Stoned to death

Bromance || GM Carden & Blaise

I sat there, staring at nothing. I wasn’t ignoring him; I was trying to weigh up the options. Passing out from that would be very painful, but a throwing knife stuck in me wouldn’t be a holiday either. Especially as he didn’t specify where the knife would land. A serious head wound and I was as good as dead already. A severed tendon and my chances of escaping the bloodbath would decrease almost to nil. I breathed out slowly, having made my decision. This wasn’t going to be pleasant.

"I appreciate the option," I spoke slowly, unsure that I had entirely made up my mind, “and I choose the device. Please." I almost choked on the last word, asking nicely for someone to inflict enough pain on me that it would cause me to literally pass out from it. I gripped the edge of my seat, and raised my gaze to meet that of the gamemaker.

#brotpbc #blaise 11 #closed

His options were better than what I really wanted to do. He would become my personal avox if that were an option.

I pulled up the device screen and entered my personal code. When I reached Blaises name I decided to do something.

"Let me tell you something. I like you kid. You just have a big mouth. If you shut it then you would actually be worth something."

I cranked up the voltage. Two times higher than when I first used it on him.

"Good night Blaise." I hit the start button. The boy shook as the volts traveled up and down his spine. Shortly after, he blacked out. "Come get him. Make sure he wakes up eventually."

Bromance || GM Carden & Blaise

"It wasn’t particularly easy, no." I replied slowly, trying to figure out what he meant. My words were limited? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the details just yet, so I forced myself to try not to read into it too much.

"Yes. I realise that," for the first time, I was getting truly nervous around the gamemaker. I’d fucked up this time and I knew it, especially after the warning he gave me before. “Can I ask how?" my curiosity got the better of me. I just hoped it wouldn’t kill me as it did the proverbial cat.

"I understand." The boy was acting pleasant. I will do him a favor by giving him an option. "I use the device and crank it up a few volts to the point where you pass out or a throwing knife being thrown somewhere on your body. Pick wisely."

#brotpbc #blaise 11

Bromance || GM Carden & Blaise

I did as I was told, and took a seat. He had a nice office, I wished he’d spend more time in it.

"I tried to stop myself. I guess I just got a little ahead of myself… we’re not in the arena yet, I realise that. I apologise, it won’t happen again." I looked to the floor guiltily.

I chuckled.

"Surely that must have been difficult for you after he poured that box of rocks on your foot. Then you got in his face. How much I would have paid for you to punch him." This fool was trying to get on my good side. "Your apologies are worthless. What's done has been done so don't waste your words. They are limited after all. Chin up Taylor. Now I can't let this go unpunished you realize that right?"

#brotpbc #blaise 11

Bromance || GM Carden & Blaise

I didn’t have time to turn and look when I felt two pairs of hands wrap around my arms and shoulders, but I didn’t need to. I knew someone would have seen my accidental-on-purpose shot at Finn, and of course it was going to be Carden. I didn’t put up a struggle as they directed me out of the training room and down a corridor, arriving at a door.

They forced me in, and finally let go. I rubbed my arm from where they had gripped so tightly, and waited to be spoken to. I wasn’t going to lose this game again.

#brotpbc #blaise 11 #the title is gold

"Sit child."

I jotted down a few notes. These need to be sent over to the party coordinators and my fellow gms. Now to deal with the problem child.

"After our last meeting I expected you to be a good child. But seeing as how you shot at Finn you obviously disobeyed my orders. Why?"

Bromance || GM Carden & Blaise

Time to come out of hiding.

"Catya and Bellum can you please grab Blaise Taylor and escort him to my office. We need to have a bit of a chat." I walk away before they could answer.

Back in my office I start fiddling with my tablet. There is a party planned after the Private Training. I'll have to give it the signature Stone twist so these tributes don't feel like we are rewarding them.

#brotpbc #blaise 11

All Seeing Eye

Last day of training. I had to be in attendance all day. Looks like things are about to get interesting. The little fucker Blaise is messing with Finn. That shot was not by accident. I keep my eyes on them as I walk down from my booth. The darkness helps conceal me. This is a show I want to see happen before I step in.

cold metal weapon | marcus & gm carden

He glanced down at the marks left from the metal rubbing across the skin of his knuckles, lightly touching them - “Didn’t feel how I thought it would - you said that I wasn’t allowed to kill him, but the amount of hit I threw at him were not even close to the amount of what he did to me. That let me know that he’s weak and that I don’t have to be afraid of him anymore."

#cold metal #marcus 12 #closed

"He is weak and he is a fool for doing that to your mother. You've done well Marcus. It takes real strength to keep from killing the fucker who did that. Keep it up. I should get going. Enjoy the rest of your training."

As I walk away I wonder why I did that. Maybe a part of me understands the boy.

cold metal weapon | marcus & gm carden

#cold metal #he went crazy #whoopppppp #nothing i do is okay

Marcus showed plenty of skill. He was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Anger could be the best kind of fuel.

"Catya! Bellum! Come take this man to cell 371." As they carried him away, I looked at Marcus. "Does that feel better?"

cold metal weapon | marcus & gm carden

"Seven maybe," he said - picking up a longer chain - this time not wrapping it around his knuckles but hanging it loosely in his hand.

"You don’t learn to accept pain, you learn to endure it," he muttered his fathers words to himself - walking over to a dummy with sensors on it that would detect levels of oxygen, pain, blood flow.

He’d seen the opportunity when he first saw the chains and he wanted to just test the theory. He took an ending of the chain in each hand - walking behind the dummy and wrapping the chain around its neck, tightening its grasp as the sensors moved and beeped.

If it were a live person - they would struggle - and he knew it, but the sensors stopped beeping eventually signaling that the tribute would’ve died.

Interesting.

"How about you practice on a real person." I looked over my shoulder. "Hey Nix. Bring in our special guest."

After a few moments Nix comes in with the Peace Keeper that Marcus described to me yesterday.

"He arrived this morning. You can't kill him but you can beat him. It's better than beating up on my trainers. Enjoy."

#cold metal #oops

cold metal weapon | marcus & gm carden

He arched an eyebrow at his question, finishing unwrapping one hand before going onto the next until the other one was also bare of the chains, “Well it matters what you classify a five being."

He flexed his hands - making a fist before making a wide hand to get blood flowing that might have been cut off momentarily.

"Being able to push through an initial shock of a first lash of a whip. Resume your fighting."

#cold metal #marcus 12

Spinning Right Round // Finn + GM Carden

"So you killed the Gamemaker of the games that killed your brother? Interesting enough." I looked at him and thought, we weren’t different I don’t guess. We both have actually killed someone in our life.

I couldn’t help but smile as he complimented me. I impressed not one but two of the three Gamemakers. That actually made me feel good about myself. “I know the rules sir. Not to harm the Gamemakers, tributes or anyone else until we are in the arena. I rather not be punished and set out to die." I knew I couldn’t have a handicap in the games at any chance, if I did, I would be killed. “I do not have any questions sir. Thank you for your time." I stretched out my arm for him to shake it.

#right round #finn 3 #closed

"You're a smart boy. Keep it up. Good luck with the rest of your training."

I need to make a note of Finn. This was a surprisingly good first meeting. Why can't they all be like this?

cold metal weapon | marcus & gm carden

He wrapped his other hand with a chain was well - noticing the trainer who he would be fighting was also using the chains - unlike him, just having one that the two ends were clenched in his hand and hung close to his side.

The trainer was a bit taller than him - being an advantage and a disadvantage was both imminent. Remembering something his older brother had told him once when fighting was to just picture someone you hate to the core to replace the opponent in front of you. The person who he hated was the peacekeeper from years ago.

Yesterday - he had told Carden about how he hadn’t been trained in the same extremities of those who are from his family that come from Ten. There was a few things that they all learned - human anatomy and hand-to-hand combat - just for basics on protecting oneself and others.

Stepping up to the platform where they would fight - matting under them - he moved his lips to barely open but to mouth, just picture your opponent as someone you hate with all your heart. He repeated the sentence in his head a few times - watching for any sudden movements from the trainer.

With the horizontal swing of his arm, the trainer brought the chain to swipe across his chest. Taking a small step back, bringing his arms up and together to protect himself - the chain hitting both his arms making them sting, however he had worse strikes done to him before.

The trainers arms were not guarding his torso - a vital region to strike - so he took his opportunity, tightening his right fist around the metal and punching the trainer in the solar plexus. The punch caused the man to double over - to catch his breath as it had been staggered after being hit. Another opportunity, with his left hand - he struck the man in the temple with his chained fist. Although it was unintentional - the two punches to the two places caused the man to go unconscious from the force of being hit in the temple and the shortness of breath.

"Meeting standards yet?" he asked, unwrapping the chains that caused his knuckles to have red marks on his skin.

#cold metal #marcus 12 #tis ok

I watched. He was pretty impressive with the chains. That strike caught the trainer off guard. Marcus was observant and seemed to know which area would cause the most pain when hit. Good.

"What is your pain tolerance on the scale of one to ten. Ten being you can get shot and walk yourself to the hospital. One being you cry when you get punched."

Spinning Right Round // Finn + GM Carden

"What kind of business if you don’t mind me asking to much of your personal business? If you don’t want to answer I understand." I looked up at him and shrugged. “Some personal business shouldn’t be announced like that."

He hit my wrist and I wined. It actually kind of hurt. “You cut of my hand but we are both bleeding and now we have to finish it quickly." I dropped my wheel with my hand that was “cut" off. “For realism."

I looked at him and got in a stance and got ready. I charged him and he swung at me, trying to hit my in the head. I ducked down and swung my arm at him. He blocked it and hit me in the back. I knelt down and looked up at him. “Nothing will stop me." I said standing back up. I looked into his eyes, “Nothing." I took a swing at him and he swung back, he had an advantage because of the one armed but i can’t let that get to me. I started to move around him and swing my arm at him and he dodged and blocked. We engaged wheels again and he swung with his free hand. I sidestepped and pushed against his wheel and touched his back all the way up, making sure not to hurt him or anything. He turned at me and I looked at him, kind of nervous of the outcome of that.

#right round #bless he is the first one to get a good job from carden #finn 3

"A man activated a rock slide that killed my brother in the arena. I became a trainee so I can get close to whoever did it. I found out and beat the man until he was nothing more than broken bones and flesh. Ironic that I would become the man that I sought out to kill."

We went at it for a while. He was learning. I could not help but to be proud of my temporary student.

I dropped my wheels and smiled. "Finn Quintin you are the first tribute I have met who has impressed me without forcing me to hurt them. You have great skill and you fix your mistakes. You are also a good listener and a fast learner. Good job Finn. Do you have any more questions?"

Spinning Right Round // Finn + GM Carden

Trainer in District two, interesting. “Did you use to live there? What made you come to the Capitol instead of living there?" I looked him up and down, he was built like a trainer and someone that would easily hurt someone.

He said again and I smiled. “I got all day sir." I swung my arms and he blocked them. Carden was no joke when it came to weapons here. If he was a tribute, it would be terrible with him in the arena. I kept swinging and he blocked them. I had to get the upper hand somehow. Leaves float and can fly sometimes. I got close to him and then backed away as I threw one of the wooden wheels at him. When he went to dodge, I quickly went towards him and swung the wheel and stopped before I hit his chest. Holy shit, I did it. My eyes widen and I looked at him and then smiled.

"Born and raised there. I had some business to take care of in The Capitol."

I blocked each shot. Finn managed to get one in but at the same time he left himself wide open. I swiped up and over hitting his wrist.

"You may have hit me in the chest but I just cut off your hand. A leaf only falls when there is no more wind. Go again."

#right round #finn 3

cold metal weapon | marcus & gm carden

Among the new stations that replaced those of yesterdays training - one caught his eye in interest, something different - chains. If the gamemakers were getting us ready for the arena - what was in store? - there was a swamp, household utensils being used as weapons, chains, wave pool. He attempted to think of all these things together into one whole arena - a few possibilities came to mind.

He made his way over to the chain station, picking up one of the cold metal links and contemplated ways these could be used. Narrowing his eyes onto the metal - rubbing his thumb across it, he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He turned his head - to see if it was a tribute - to see it was the same Gamemaker he’d talked to yesterday.

Giving the Gamemaker a nod - as a greeting - he turned his gaze back to the chain in his hand, beginning to slowly wrap it around his hand, around his knuckles.