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Supernatural HG 5
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Back in his room, Eric was already asleep, and so was the other tribute sharing the room, so he just stripped, changed into something more comfortable and went to sleep. He had a peaceful night's sleep today.
Next day, he woke up late, and both his roommates were already gone. He finds the dress kept for him, and puts it on after a hasty shower, and went straight to the training hall, skipping breakfast.
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The tributes were finally rounded up and stood in front of a tall athletic woman who described the events o the next few days of training, once she was done talking the tributes were dismissed and allowed to train as they desired so long as they avoided fighting with other tributes.
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Charlie shook her head and watched Lifei in her "performance" as she moved about like an ocelot on the hunt, full of grace and dignaty.
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Zoe listened to the woman talk without comment. She knew that what she was saying was right, but Zoe refused to let herself die because of a lack of survival skills. She would die only by the hands of someone who was stronger than her, though that was going to be rare. Zoe had a lot of hate on her side. She had few resources for training, considering that she was an all-out fighter when she wasn't using her ability. So, she found a punching bag. "Rhythmic punches," she told herself. "Like in prison, when you practiced." One punch, then another, over and over again. Her thoughts fell into nothing, and she found herself slowing down. But when Eric's face entered her mind, she gave one fast punch that knocked the bag off its chain as she grunted. The bag tumbled and split as it hit the ground with a loud thud. Zoe sighed, raising an eyebrow as she went to pick it up again.
Eric had heard the thud, and his head whipped around as he realized that it was just the sound of the punching bag. That was Zoe. Of course. It certainly wasn't helping his nerves to see her break it down like nothing. "Hey, you!" another voice shouted. Eric turned, smiling nervously, to see a taller girl with narrow eyes, standing in a ring. "Fight me," she said, pointing to him and gesturing for Eric to enter the ring. "See, uh, I'm more of a talk first, fight-" "No smartmouthing," the girl snapped. "Let's go." "O-okay." Eric entered the ring, and the girl only waited a few minutes longer before suddenly rushing him with a punch. Eric ducked, and it narrowly missed him. "Beginner's luck," she muttered and tried to punch him again. He smoothly moved out of the way just in time. This new skill was certainly going to help, at least extend his life expectancy a bit.
Maci felt like she was experiencing deja vu when she stepped into the training room. The weakness she felt now felt similar to how she felt during her old Games. Nothing seemed to change. Every station was in the exact spot as last year. Maci glances around, looking for the trainer that she trained with during her Games. But he was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or not.
Terra and Cherry glanced around the large training room, both glancing at one another before splitting off and finding separate stations. Assuming all went well, they would both acquire different sets of skills so that they could both have a wide range of use in the arena. Cherry went to plants and herbs, Terra seeking education in camouflage.
Angie had been hesitant to enter the large training area, her small body trailing slowly after the other Tributes. When she stepped in, she gasped at the size of the room. It was massive, several times the size of her room. There were several areas where people were congregating, though Angie didn't take the time to figure out which was which; she wandered towards fire starting before being redirected by Lukian to plants and herbs.
Jaxon pauses by one of the first stations and finally opens up the suitcase. There is a neat stack of files inside, all of the contents in the files are either forged or meaningless. Asher can't help but chuckle at the sight.
"Did you, by chance, grab the wrong suitcase?" Asher asks with an amused smirk. Jaxon ignores him. He moves the files aside to reveal a small compartment hidden underneath the files. Jaxon slides the compartment open to reveal a pistol inside. Next to it, is a couple boxes of ammo. It certainly wouldn't be enough ammo if a fight occured in the Capitol, but it was better than nothing.
"There is a benefit to working in the low end districts" Jaxon announces as he picks up the pistol and takes his time loading it. "There are many of people, like us, who are trying to stay hide in plain sight." He continues. "This suitcase isn't made for casual business trips. The hidden compartment is made out of a rare metal, used to block radiation used in most securities. They won't see that I am armed, they'll simply see nothing but files." He glances at Phenix in the corner of his eye. "I'm not the only one with surprises. I've had some advanced technology fall into my hands too."
He faces forward and fires a few shots at the target. The first shot hits the corner of the target. Jaxon curses to himself, muttering about his skills being rusty. The next shot is closer to the bullseye. Finally, the next three shots are dead on.