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Maizie hadn’t even heard her until after she had spoke for a moment. She was too focused on what she was doing to even realize someone had been standing there. “No, not quite,” she admitted softly. “More like just practicing… Just in case.” There was no telling what skills she would need to know once they were all in the arena. Knowing how to make bandages and properly keep a wound clean would be a skill that would be of value so she was going to try to learn it.

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Vanea made a noise of interest. Conversation with the District 9 tribute wasn’t high on her list of things to do; there was a combination of timidity, a lack of any discernible skill, and a lack of strength there. No good for an alliance. But an interest in healing wasn’t a dim idea. Though the tribute hadn’t come across as particularly clever, Vanea took note of her for the first time. “You aren’t likely to find bandages like those in the arena. No matter where it’s set.” She looks away from the tribute, out at the stations. It was a bit of a wonder that practical first aid wasn’t a station, but then before arriving Vanea supposed in every district it would have been as necessary to learn first aid as it was in 11. “I had to dress wounds with strips ripped from sheets, sometimes, at home. But open wounds... If there isn’t clean fabric, cleaning it and applying salves can be the only hope, resting. Especially where infection is a risk.” She thought of her brother, and then sent his image away. He’d been haunting her again last night, but she couldn’t dwell on that nightmare any longer.

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“Eh, I fell,” Annabel shrugged, still wrapping bandages around her arm. She hadn’t noticed the tribute from anywhere else, so she didn’t want to seem as rude as she already is. She also didn’t look as rude as the other tributes Annabel has met. “You should of gotten here earlier, could have seen me fall in action!” She laughed at her own mistakes, something she didn’t do as often as she wished she did.

[vanea-eleven-blog]

“Ah.” Vanea scuffed her shoe on the ground, not paying that girl all too much attention. She was the girl from five, and no one was too keen on her prospects- then again, Vanea knew, right now, she wasn’t looking too good. Likable in the media, maybe, but not foreboding, or impressive in her stature; she had to pull out all the stops for the gamemakers private session. Somehow make herself into the full package, if it was possible. She didn’t even know if there was enough there to work with. “You probably shouldn’t advertise your mistakes, you know.” It was a small nicety, a habit Vanea couldn’t drop after years of helping everyone around her in the community. Anger churned in her stomach at the misstep. “It might put an easy target on your back, if the wrong person is listening.”

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Vanea was late. Furious with herself, but more importantly, late. The culmination of sleeping for two hours a night, wracked with anxiety and nightmares otherwise, took it’s toll, and now she’d managed to sleep a full four hours, and was late to training. 

It was a scant five minutes to get dressed and splash water on her face before she was in the hall, her running pace slowing to a casual walk when she enters, peering in to find everyone already in place, at their respective stations. A few had paired off, as before, the gaggle of careers jeering at each other. There was one other tribute, standing to her right, doing up bandages on their arms.

“An accident?” she asked flippantly, her heart rate still slowing from the run. 

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Kiko Mizuhara