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[insidethemindofacrazy-blog]

Throwing Straight // Finn + GM Sephrina // Throwing Knives

I walked over to throwing knives as there was nobody in the training center and it would of been closing soon. I went to the knives station because of the weapons, I was familiar with these but not actually throwing them.I listened to some of the things the trainer said and I just nodded. I picked one up and was about to throw it until i heard a voice behind me. It sounded like they wanted to join. "It's a free training center, you can do whatever the fuck you want." The voice didn't do anything so I guess I scared them off. I turned to see who it was and GM Sephrina was standing there. My eyes widen "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." I said as I put down the knife.  

[gmcarden-blog]

Talking Gets You Nowhere || GM Carden & Blaise || Throwing Knives

Training has been going good so far. The tributes have been behaving for the most part. There's still one particular nuisance going around and blabbing to people. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Did he really think that I wouldn't find out.

I spot him over at the throwing knives station.

"Perfect."

On my way over I pick up an ax. I line myself up right behind him and aim. One,two,three and throw. My ax sails through the air;narrowly missing his ear as it goes for its intended target.

Outer ring.

"Meeting me again so soon Blaise Taylor. The odds really are not in your favor." 

[julynovio-blog]

Possible Polar Opposites || July & Izara

Cold air conditioning brushes against my body as I hesitantly walk into the training room. With the clanging of weapons and small chit chat, it was close to as worse as the academy. I remember how the top ego boosted trainees with the best ranks would fight over stupid things, and how people like me might try to their 'audiences' that they were more than just a number. Ignorant beings.

I decided to start with poisons first for two reasons: they were something I learned at a very young age so I knew them, and weapons probably weren't safe in these hands unless its ok to hurt people now. As I sit down I feel eyes staring at my back and turn around to see the girl from Two. My hand waves a shaky, nervous hello.

[harlequin-artist-blog]

Swordsplay || Harlequin + Carmela

The day went on, training was still happening unfortunately and I felt like visiting another weapons station and swords were empty. I'd never picked up a sword, the opportunity surprisingly had never arisen back in Eight but in the Capitol, anything is possible. I picked up one, it was heavy, like really heavy so I put it down not feeling the need to do anything strenuous today and chose a smaller one when a girl came to the same station. I looked at her up and down and smiled politely, she was cute.

"Harlequin, District Eight"

[harlequin-artist-blog]

Knife Edge || Harlequin + Scarlett || Throwing Knives

That little minx Izara had gotten the better of me last night and I woke up with a not exactly so pleasant headache. Nevertheless, with training being apparently mandatory, despite it being a waste of my time, I went down to the large room and was a little blown away by it all. Weapons, plants, environments I'd never seen with my own eyes filled the room and it was pretty impressive. I walked around the training room noticing that a long of the tributes weren't even here and shrugged before heading over to the station filled with knives.

I looked down at all the knives remembering the types of things I'd read back in Eight about how they were first used to administer tattoos. Knowing my luck I'd probably die by getting stabbed by one of these. The sound of footsteps removed me from my little daydream and low behold, the District Nine female. I raised my eyebrow as she approached and then gave her a smile, so many beautiful women.

"Why hello there gorgeous"

[anders-oclery-d8]

My own worst enemy II Training one-shot

Many of them outsized me but when it came to wit at least I felt slightly more confident. I knew Kanter was almost directly in front of me as we were marched in but I made no eye contact. Hymn was down the line and I looked back and laughed because that kid just got to me- he didn't care about the superficiality of the games enough to even get out of his pajamas. My District partner Harlequin lead our twosome into the mock-arena and I could tell a bunch of girls who were already situated abruptly swiveled around to see him.

"..that must be the life" I whispered to him which eased the tension a bit. We dispersed to our necessary sections after a brief introduction and I bolted towards the poisons station, just to show off a little. I loved chemicals and their disgusting odor reminded me of being on set only a few months ago. I was well versed in a few of the stranger concoctions as their products yielded   various components needed for special effects work. I tried to work apart from the other tributes who were just becoming comfortable with the vials because there was no way in hell I was going to let them accidentally spill some Diisopropyl Peroxydicarbonate on me. Once I was satisified and caught a glimpse of the gamemakers watching my intricate and memorized work from above, I left the station to pursue something I was not so confident in. 

Pushing past sparring tributes I shifted nervously towards the rock wall. With my rash thinking skills I made a running start and tried to latch on, only to fall on the hard ground. I could hear chuckling in the distance so I made an effort not to grimace in anger as I got back up to start from square one. I gently placed my foot on the first peg and attempted to squeeze myself up the wall. Nope, not happening. Next I tried to pull myself up just with my arms and the results were close to embarrassing  Realizing I had to get my shit together, I became infuriated with the wall. I spent several hours pulling, reaching and tumbling until I made it half-way up. Harlequin clapped in mock appreciation as I shot him the finger and stuck out my tongue. I was proud. I definitely wasn't even close to the strongest tribute here but this practice today made me feel slightly better for the arena. I continued this venture for a while and eventually, against all odds, I chimed the bell at the top of the wall. It was probably a small feat but the success gave me new-found confidence. I repelled down like it was no problem and attempted to smirk off any mentions of my previous falls. Now the ball was rolling on this whole "impressive new Anders" status so I marched for the axes. 

The trainers guided me in hitting moving targets and I actually enjoyed wielding the weapon. It made me feel in control and I wasn't half bad at fatal swinging at the dummy until his poor fluffing was all but gone. I continued to try to blend in with my competition so I talked with a few tributes and stretched for a little while. 

[insidethemindofacrazy-blog]

Two Edged Sword // Finn + Blaire

I walked down to the training center and saw some people already training and talking but still no sight of my District Partner but I didn't really care about that. I looked around and I decided that human contact would be best to avoid today with all of these swords, knives and mostly sharp things around. Speaking of swords, I walked over there and picked up a small one. I listened to trainer and I lifted up my sword and was about to swing until I heard a small talk behind me.