Wex Milliner

Born to Die Wex Milliner¦ 18 ¦ District 8 I put the cock in cocky

[greeneapril]

Aww, you’re preparing me for my win? That’s so lovely of you!

[wex-milliner-blog]

Quite the opposite actually. I doubt I'll see much of you throughout the Games considering people are already betting on you to die in the bloodbath. 

[tempest-white-blog]

May The Odds Be..Oh SHUT up. | Tempest & Wex

If I hear it one more time, I swear the Games will start here.

[wex-milliner-blog]

Well from what I can see the odds are all in my favor. Clearly you're not as confident. 

[greeneapril]

Please, as if you could catch me. You might want to think before you speak; your threats are as empty as your head.

[wex-milliner-blog]

Catch you? Is that your plan to run away like a scared little girl? Oh and I'm not threatening you, I'm just preparing you for the inevitable.

[wex-milliner-blog]

Bad Blood ¦ Wex & Tempest

Wex moved aimlessly from station to station trying to absorb any vital information that the respective trainers were reeling off, but in reality, and perhaps too confidently, he didn’t pay much attention at all; from his perspective the Games were already in the bag. From the mix of tributes he had already become acquainted with, it was fair to say, he wasn’t all that impressed and none seemed to be a real threat to the inevitable glory that awaited him. Nevertheless he was intent on demonstrating the skills he had obtained, if not to impress the game makers then to frighten any other tributes that might be watching. Wex had noticed how the Games were changing him; he had always been arrogant but he was becoming cruel and heartless and at first this worried him but he had come to realise that compassion was an idle trait, one that had no place in the harsh reality of the Games; the sooner he closed that part of him off, the better.

Approaching the long-awaited sword fighting station he caught a glimpse of another tribute in the corner of his eye. Although he had grown tired of making conversation with other tributes in an attempt to assess the threat they posed, Wex knew that the more tributes he was aware of the better chance he had of killing them off or in avoiding them if necessary. He turned and made straight for the tribute: she looked older than some of the others he had encountered and certainly like she posed a bigger threat; either way Wex was intrigued. He didn’t recognise her from the tribute parade, not that he had paid much attention to the other tributes, but he caught sight of her District number emblazoned on her shirt sleeve as he approached – 10 – he was surprised, if anything he had expected she would be from a Career District. Nonetheless, he took a nearby knife in his hand and began juggling and twisting the blade; if this girl was a threat it would be better if she knew he was not someone to be challenged lightly. “So,” he began making clear his proficiency with the weapon. “Enjoying the Capitol so far 10?” 

[greeneapril]

Not deluded, but maybe arrogant. Better me as an ally than the rest of the lot around.

[wex-milliner-blog]

You make a fair point. But I'm not looking for allies, just people to maim and kill. You offering yourself up for that as well? 

[greeneapril]

No, I’m quite certain that I am better than you in everything and anything. Well maybe with the exception of being dim-witted and dull. You are definitely much better in that category. 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Oh I see, you're deluded and arrogant. Wow, seriously a great combination in an ally. 

[greeneapril]

Well, I’m much prettier and smarter than all the tributes here, so there’s a plus.

[wex-milliner-blog]

I think you're a little confused. I can guarantee that you're not better than me...at anything. 

[greeneapril]

I’m the best ally any of you guys will ever need or get, just saying. 

[wex-milliner-blog]

What makes you so great then?

[bloodandfire-confessions]

[wex-milliner-blog]

[wex-milliner-blog]

Short Change Hero ¦ Wex & Ophelia

As Wex approached the door of the gymnasium he felt his stomach drop, he could see through the panes that Ophelia Moon was inside. Strangely he hadn’t felt nervous until now, not even when his name had been called at the Reaping did he feel anxious just frustrated, but seeing his fellow tribute made the proximity of the games feel all too real. He pushed open the doors and the bright lights of the gymnasium stung the backs of his eyes. Wex knew where he wanted to go; the knife station looked so tempting but he needed to speak to Ophelia. Although he prided himself on knowing nearly all the available women in District 8 Wex knew very little of Ophelia and he was not alone; from what he had surmised she kept herself to herself, and he only fully acknowledged her existence when her name was called before his. Nevertheless, Wex knew how his District would react if he were to murder her in cold blood in the arena and although he had no qualms about slaughtering any other of the 22 tributes he didn’t think he could bring himself to kill her anyway, at least not straight away. Wex approached with a neutral smile; he had guessed his usual charm would probably not work on the likes of Ophelia so instead he opted to be cautiously friendly; although she didn’t look like an axe-wielding murderer it was always wise to err on the side of caution.

Wex had concluded early on that he didn’t want many allies, he considered his compassion a negative trait and the last thing he needed was to be carrying a wounded ally for miles but from the little knowledge he had of Ophelia he knew that she skilled in medicine and this was something Wex knew near on nothing about. A combination, therefore, of his physical skill and her medicinal talents could be a winning formula and after all as the stronger counterpart he could determine just how long term the alliance would be. With this in mind he outstretched his hand, his confidence rising in him once again; “Ophelia” he stated hoping to attract her attention “I thought it was about time we had a proper conversation. So, what are you good at?” Wex ignored the need for small talk, with the Games fast approaching, the need for charm was equally dwindling. 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Where is my mentor?

[nickolasbeal-deactivated2013112]

Your words… so vicious. Look, I’m already halfway drunk and looking forward to making it an even hundred percent as soon as this is over, so how about you stop being a little brat and cooperate. Besides, you only have three days to learn this crap, so stop wasting both of our time with your snarky comments and your shitty personality, ok? Ok. 

This is how you aim a bow. *aims a bow* 

[wex-milliner-blog]

No seriously, I full confidence in your abilities to help keep me alive in the arena. 

Wow. Looks hard. Any tips on hitting a moving target? 

 *aims bow at face, shoots, eats liver with fava beans and a nice chianti*

[wex-milliner-blog]

Where is my mentor?

[nickolasbeal-deactivated2013112]

Don’t even tempt me.

Congratulations. Now as long as you can aim that well at a moving target you might make it past the bloodbath, although I sincerely hope not. What do you want me to show you now? 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Wow, you're really good at this mentoring aren't you.

I think I'll be just fine surviving the bloodbath but I'm sure your sarcasm will really help me in the arena. I don't know maybe something I don't already know how to do, or maybe even something useful? Now that would just be great. 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Weight of Living | Bay & Wex

Wex sauntered into the training centre with a satisfied look on his face. His training was going expectantly well and he was still beaming from the success of his interview. He purposely avoided the survival skills; although it was preying on his mind that it could inevitably be important, nevertheless he couldn’t be bothered to make some half-hearted attempt at making a fire again. Instead he strolled over to the knife-throwing station and began assessing the blades; running each one through his hands. He took each one and threw it at the dummies with such force a thud rang out as each knife struck the synthetic flesh. It wasn’t until he had thrown all of the remaining knives that surrounded him that he realised he wasn’t alone.  He turned to see the figure next to him; she was a girl with striking red hair. Wex recognised her face but like most of the other tributes had no idea of her name. Although Wex had no real intention of making allies he felt inclined to at least try and assess what sort of threat she may pose.

Wex ambled over to the dummies making a point of the effort it took to pull out each deeply imbedded blade. He walked back to the fellow tribute, handing her a blade. “Wex Milliner, District 8. It’s not as easy as it looks is it?” he said with a charming smile; more than a hint of arrogance in his tone. He threw one last knife into the dummy before him with perfect precision to illustrate his point. 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Where is my mentor?

[nickolasbeal-deactivated2013112]

Yeah, I can help you with those things. Would you like me to display how to properly fire an arrow into someone’s face? 

Just show me what you can do with a knife first? Throw it at the dummy, and try not to prick your finger.

[wex-milliner-blog]

Well, if you actually can I guess it would help. 

Perfect every time. Is that good enough for you? 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Where is my mentor?

[nickolasbeal-deactivated2013112]

  *sets wex on fire*

[wex-milliner-blog]

Mature, you useless piece of shit.

[wex-milliner-blog]

Where is my mentor?

[nickolasbeal-deactivated2013112]

Good. But you need to be able to use other weapons… arrows, explosives, whatever else they have in there these days. Hand-to-hand is only useful when you’re up close, and you can’t throw a knife through jungle, or through a blizzard or a sandstorm… you get my drift. 

Oh, and don’t be a sexist asshole. Girls are just as capable as guys. 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Yeah I catch your drift... well can you help me with those things or are you just restricted to advice?  Wow, who knew you could be so diplomatic? 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Where is my mentor?

[nickolasbeal-deactivated2013112]

Oh excellent, fate must be smiling on me. Another sarcastic asshole for a tribute. Just tell me what you’re good at, if anything, so we can get this training session over with. 

[wex-milliner-blog]

Everything I'm quite good at hand-to-hand stuff and I can use knives pretty well. Can you help me with those, or are you going to teach me to run and hide like a girl?