"Hey? Me?" Riggs gave her an extra shove for good measure, clearing
them from all contact. "You were the one in my way!" he seethed.
"You stupid brat! You could've gotten me in-"
He broke off.
The voices from the room were getting nearer.
"..they... there?"
"don't... know..."
And then the doors burst open. Riggs cursed Minya in his head
again.
"What're you two still doing here?" Ash asked. He glanced at Dawna.
"It's late, you know. You should be heading for dinner. You need to
put on the pounds before the game."
Majoree Sinclair
I may not be much, Raiyhan, but...
"Raiyhan," she said softly. Her voice barely stirred the wispy air.
"You're not alone. I'm your friend. Here for you. I promise you
that you will live."
I will always make good on my promises.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"How's it my fault you little...rat!" She yelled. "Pushing me over,
tryna act like a big bully? You're just a coward Riggs
Oakfrost." She spat. "Deep down, you know you are. A coward."
'Little rat'. Riggs would've chuckled if rage wasn't searing
through him already. "A coward?"
He gripped her arm in a vice grip, pinning her down to the spot. "A
coward, you say? You want to say it again, Mouse?" I'll tear her
organs out, I'll grind her intestines into a mash, I'll cast her
bones into dust and use it to- His fingernails dug into her
skin. I'll kill her I'll torture her I'll murder her I'll
destroy her and cast her body into an endless pit, no I'll feed it
to vultures, I'll murder her, I'll KILL HER-
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
A strong force smacked into his face, nearly sending him reeling.
Then, searing, searing pain.
Eh...?
The rage hit right after, and then his own fist was flying forward,
aiming directly for that stupid mouse's face, reeling, twisting as
he'd been taught, prepared to make optimal damage and contact with
those stupid mousey features that he was going to melt into
nothingness-
"You idiots!" Ash cried.
His fist smashed right into her cheek.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Physical violence was an interesting thing. But so was
psychological violence. And the capitol was full of both. The
capitol was a cage, a prison. But the districts were not much
better, they were simply the playground area outside the main
cellblock. The pressing environment began to well on everyone. Even
one as light as Alora Lux began to feel oppressed. Alora Lux had to
train. She had to perfect her strategy. Her strengths would shine
and blot out any weaknesses. She knew she could easily take half
the tributes on by herself and win.
There it was.
The arrogance.
Of District 1.
Of the capitol.
Alora hated it. She hated herself. She hated what she had to
become.
But it was what it was.
Lilith sat waiting, bobbing her head and legs along to a familiar
tune. Her eyes swept around the room, Natalia taking pride of place
on the bed. Apparently people did this thing called training,
whatever that word actually meant. Lilith didn’t train, she just
did what she did. Although…this training thing did sound like it’d
be helpful. She heard other people could improve if they trained,
so maybe she could too? With that goal in mind, she set off,
looking for something to do, or someone that could help her
Another day passed. Some of the tributes had spoken to others,
some had perfected their skills, and even some had wasted the
opportunity. The private training session was tomorrow, and the
realization that these people were truly heading to their deaths
soon began to set in...
Alora hesitated before speaking to anybody. She knew she would have
to kill all of them in order to get back to her family, why bother
trying to make friends with them? That would only worsen the
killing blow and make it harder to deliver. Alora focused on what
she would have to do to get back to her siblings. Water was
essential, food could wait. A weapon was essential as well.
Thinking about it, Alora could get food from sponsors. That
wouldn't be too hard, but a weapon and most 'camping' supplies
would only be found from the cornucopia. The bloodbath.
Kendo was just off on his own, doing whatever strange people do
when sitting in the corner of a room. He was just talking to
himself, going over ehat he had figured out about the tributes from
the limited interactions and information he had.
Jason rolled around on his bed, thinking about how he wasted his
first day of training. Now, it wasn't really a waste, he didn't lay
about doing nothing, but all he did was refine his best skill,
swordsmanship, and paid a bit of attention to the food edibility
training. While he didn't approach anyone yet, he knew he wanted to
make allies soon. Private sessions would start the next day, and he
was ready for a hearty discussion with Alex, his mentor. Now
however much Jason might dislike Alex, he knew he had the expertise
to judge his fellow candidates for potential allies well. The arena
is going to throw a lot at him, and he is going to be ready for the
madness.