as his. That was all that he wanted. He just wanted to say that she was his and that no one could change that. That somehow even if they both died that everyone would that she was his and he loved her. He knew that he was thinking crazy but he wanted everyone to know that she was his. He wanted to scream it to the world. Then it hit him. He knew what he wanted to do. He just had to find the right moment to do it. He got dressed as fast as he could. He had to find Rachel. He needed to find the right moment to ask. He just needed to be around her. That was all that he could do right now. When he saw her in the hallway, he felt like smiling despite the situation. She was going to be his. That was all there was to it. Nothing was going to change that. Not even death. He held her hand in the elevator ride down. It was all he could do. He had to keep his hands to himself. No matter how badly he wanted to hold her close and never let go. There were three districts hovering around and doing things. He looked around before leading Rachel over to the camoflague station when they finished messing with the snares. I think this would be a useful skill for us. Words; 281 Tagged; Tributes Muse; SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOWNotes; the evil plots we come up with
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Post by Brittany Susan Pierce *Awy on Mar 13, 2012 1:16:51 GMT
Brittany climbed out of bed. She didn't really get why she was here. There was nothing that she could learn that would help her in the arena. Though she might as well try and seem like she is learnng something. Even though she won't remember any of it later on. That wasn't really what mattered to the Gamemakers though. All they wanted was blood and guts. If she were to die in the arena, which she might then well they would enjoy watching her death. She really shouldn't be think about this stuff. She should be getting dressed for the day. Climbing out of bed, Brittany sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She wasn't in a rush. Not like Dave was going to be waiting for her or anything. He wasn't that kind of person. He was too wound up in making sure that he kept his cool. She dressed in what she could only call a costume. It didn't look like normal clothes to her. Though she didn't have a choice anymore. They had taken that from her. The hallway was empty when she stepped into it. Just as she had thought. There wasn't much she could do to delay her way to training. She might as well just get it over with. When the elevator doors slide open a while later. There were quiet a few people around but she didn't talk to anyone. She headed over to the snares, seeing that no one was there at the moment. She needed something useful to do. Words; 269 Tagged; Tributes Muse; SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOWNotes; CRAP CRAP AND CRAP
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Post by Dave Strider on Mar 24, 2012 23:52:41 GMT
By this point Dave had shifted off to the side, removing himself from the area everyone else was standing in. He leaned against a wall, keeping an uninterested look on his face as he scanned over the people currently in the room. He stopped when his eyes fell on the male tribute for District Eight. Dave frowned a little, but forced his face back into a neutral expresion.
He had absolutely no idea what this guys name was, what he did though, however, is that he was an arrogant prick. An arrogant prick that needed to be taught a lesson. Hoisting the sword he was holding over his shoulder again, Dave slowly started moving towards him. After a few steps, he stopped and glanced at the floor. "Good, Good.... This should be easy enough"
Moving a little quicker this time, Dave moved silently across the room until Kurt's back was facing him.
He took a deep breath. Hopefully he can pull this off, otherwise he's gonna look like an ass. His brother made it look so easy, moving from one end of a room to another before you'd even noticed he'd moved. All the while not making a damn sound. Dave, though, never really got the hang of it. You could see him pretty easily if you were paying attention - he just had to hope that Kurt's attention was somewhere else.
He darted forwards, skidding to a halt a little further than a foot away from Kurt's back, his sword pressed aginst his neck. Bingo. Dave couldn't help but let an ever-so-slight smirk form on his face "Distracted, were we?"
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Post by Rory Conrí Flanagan on Mar 25, 2012 11:43:57 GMT
Rory had by now moved away from the Knife station. It was getting too crowded for his liking. He preferred to be on his own so that he could think. The only place he could think of going was the spear station. So that was where he headed. He wasn’t very god when it came to spearing, but it was best for him to make out that he was rubbish at something. Besides, he was so bad, it gave him time to think about what he was going to do for an allegiance. Lyric and him had already agreed to help each other out, but they both knew that in order to survive, they were going to need more than one allegiance. And right now, the only person he was really even considering was the District Eight male. But even then, he wasn’t sure that he wanted too. He didn’t know if he could take someone he had gotten close to being killed. Maybe they could reach some kind of compromise.
He was ripped from his thoughts by a voice speaking at his side It was getting a little crowded over there, wasn't it? He turned around and found himself facing the District Eight male. The very same person who was causing his internal struggle. But still, he forced a smile onto his face, and said back, Yeah, I suppose it was He turned back to the rack, and was about to pick up a spear, when he an arrow thudded into the wood of the spear he was just about to pick up. He whipped around, and found the source to be Lyric, standing at the Bow and Arrow station, facing them, bow in hand. He had a feeling she was just showing him what she could do, so that he wouldn’t turn back on their deal. He probably would have done the same thing to be honest, if he had seen her standing with another Tribute. But then something else caught his eye. The District Three boy, slowly creeping across the floor, towards the District Eight male. He quickly mumbled something about being back in a minute, and then slinked off himself, making it seem like he was heading toward Lyric, but halfway across, he changed direction, and headed back to the Knife station. He quickly grabbed a pair of knives, before heading back to the Spear station. As he approached, he saw the District three male had a sword at District Eight’s throat. As he got closer he heard, Distracted, were we? He got as close as he dared, before crossing the blades across his throat and saying Getting cocky, are we?
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Post by Kurt Edward Hummel [Away] on Mar 25, 2012 12:16:19 GMT
Seeing the boy from District 12, Kurt smiles back softly. "Yeah, I suppose it was"
[/b][/i] Kurt nods, inspecting the spear in his hands. "Who knew that knives were so popular..?"[/b] As he was about to test how well he could actually use a spear, Kurt heard the familiar twang of an arrow being shot, causing him to jump out of the way when one came towards him. He knew that it probably wasn't going to hit, but Kurt didn't want to risk anything. Turning around, he sees that the arrow came from the girl from District 12. Was she not happy with Kurt talking to her male Tribute..? Kurt could kind of understand why, but Kurt wasn't planning anything malicious unless he felt that it was going to happen to him, and it would only be to defend himself. Relaxing himself a little, trying not to think too much about why the arrow was shot at him, Kurt just focuses on trying to use the spear. Well.. it definitely wasn't his forte. It would be something he could use if that was the only weapon he could get his hands on, and would get past the first two nights. He was 95% sure, however, if he got his hands on a set of bow and arrows, that he would make it to the final eight. Kurt actually had a chance of surviving then. But he couldn't on getting a set, so he had to see what else he was good with. Just in case. He didn't even notice District 3 moving until he felt the sword pressing against his neck, causing him to shout out in shock, and dropping the spear "Distracted, were we?"[/b][/i] Breathing heavily, Kurt turns his head slightly, looking at him. "We're not supposed to engage in combat in here.."[/b], Kurt mutters, not taking his eyes off District 3. What the hell was this kid's problem with him? Then, there was knives at the blond boy's throat, being held by the boy from District 12. Kurt didn't know why the boy had done that, but he was grateful. "Getting cocky, are we?"[/b][/i]. Kurt nods, giving a small grateful smile to the boy from District 12. Kurt couldn't help but feel uneasy, however. If this was in the arena, Kurt would've been dead, he knew it. Which didn't do too well to help his confidence that he was going to do well, if it was that easy for some kid to point a knife at his neck. He really did need to make an alliance with someone -- and fast. WORDS:[/B] 431 MUSE:[/B] RUE'S LULLABY (PIANO ACCOMPLISHMENT)[/B][/SIZE][/FONT][/URL] TAGS:[/B] THE TRIBUTES NOTES:[/B] Poor Kurt xD Has weapons and shit thrown at him and we're not even at the Cornucopia, haha. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]
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Post by Dave Strider on Mar 25, 2012 19:47:04 GMT
Dave's smirk became much more obvious when the District Eight boy dropped his weapon. When the boy turned to look at him though, he forced his face back into a neutral expression. That was close. "We're not supposed to engage in combat in here.." Dave shrugged, ready to give him a bit of a lecture, but before he could speak, he was approached quickly by the boy from Disctrict 12. Before Dave could react, he had a pair of knives at his throat. "Getting cocky, are we?" Dave frowned. That guy is such an ass. He directed his attention to the boy, shooting him the sharpest glare he could manage. Not that the boy'd be able to see him. He slowly removed the sword from it's place next to District Eight's neck, trying to stop his hands from shaking too much as he lowered it to the floor. "Who said I was going to engage in combat?" Dave spoke slowly, it was easier to keep his voice sounding as normal as possible that way. "If I had wanted to start something I wouldn't have stopped moving until your head was rolling across the damn floor. I was just making a point, you ain't gonna last long if you don't pay attention."
"And move those damn knives, will you dude?"
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Post by Kurt Edward Hummel [Away] on Mar 30, 2012 20:40:52 GMT
Kurt didn't know if it was just his imagination, but was the boy from District Three smirking at him? Though, he only saw what seemed like a smirk for half a second, so Kurt couldn't be too sure. As the boy shrugged, Kurt was about to stop himself from going on a huge rant, when knives appeared at District Three's neck, causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow "Getting cocky, are we?"
[/b] The boy from District Twelve was the one holding the knives to the other boy's throat. Kurt did have to wonder why he was helping him deal with the complete ass of a Tribute from District Three, but Kurt wasn't complaining. If the boy from District Twelve wasn't helping here, Kurt was sure that if he wasn't there, he would've grabbed a bow and arrow from the Archery Station and would've attempted to harm the kid as much as possible without killing him, completely ignoring the rule about not engaging in combat with the other tributes. Maybe Chris was right..Maybe he did have to work on his temper. It wasn't going to do him any good after all. "Who said I was going to engage in combat?"[/b][/i] When he feels the sword leaving the back of his neck. Kurt turns around, and gives the boy from District Three his best death glare, crossing his arms, ad raising his eyebrow, a scowl on his face. "You pointed a sword to my neck! That's really evidence enough that you were going to start something!"[/b] The boy was speaking slowly, seemingly to keep himself calm. "If I had wanted to start something I wouldn't have stopped moving until your head was rolling across the damn floor. I was just making a point, you ain't gonna last long if you don't pay attention."[/b][/i]. Kurt rolls his eyes, before glaring at him again. Who the hell did this kid think he was? One of the Careers? "Well, just count yourself lucky we're not in the Arena, because there would be no way in hell that you would even think about doing that as you'd be impaled to the nearest flat surface"[/b] Kurt spat out before he even think about what he'd said. If he was going to be honest himself, Kurt really didn't expect himself to say that, but really... This kid was making him so mad, he could barely think straight. "And move those damn knives, will you dude?"[/b][/i] Kurt just sighs, shaking his head slightly WORDS:[/B] 414 MUSE:[/B] RUE'S LULLABY (PIANO ACCOMPLISHMENT)[/B][/SIZE][/FONT][/URL] TAGS:[/B] THE TRIBUTES NOTES:[/B] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]
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Post by Rory Conrí Flanagan on May 2, 2012 20:32:46 GMT
Rory saw District Eight give him a smile in return, before he said, Who knew that knives were so popular..? Rory chuckled slightly. He was surprised at how crowded it had gotten. He didn’t that many tributes could be at one station for so long, without some kind of fight happening. Alright, so, maybe, just maybe, he had kind of threatened the District Three male when he had thrown the knives an inch past his head, embedding them in the dummy behind him. But apart from that, nothing had happened. Yeah. I certainly didn’t realize it. When Lyric had fired the arrow, he District Eight had had the good sense to jump out of the way. He, on the other hand, had decided to remain still. Stupid really. Had they been in the arena, he would most likely be dead.
After he had gone away, ha had then followed the District Three male as quietly as possible. When he had stopped, Rory had the good sense to stay away until he thought he was really needed. That came soon. As he approached, he heard the District Eight boy mutter quietly, We’re not supposed to engage in combat here. By that point, Rory had his knives at the boys neck, muttering, Getting cocky are we? He gave a quick glance around, and saw the Peacekeepers by the door had become less relaxed, and now had their eyes on the three boys, ready to spring into action should something go wrong.
The sword was lowered from District Eight’s neck, and he saw that he was giving him a grateful smile. He had no idea why he was so intent on showing off to him, but he kept on doing it, usually without thinking about it. But still the knives were at the other boys’ neck. He hadn’t lowered them yet, and he didn’t know why. But, for the time being, he was keeping them there. The Peacekeepers still hadn’t taken their eyes of them, but there gaze was mostly on Rory. Probably because he was the only being threatening. He felt the boy from Three’s neck muscles tense, and he guessed that he was trying to face him, but was restricted by the knives. He smiled slightly. It was now having this kind of power over someone. Who said I was going to engage in combat? He was speaking slowly, obviously trying to keep calm. Kind of hard to do when you had a pair of knives at your throat. Rory smiled as Eight gave Three a death glare, raised his eyebrow, and crossed his arms, before saying, You pointed a sword to my neck! That's really evidence enough that you were going to start something! Rory chuckled, saying nothing. If I had wanted to start something I wouldn't have stopped moving until your head was rolling across the damn floor. I was just making a point, you ain't gonna last long if you don't pay attention. As much as he hated to admit it, he had a point. None of them would last long if they didn’t pay attention. This was truth enough. Well, just count yourself lucky we're not in the Arena, because there would be no way in hell that you would even think about doing that as you'd be impaled to the nearest flat surface spat the boy from Eight. Rory was surprised. He hadn’t expected him to say that. And move those damn knives, will you dude? Rory gave a fake smile. But of course. Since you asked so nicely, I’d be only happy to oblige. He slowly drew the knives away, but let one nick the side of his neck, just enough to cause a bit of pain, and leave a small mark. Oops. Sorry. How clumsy of me. Rory kicked himself internally. That was not a smart thing to do. He looked back at the Peacekeepers, who had relaxed again, but he noticed that they were still looking in the general direction of the three boys.
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