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Post by Seryna on Jan 19, 2012 2:23:26 GMT -5
After the first day of training, all of the tributes were advised to meet with their mentors over dinner for a strategy session. Bobbeh and Singer went up to the dining room where a full dinner was laid out before them. The center of the table had several chickens, a turret of lamb stew and a rack of ribs. Several plates of rolls, roasted potatoes and steamed asparagus ringed them.
Only three chairs were set; the absence of the frivolous stylist team was an obvious choice.
The district 9 victor, Lyme, was standing behind her chair; facing away from you. You recall little of her Games from eight years ago; for you had been young then. You do remember talk that her favored weapon had been a hatchet; a hatchet that she had also used to carve a shelter out of the evergreen trees that flecked the arena of the 16th Hunger Games.
"So, you're the tributes for the 24th Hunger Games." She faces you with a solemn face; her voice grave.
"How have you spent your training?"
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Post by cobrawax on Jan 19, 2012 3:30:16 GMT -5
"Oh I spent it sewing and facepainting. And trying to not end up like those District 5 kids." Bobbeh stated dryly.
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Post by Seryna on Jan 19, 2012 16:46:05 GMT -5
"Camouflage?" Her eyebrows found a new region in her forehead. "I took that... saved me from Brutus," She replied, circling the table and taking a seat at the table.
"-what about you?" She directed at Bobbeh's district mate, Singer.
Singer was a small, petite girl with red hair. Singer picked about a roll as she answered.
"I started at the Axe station," She replied. "- think I got pretty good at it. Then I went to the Swimming station. I remembered how six tributes died in the first day in the 19th Hunger Games."
Lyme nodded and ladled up a bowl of lamb stew.
"What do you want to do for your last day of training?" Lyme asked, glanced from Bobbeh to Singer.
"You can probably hit two stations if you focus."
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Post by cobrawax on Jan 19, 2012 17:04:51 GMT -5
"I guess climbing 'n boxing I spose. Be good to know how to defend maself." Bobbeh said as he ate a potato.
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Post by Seryna on Jan 19, 2012 17:22:49 GMT -5
"Think there's going to be mountains or trees in this one?" Singer turned to Bobbeh; reaching for a potato as well. "I really hope its not Arctic. I hate being cold..."
"It could be anything, " Lyme replied. "- volcanoes and mountains; or islands. Don't focus too much on what it will be. You won't know until you're in the Arena..."
She pauses.
"You'll have 30 seconds on the gong to get oriented. Do you have any questions?"
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Post by cobrawax on Jan 20, 2012 22:15:28 GMT -5
Bobbeh shrugged "Dunno. Got any pointers?"
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Post by Seryna on Jan 20, 2012 22:31:06 GMT -5
Lyme considered Bobbeh's question as she buttered a roll. She held the roll aloft as she replied to him.
"Surviving the Cornucopia is your first bet. You've had a chance to try some of the stations. More importantly; you've seen the other tributes at the station. Have you identified the truly dangerous? Have you seen any one you might want to ally with?"
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Post by cobrawax on Jan 23, 2012 21:53:13 GMT -5
"Well there's this one olda girl." said Bobbeh in his drawl. "And there was some crazy people at the swords. Dunno what to do 'bout them. The didn't seem to like each other I think."
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Post by Seryna on Jan 23, 2012 22:11:51 GMT -5
"Were these people the threats or possible alliance?" Lyme prompted. She glances to the redhead; who shakes her head.
"I vote against allying with the dumbass who failed to hit on me." Singer offered her input, spearing her potato. "Was he one of the crazy people?" The red head asked Bobbeh.
"Well; you're going to have to consider something," Lyme continued. "Are you two thinking of forming up together?"
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