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Post by Seryna on Apr 14, 2012 13:18:23 GMT -5
After the first day of training and lunch, the tributes had a few more hours in the training center before they were told to have dinner with their mentor. Ghislaine and Dale joined Thrall as he entered the dining room. Dane was present, filling his plate with vegetables. The victor of one of the earlier games, he was in his late twenties now. He had gained more height than the scrawny boy he had appeared to be when he was Reaped. He viewed the three tributes; gesturing for them to sit. Today's main courses were turkey legs, chicken pot pies, rolls, roasted potatoes and asparagus. Several plates of sweet rolls and fruit tarts were set about the table. "Get eating." He recommended. Dane never had much trouble on this front. He remained quiet; eating his own meal. Ghislaine Dale
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Post by Kazakin on Apr 14, 2012 13:48:31 GMT -5
Thrall stared at the other two tributes for a moment, watching them just in case they tried something. When this didn't seem to be the case, he moved around the edge of the room towards the food.
He seized several turkey legs and skulked back, clutching the others to his chest as he gnawed on one ravenously. He was probably going to spend a lot of the time throwing up the overly rich food if he wasn't careful, but he also wasn't inclined to let a free meal go.
He didn't say anything. If these people were stupid enough to leave food unguarded, they deserved to find it had all been eaten.
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Post by Seryna on Apr 14, 2012 13:58:53 GMT -5
Dane glanced at Thrall; his expression neutral. He didn't think the others were expressing any better table manners as he saw Ghislaine sneaking a fruit pie down her shirt and Dale was happily on his third strawberry tart. Dane waited until the plates of those using them were mostly empty before speaking.
"We should talk about what training courses you want to take at the training center."
Ghislaine took a large bite of a pecan pie, regarding Dane silently. Dane turned to look at Dale, who spoke with a mouth full of turkey.
"I want to take the fishing class. I like fish." "Ah, the knot tying class?" Dane inquired. Dale took another bite of turkey, reaching out to grab a roasted potato. He did not reply. Dane seemed non pulsed, looking to Thrall.
"And you?" He asked.
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Post by Kazakin on Apr 18, 2012 7:05:17 GMT -5
Thrall ripped the meat off with his teeth, mostly ignoring the others. Then he turned his head slightly, as he tossed the bone away, letting it clatter somewhere. His tongue ran over his teeth. Fishing. Knot tying. He thought about that for a while, seemingly ignoring the question. Then he shrugged.
"Will any of those things keep any of us alive?" he said, scowling. "Everyone knows what happens. The Careers pack up, rule the resources and pick us off one by one before they turn on each other like dogs. Good luck getting out of that with a fish hook or a knot though." His voice was off-kilter, the stresses in the wrong place, like he was having to think very hard about everything he was saying.
"I'll probably just pick some at random."
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Post by Seryna on Apr 22, 2012 10:24:25 GMT -5
"You shouldn't go in feeling hopeless." Your mentor stresses. " I had just as much of a shot in the dark; and I survived. Its important to think about what will help you survive." He glanced to the other tributes who were busy eating.
"An alliance isn't a bad idea." He placed the idea on the table and let it lie; seeing how it would be interpreted.
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Post by Kazakin on Apr 26, 2012 12:20:59 GMT -5
Thrall stared at the man, blandly.
"They won't want to ally with me," he said. "I'm weird, so the sponsors won't like me. It'd be like saying 'please don't send me stuff'." He gnawed on the turkey bone, his teeth clicking off the marrow. "They're all grateful it was me, at home. Someone told me. Someone with kids." He twirled the bone in his fingers.
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Post by Seryna on Apr 26, 2012 17:37:08 GMT -5
"Well..." The mentor pauses; clearly taken aback. "It clearly goes to show some people just don't want the honor." It was an empty sentence and fell flat on the room where Ghislaine and Dale had each taken a second helping and were heartily eating.
"We could stick together." Dale suggested. "Two people to look out for us until..."
"-until the careers kill us." seemed to be the logical conclusion of that sentence; but Dane fixed him with a stern look that killed his sentence.
"Could." Ghislaine replied. " But no one will send us stuff. Should just run to the water."
"Running to the water is an idea." Dane replies. "But think about how you'll be perceived once you get into the Games. If the camera is on you; I can get you sponsors. If you're interesting." He stressed.
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Post by Kazakin on May 1, 2012 5:44:54 GMT -5
"I think it probably shows that people would rather not watch their own son or daughter get sliced up on live TV," Thrall replied, absently tossing the gnawed bone away. His stomach ached, and he vaguely wondered if he would throw up. No... no, he was probably okay. Probably.
"I can hunt. It means I can kill. And I've survived on my own all my life. That's about the only thing I have going for me. Can either of you fight?" The pale hunter muttered, glancing at Dane. "I don't know how to do interesting."
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Post by Seryna on May 1, 2012 11:53:01 GMT -5
"Being different will come naturally for you. Demonstrating your hunting skill should be prominent in the first few days. It will keep your strength up for the more challenging days ahead."
"I can run pretty good... " Dale stated. "I plan on grabbing a bag and getting away from Cornucopia."
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