#75: training

[panemonium]

Training. Finally something Esmerelda felt she could shine in more than she had in the tribute parade. After all, she had only been out of the academy for a few years and her husband and her had been very athletic even afterwards. The only question mark was how well her body would hold up to the physical activity after having a baby a month ago.

Instinctively, Esme made her way over to the weapons table and pulled several throwing knives towards her. It was her intention to make a point as she threw one after another at the dummy, breathing a sigh of relieve when each one found its mark with a thud, thud, thud.

“What do you say, do you want to try your hand?” She asked the person that had come up beside her.

@thqstarter​​

[juliusanero]

Without skipping a beat, Julius reached into his pocket and produced a business card which he promptly handed to the individual that had come to stand beside him. “Do us all a favor and give that to your stylist.” There was only so much hideous he could look at in this place of beauty and all the stylists seemed off their game this year. Thankfully, he had his own personal stylist and it was not left up to the Capitol to assign him one. He had very particular tastes and high standards, thank you very much.

“Lucky for you, however, the cameras are not permitted in during training.” It was to build suspense was what they told people, but most would be highly disappointed if they could see how hopeless most tributes were. “Speaking of which, aren’t you glad this lull in the entertainment is almost over? This year is going to be rather... Electrifying.”

[flowerofpanem]

The training was the one aspect Moly was most nervous about because it would be hard to hide her condition here. She for one wouldn’t be running laps and prove herself weak. Instead, she formulated she could do the survival stations, fire starting, and other things that might come in handy. Perhaps when everyone was gone she’d try her hand at something like archery that did not require too much physical finesse.

“Can you hand me that,” Moly waved her hand a bit as she looked over at the twine laying on the table beside them. It looked like some kind of fishing line, but she wasn’t sure what to do with it. She bet if pulled taut it would possibly be a good weapon?

@wavesofcresta​​

[district8legacy]

"Did you come to buy me a beer?” He asked with a laugh as he saw a familiar redhead come into sight. It had been a year since they had been in the Capitol, but Cambric would still know Harper from anyone else. Time didn’t make friends grow any less friendly.

He signaled for someone to bring them a drink. “You must be pleased, looks like you’ll have a decent chance again this year.” He wasn’t sure about her male tribute, but he still probably had more chance than Cambric’s own. “Anyhow, here is to...” He paused trying to think of a good way to phrase what was in his head. “To good booze and well, more good booze.” It wasn’t like he could say much more in the Capitol with so many people around.

@harper-civica​

[juliusanero]

“Are you talking to me?” Julius asked the girl that stood beside him spewing something he hadn’t bothered to listen to. Tributes usually didn’t talk to him and that was fine with him as they weren’t worth anything till then won. Even then, most Victors weren’t worth his time as they typically were whining and longing for people to pity them because of their “hard times” in the arena. Hard times were what built character and they were lucky they weren’t all dead.

He raised an eyebrow in Shiloh’s direction. “Well?” The girl from District Ten. What her name was, well, he hadn’t learned that either.

@shilohthecowgirl​​​

[arianellafromone]

Truthfully, Emerald was not even sure what time it was when she came back to the floor other than it was late. Even the lights in the Capitol had started to flicker out as the city that never slept trudged off to bed. It was admittedly the time she liked the best because it was hard to think with so much noise and haste. Emerald had a lot to think about these days too

“Oh,” she jumped as she saw a shadow in the kitchen half expecting it to be her mom but it wasn’t. Instead she saw another familiar face, Silver, standing there. Well, that was a relief because Emerald wasn’t sure she was ready to explain herself to her mom yet. It wasn’t like she had meant to offend the sponsor... It had just kind of happened.

“Hi?” She said forcing what she hoped was an innocent seeming smile.

@silverrocheforts​​

[thebuckinghamdc]

@fishhookxd

it was near the end of the designated training period and buckingham couldn’t help but notice communication between the traditional career tributes had been a bit... scarce. she attributed it to the quell; everyone had a surefire ally with them and the need to find some diminished slightly. still, the blonde knew enough about the games to know the career pack was an essential, integral part. without it... well, some outer district kids could win by a fluke. that was why she took it upon herself to try and rope districts two and four into her alliance with her brother, champagne. buckingham wasn’t dumb by any means - she hated her brother but he had proven himself to be a valuable asset. she’d ally with him and take advantage of him thinking the two of them to be close. 

having conversed with magnus from two, buckingham was happy to see the career alliance was beefing up. four was better than two, obviously, but the usual six (or five, given how young gus was) would help the blonde feel secure in the games. if it all went according to the mental plan she had drafted up, she could coast through the games quite far with the careers. she spotted minnow from afar and made her way over. tucking some hair behind her ear, she offered minnow a smile. for career tributes, buckingham could be sweet; it was only the other districts that her intentions and tone became dubious and ambivalent. 

“you’re minnow, right?” buckingham knew the answer already. she had made it a point to learn the names of the career district tributes. “district four?”

[juliusanero]

Sitting all day watching kids haphazardly stumble around like a bunch of drunk baboons was not what Julius considered fun. It brought him neither knowledge or entertainment unless you counted the girl that had started crying the moment the girl from District One looked at her. Least that kid had the smarts to know what she was up against.

Instead, he idly flipped through his sketches of mutts he had intended to bring to life until someone walked in front of him blocking the light. Looking up his biting remarks died as he saw a familiar face which made him smile instead. “My, my, my look at what the cat dragged in. Enobaria, you look as lovely as ever of course.” He purred softly feining attention. “How are District Two’s kittens fairing?”

@weapcnmade​