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Chella Iluak, Branching Out (x)

Simon Kinapak, Killer Luck (x)

Kian Nanuq, Would that I were somewhere else. (x)

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Scoring for Kian Nanuq, Water Nation Tribute

Alaric - 4

Cosette - 6

Ronin - 10

Final score - 7

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Early Start|| Kian and Lavinia

Lavinia sat in the judging panel room that overlooked the training facilities, none of the tributes in the room quite yet. She had come in to get herself situated, look over some of the information she was given about each tribute. So many bright young souls, pushed to fight for their life. So many that wouldn't have the chance to have a future...

Her thoughts were whisked away when a tribute walked in. It was too early, wasn't it? Even she knew she was here early herself. Lavinia looked up, recognizing the face from the information she was given: Kian Nanuq, from the Southern Water Nation.

"Kian, good morning. I've just come in to watch everyone train. Pretend I'm not even here."

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All tributes must report to the training room individually for private judging.

Now is your chance to show a panel of selectively chosen judges exactly what makes you dangerous. Present your best skills, any necessary equipment will be provided. The judges will score you on a scale of 1-10, 1 being harmless and 10 being deadly.

Now how this works on tumblr: Tributes will submit a description to the group of what their character will do in this private session, the length is up to you but several paragraphs are preferred.

Mentors will not be in the training room with them, this will be done alone. Feel free to tell your mentors after, naturally they will be curious, but the actual description will only be shown to the judges (and hints might show up in the gossip collumn!).

These should be entered within the next week or two if possible, but if you need more time just let us know. We'll post scores as we receive entries!

May the odds be ever in your favor!

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Swift as a Coursing River « nothingelsetooffer

Meeting with the tributes was mainly for publicity, but Ronin was a mix of excited and wary of meeting them. Meeting them meant getting to know them before they brutally murdered eachother. Shaking the thought from his head, he approached Kian where he was relaxing in one of the common areas, the streets decorated with posters of him, the Avatar, promoting the games.

"Kian Nanuq? I was hoping you might have time to meet with me, before everything gets going. I'm meeting with all of the tributes this year." He smiled, bowing his head respectfully.

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1 for the Money, 2 for the Show, 3 to Get Started, 4 to... oh, no. || Kian & Simon

Simon woke up gradually, the noon sun shining brilliantly through the gap in his curtains. The sleeping pill he took after waking up from the third nightmare of the night left him cotton-mouthed and dry-eyed. There was a reason he tried not to take the blasted things. Mornings had never exactly put him at his best, but coming off the drugs was like moving through concrete.

And then the thought hit him, cutting through his haze like a knife: the first tribute arrives today.

And, even worse, the first of his tributes would arrive. Shit. His eyes drifted to the clock to his left. Aw, fuck no. There was less than half an hour to get dressed and head to the docks to meet the boat and the Southern Tribe's tribute. Fuckin' dead man walking--but then again, he'd thought the same thing about himself right up until that last tribute had kicked it and his Game had ended. He hauled himself upright before rooting through his bag. Pants would be the first step. And the second, actually, but hey, who's counting? At least there weren't any cameras in his bedrooms this year. He snorted. He hoped there weren't any. He always hated to give a free show, and the time he'd spent between calming down after nightmare number two and falling asleep again would have been quite a show, particularly for the ladies.

He padded to the bathroom, grabbing his glasses on the way. He didn't always need them, but he wanted all the tools he could get for assessing the new bender. The kid would thank him for it later, if he survived. The kid had volunteered, so hopefully he had something more than a lack of brain cells.

He thrust his feet into boots and grabbed a hooded shirt, pulling it quickly over his head before hurrying out the door towards the docks. He strolled through the streets, enjoying the strength of the sun and the slightly salty tang in the air. The hustle and bustle of the city sometimes grated on his nerves, but today he refused to let it, grinning at the dock children around him as they ran around him, hoping to see the boat's arrival.

The ship was distinctively Water Tribe, so at least he was in the right place. He'd been given a picture of the kid, so he shouldn't be too hard to pick out of the crowd that would soon be disembarking. He closed his eyes for a moment, and leaned against a pylon remember his own jaunt from a similar ship the year before, his overwhelmed senses tripping over themselves as his mind tried to catch up with everything he'd been seeing, hearing, and smelling. Not to mention how very sour his stomach had been due to anxiety. No, he hoped this kid was far more ready for the murders ahead of him. He chuckled darkly. Who the hell wishes a 17 year old kid will be suited to murder?

He opened his eyes, and immediately spotted him. Time to polarpony up and meet his newest mentoree. He plastered a grin on his face and called out the boy's name before loping forward.

"Kian Nanuq?"