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                                                Posted: Wed, 17/06/2020 23:47                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Tempest grins. "Lucky for us, Snow granted each of us the gift of a single rose. It's on the night stand in our rooms" her face darkens for a moment. "I threw mine out" she admitted. "But it should still be there. We could give that to her" she points out. She looks above Gateguard's shoulder and at the clock. "We have a little bit before lunch ends. I should have time to quickly find it"

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                                                Posted: Wed, 17/06/2020 23:50                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Emmie wanders around the area. She discovers a talent with spears, but besides that, nothing. She finds a curious looking weapon and picks it up. She fingers it. "Excuse me, what is this?" she asks a trainer. "that is called a sais." they respond.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 01:43                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Without waiting for an answer, Tempest quickly gets up and runs to her room. It's a long run, but she finally makes it. Luck must be on her side, because the rose is still in the trashcan. She gingerly picks it up and stares at it. It's not a solid white rose, curiously, there seems to be even brighter white spots on the rose. It's quite beautiful, but unfortunately, it's a constant reminder of the capitol. She runs back to the cafeteria. She is almost completely out of breath when she makes it back.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 02:38                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

The tributes trained for three more days, on the final day just after they finished lunch, a female voice over an intercom told them that she would call them one by one to show the game makers what they were capable of with in fifteen mintues. Once a tribute had finished another would be called in, starting with District One, men first followed by the women. There was a few moments of slience before the voice spoke again. "District Two. Echo."

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 02:41                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Echo gave a small frown as his name was called, but he stood up. He made his way to the room with the game makers. He observed them for a few moments before looking around the room.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 02:44                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Echo walked through the door and once inside it shut behind him. He looked up and saw that the game makers were watching him like a hawk. What would he show them?

The head Game maker looked at Echo, she was older but her eyes held wisdom and sternness beyond her years. "Start whenever you're ready."

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 02:48                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Echo held in a shakey sigh, instead ridding the nervousness inside of him with a steady exhale. He walked over and picked up a sword. He gently tossed it in his hands a bit to get a feel for its weight. He moved to a target and quickly began a flurry of slashes. First striking upward, then to the side. He had ended the striking fury with a swipe down. He was breathing a little hard, and he cast a quick glance to the game makers.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 02:56                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Once Echo had been dismissed he left the training area the other male from District Two, then it was Aelia's turn. "District Two. Aelia."

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 02:57                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

[ Adelaide Constantius | Sixteen ]

District Two. Adelaide Constantius.
Her ears perked up, the sound of the disembodied, robotic voice beckoning her to the ring cutting into her peaceful meditation. The other careers - especially those from her district - gave her encouraging looks, asserting their belief that no one could possibly outrank her. District Two, after all, was the district with possibly the highest connection to the Capitol. She had that, if nothing else, in her favor.
The white rose that had been hurriedly delivered by Tempest the other day, as well as the rose from her room, weighed heavily in the pocket in her lapel. Gods, Adelaide had never allowed herself to contemplate its meaning. The other, whiter, rose that she'd received right on her first day was sitting on her nightstand in a vase when she arrived. Adelaide’d taken one look at the icy mocking glow of the light on those icy white petals and hissed in displeasure. She couldn't stand it, hadn't in all her nerves been able to stand the odious feeling of dread and poison that just oozed from every petal. It was a sensuous, deadly promise in a pretty package. Pretty, poisoned lies.

She hadn't even found it within herself to touch the damn thing. Until today.

Adelaide rose gracefully, her head held high and her shoulders pulled back, a picture of grace that she would have been required to put on as if she were going to a ceremonial banquet. Pristine. Elegant and provocative. Her head adopted a regal tilt that coupled with the predatory, and slightly detached smile that perched upon her features, it was a deadly combination. As if she was comfortable, and she knew it. It was the face of a victor; a smile that would send a snake in its right mind slithering away, or perhaps smiling back as if to its kinsmen.
Cold, brutal unflinching cold stole into her veins; the shadows that had been webbing on the deepest corners of her mind came slinking in. Adelaide turned her eyes to the Gamemakers, respectfully inclining her head.

And got to work. The snares she’d dutifully practiced in the past three days, balancing the time adequately with cardio and weapons practice. The materials were lined up-the silver glinting off the berry pot that she opened almost appears to be mocking her. She screws off the lid of the first one to reveal its bright sanguine color. The color was bright red, and Adelaide thought absently that it looked like blood. It would do.
Soon what she was doing became clear as she hauled a dummy at least a foot into the air. The head tilted askance as if someone had tried to chop it off, but failed trying. The anchor was the sturdy leg of a table, which bore the rope steadily. Taking out Tempests’s rose, she carefully tied it around the rope encircling the dummy’s neck, and the white flower dangled tauntingly toward the Gamemakers.

She could see them getting to their feet, murmuring to themselves. The final pieces of her message came into place. Adelaide swept into a bow, revealing the two words she’d daringly printed on the dummy’s front in blood red ink.

PRESIDENT SNOW !

Something white fell onto the floor, and Adelaide nearly stepped onto the rose that she’d picked from her room. The white gleamed, the color seemingly laughing at her as if indeed the demon who’d given it to her was watching her now. Adelaide’s cold, near emotionless eyes, swept upwards to capture the Gamemakers in their fury. “I almost forgot this.” She hissed, fury driven from her hatred as she surveyed the ranks of the individuals above her. Picking up a dagger, she ruthlessly stabbed the rose into the dummy’s lapel with a force that made them flinch.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 03:14                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Several gammakers fell back in shock, one of them even falling into the banquet behind him. The head gamamer stared at Adelaide for the longest moment before dismissing her. It took a few mintues to clean up the mess she'd left behing but then it was Kyu's turn. "District Three. Kyu Heart."

Kyu stood up and walked into the room with as much confidence a girl who'd gotten shot three days ago could have, which was quite a bit. And she had a plan, which unknowingly tied into Adelaide's little stunt. Kyu stood in the middle of the room as her body poised in confidence. When she was told to start, Kyu started singing a a beautiful but haunting tune, but it wasn't just as simple as that, as she sang the words seemed to make imagery behind her. It was bizzare, but in a strangly beautiful way. Several gamemakers actually started crying as memeories of their loved ones burned in their mind. Once the child had finished she was dismissed.

"District Four. Julian."

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 03:41                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Sighing, Julian sauntered into the room and examined the place. Taking the water that was meant for the painting section, he dumped the water over himself, water dripping onto the ground as he grabbed a trident. With a flourish, the water rose from the ground, hovering in the air as Julian spun and kicked, using his trident as an extension of himself rather than a weapon, his body fluidly flowing from attack to attack, the water around him exploding in a display of grace and strength. As he was nearing the end of the routine, Julian spotted one of the roses that had been left behind, something that had been missed during the clean up. He could work with that, he mused as he jabbed his trident out towards the rose, using the water in its petals to draw the flower closer to him. Spinning around, his eyes flashed as he hurled the weapon straight at the rose, impaling the fragile flower and making the petals explode into a beautiful shower of red, the trident sticking itself into a dummy's head, the prongs going clean through it. With a sweeping bow, Julian let the water around him drop in a light shower of rain.

•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 03:52                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

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The gamemakers nodded in aproval. The very art of what a career should be. He was dismissed then Tempest was called. "District Four. Tempest."

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 15:03                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Tempest calmly walks into the room. She glances over at the Gamemaker as she walks. Her jaw tightens when their eyes meet. She quickly turns away from them and looks at one of the dummies. She grabs a sword and begins to slash at the dummy. With each hit, she begins to feel herself getting more angry. With every hit, she imagines the face of a capitol representative. She keeps hitting and hitting until she can no longer control herself. She looses the ability to think, to hear, to even see. All she feels is rage. She drops the sword and physically attacks the dummy. She is a mess of fur, scales, feathers, talons, claws and fangs. She can barley figure out what's an arm or leg. She screams out her rage. That seems to do the trick. When she comes to, she finds that she is kneeling over what remains of the dummy. She sits there breathing hard. A satisfied smile crosses over her eyes when she catches a few horrified faces amongst the group. She slowly stands up and raises a hand. She holds up three fingers. People have died over this in the past, but she didn't care. She may die in the arena anyway... mind as well go out with a bang. She doesn't break her gaze from the Gamemaker's when she bows. "Is this what you wanted?" is her ominous parting words.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 15:08                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Emmie struggled to figure something out. She would be last. She had no idea what to do. She wasn't impressive. She wasn't strong or particularly fast. Her only real talents were, as she found out, was flicking sais at dummies's foreheads. She waited in silence for her turn. With a stroke of inspiration, she knew what she would do. A plan starts to formulate in her head.

Rose sighs. She changes the pattern of her jacket over and over again, never satisfied. The constant changing annoyed other tributes, but Rose did not care. She kept at it, allowing there frustration to grow. One of the other tributes growled at her, but Rose ignores them.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 15:53                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Chakti had built up his stamina, and was now tapping his foot anxiously. 'I'll be able to teleport more, but is that what they want to see?' Thoughts like that went through his mind, and he realized his vision was tunnelling. He shook off the feeling of doom, anticipating the sounds of his name.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 17:29                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Sitting back down with his back bowed, Julian discreetly took out his locker, running a thumb over the raised design hammered into the metal. The familiar action brought a sense of calm to his mind, as he mindlessly gazed at the jewelry. He had done what he could in there, sprinkling in his own little bit of defiance masked as a performative action, but he was still nervous. Last year's memories kept surfacing, making him shut his eyes in an attempt to block out his mind.

Bouncing his leg nervously, Molly fiddled with the helm of his shirt wondering what he could possibly do to impress the judges. He had exclusively spent time at the fishhook making station and nothing else, his fingers now making hooks in his sleep. His hands trembled with fear, leg bouncing up and down and annoying quite a few people

Gateguard leaned against the wall as he waited, eyes roving around the waiting room. So far, the only person who had ever seen him work with the weights had been Tempest so he was fairly certain people would underestimate his strength. His plan of attack had already been formulated and if he executed it flawlessly, he would hopefully be ranked above average, not enough to be put on a kill list, but enough to tell the others that he was more than capable in the arena.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 17:35                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

After a while, Rose finishes with her jacket. She decides on a leafy green pattern, matching trees. She moves on to her leggings and her boots. The leggings have a few flowers on it, but it still matches the jacket nicely. Her boots were a darker green, with hints of brown. Rose admired her work. She decided to change the wall behind people vibrant annoying colors.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 17:47                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Ophelia was extremely nervous as she heard districts being called out. Lucky for her, she was district 10 and not district 1, so she had plenty of time to spiral off into worry. Trying to think on the positive side, she thought about how she'd impress the gamemakers. Her power was hardly a help, but in battle she was quite strategetic despite the fact she wasn't doing well in school, specifically math and logic. Though I doubt the gamemakers would want to see that..

Not feeling any better than before, Ophelia flopped onto the floor frustrated out of her mind.

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 20:24                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Several gammakers looked away in shock. The head gamamer stared at Tempest for the longest moment before dismissing her. It took a few mintues to clean up the mess she'd left behing but then it was Rita's turn. "District Five. Rita Stoneheart."

Rita got up from her spot and sauntered in to the room. When the doors closed behind her she looked up at the gamemakers and went over ot eh bows. She grabbed one and strung it before loading an arrow. As she pulled the string back, the lights started to flicker before several broke and the electircy shot down to the arrow as Rita fired the arrow into the dummy. Both the electricty and the arrow hit the dummy, roasting it worse then someone leaving chicken nuggets in the microwave on high for several hours.

Rita looked up at them and when Rita was dismissed she tossed the bow and quiver of arrows behind her, making electricty zap the floor where they landed. Unfortunaly there was nothing that could be done about the mark let alone the smell of burnt cloth form the electricy. "District 6. Kayda."

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                                                Posted: Thu, 18/06/2020 20:30                                                (4 Years ago)
                                            

Kayda usually childish and dopey personalty has fallen. Her real ugly self was now showing. Her face would be considered almost emotionless if it weren't for her icy gaze that sweeps over each and every person. It was time to show the Gamemaster her true power. That she was someone that, if underestimated, was dangerous. The room was slightly dim, even dimmer now that Rita had destroyed the some of the light. It was enough to summon her powers, but not enough to show the full effect very easily. She has to walk into the darkest corner of the room. For a second, she does nothing. Suddenly, a ball of light forms in her hand. Suddenly the light explodes into a giant flash that would most certainly blind everyone for a few seconds. This alone, exhausts her, but she refuses to stop here. When everyone comes to, they'll notice the light has now formed onto the top of her hair like a crown. Some beams of light float around Kayda. She confidently raises her chin and points towards a dummy. All the beams of light suddenly strike into the dummy, which tears it apart. She bows and then leaves the room. Now that she is done, she is able to go back to her room. Her body is sore and tired from the excessive use of her ability. Regardless of the pain, she is proud of her work.