#klaus traugott

[kiyacrow-blog]

swordid ◯ kiya + klaus ◯ melee

As I turn away from the first-aid station, waving to the girl who’s the twin of the girl who killed my twin sister, I laugh at the coincidence of both of us being here. It was very odd though, to see the face of the girl that I thought killed Lakota. I know that I’ve forgiven her killer, long ago. But there’s still somebody who I haven’t forgiven yet, and I know that I need to. 

I spot North at the melee station, and I smile. He’ll be nice to talk to. He was on the first day of training. 

I run across the training center, approaching the kindhearted stranger from behind. Surrounded by lethal weapons, I realize that I’ll have to train with more of them today to ensure that I can defend myself. I sigh, but I call out to North as I come behind him. “Hey, North!” I greet, but when he turns around, I realize that it’s a different bearded man who just happens to have a similar build and hair color. 

“Oh, well, hi. I’m Kiya,” I introduce. 

[yulesunnild-blog]

hey there sport 🌋 klaus & yule 🌋 fitness

Day three rolls around and I’m dead tired. Figuratively speaking n’ all.

So I decide to make myself comfortable at the fitness station. Warm up. Bring myself back to life. Plus, there don’t look to be many people ‘round that particular area today. S’a good opportunity to let Noor do her own thing for awhile, n’ me mine. Kinda noticed that, lately, I get a little sad when I look at her for too long.

But anyways.

Taking a deep breath, I make my way over to a massive rock wall. It’s taller than the sky-high ceilings and is probably supposed to make me feel intimidated. Instead, I just grin. If I thought shooting a slingshot was a familiar feeling, climbing was a home away from home.

I’m looking for something to wrap my hands in, like I did at the unarmed station, when I see a man approach the same general space as I. He strides in, confident and at ease, and at first I think it’s another trainer. Almost laugh, thinking about him advising me on how to do my job. But then I see the two on his arm, n’ my eyebrows raise. I’m going to be up against that in the arena?

Hafta physically shake my head to rid myself of the bad thought. Force m’self to smile and nod when he gets closer. Words come out of me on autopilot.

“Uh, so you look like y’know what you’re doing.”

[ronankauri-blog]

Short, Fast, and Loud // Poles // Ronan and Klaus

A breeze from the open window tore its way through Ronan’s skull straight through to his brain, punching his nerves. Waking, Ronan frowned and reached up. His hair was gone. The fuck? Getting out of bed and heading for the mirror, he saw that his head had been shaved, and a henna tattoo of a wave now adorned his head. It started at the base of his neck and wound its way up until it crashed on his forehead, for it looked like a wave made of trees. 

Glaring at his reflection, Ronan realized who had fucked with him during the night: Fallen. The bitch must have sedated him and then messed with his looks. The man was so determined that he fit a certain mold: the mold of the stereotype Fallen wished him to be. 

Turning away from his reflection, Ronan went through his morning routine as he had the day before. Shower. Dress. Sneak some drinks. Head to the canteen. Eat. Observe. Enter the training center as soon as it opened.

Taking in the training center, Ronan caught sight of the pole weapons station. Some kind of a weapon that looked like a larger version of an axe was leaning in a weapons rack. It wouldn’t do him any good in the fucking arena to not train with all of the different kinds of weapons, given he had no bloody clue what the gamemakers would grace the tributes with. And the fact that until the previous night he had never used anything more than an axe. Of course, in the end, he always had his fists. And he could do a lot of fucking damage with those. 

But it was good to learn something new. 

Walking over, he picked it up. Listened to the trainer’s voice as the long-haired man explained how to use it while flexing in the wall-length mirror. Cued up a few holograms, and with a bit of wear and tear, learned how to use the weapon fairly well. He was about to test his new skills in this thing, hand poised to cue up a few more holograms when he heard footsteps approaching the station.