♚ Past and Present ♚ Trypton + GM Gattin ♚ Knives
Personally I hate being cooped up in that balcony with a group of Capitolites that were more concerned with the food, drink and each other than the tributes. The pair at the archery station gave me an excuse to leave, and seeing as how I was down here already I might as well make my rounds elsewhere.
Seeing the boy from my home District with his back to me I decided to have a little fun with him. I nodded at the trainer as he left at Trypton’s command and lingered behind him while he picked up a blade, “I can ask you the same thing.” I said as I wrapped an arm around his midsection, pinning one arm to his body while my other hand grabbed the one holding the dagger, forcing the blade closer to his throat.
After a moment I released him and pulled the dagger from his hand, “Never was a fan of daggers, too bulky for my liking. But when that’s all you have to work with,” I flipped the blade and held the hilt out to Trypton, “Just trying to keep you on your toes.” I grinned, picking up a throwing knife from the equipment table, “Is knife fighting a thing of the past back home?”
The voice wasn’t one I recognized but I didn’t have much time to think about it as a split second later whoever it belonged to had me pinned against him. He was clearly bigger than me and while in most instances I’d try to resist it seemed pretty useless here. “What the hell are you doing?” I said with a little venom as I turned to see who’d joined me.
There was a faint glimmer of recognition before I realized I was looking at District Six’s very own Gattin, victor turned game maker when he realized he was above the rest of us from Six. “Bulky in comparison to what, a sewing needle?” I snatched the blade from his hand a little too hastily, telling myself I didn’t need to explode on someone so important the first day of training. We could save that for the third day, that sounded more reasonable.
“Something tells me you’re going to be doing a lot of that without physically putting a knife to my throat.” I weighed the dagger in my hand getting a feel for it. Though it was roughly the same size it felt quite a bit lighter than the knives at home. Probably some fancy Capitol alloy, I’m sure Marion would know. “I’ve been stabbed before if that’s what you’re asking.”















