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Post by Seryna on Jan 27, 2012 18:23:10 GMT -5
As the training week drew to a close and you finished your last station; all tributes were called to the cafeteria. 12 small, round tables were in the room with four chairs each. Your mentor and prep team were absent; this room was set up only with the other tributes, white clad Avoxes placing tray of food at the tables; and half a dozen Peace Keepers.
You settle into your lunch. As you are finishing, district 1 male tribute, Chisel, is called. He heads through the door looking confident. A few moments later, Vibrance is called. You have a few moments to decide how you should best impress the judges. Then Buckley is called, signalling that after his district mate, you will be next.
What are your plans? Will you attempt to impress at sword play? Do you have another idea? The minutes seem to fly by as your name is called. The door opens and a PeaceKeeper guides you back into the Training Center.
You see the judges that have been observing you earlier are all now sitting at a long table facing you. Your district has had two victors in the last decade. The fact that one is your father is a strong statement that you may have what it takes to be the next victor of the Hunger Games.
All of the training stations remain: The dummies from the boxing and sword stations; as well as weapons left out for you to demonstrate your skill.
What do you do?
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Jan 29, 2012 20:13:04 GMT -5
As Conrad entered the room, he walked past the table, snatching up a sword on the way past and moving a wooden training dummy into the center of the room.
As Conrad planted the sword in the stand at its base for the moment, he turned to the judges and bowed respectfully. Taking a couple of deep relaxing breaths, Conrad started to progress through the motions of something his Father had referred to as Ty-chee or some such.
His slow precise sweeping moments as he went through each kata served to show off the grace the male possessed. After a couple of minutes went by, Conrad began the sequence again. This time, his moves were fast. A sweep now a strike with the edge of his hand. A slow forward movement of his palm now a vicious thrust forward. As the display reached its second conclusion Conrad snatched up the sword, this time combining the two practises in a myriad of deliberately slow and then lightning fast movements with the blade, the latter reducing the once complete dummy into chunks blow by blow.
As a final flourish, Conrad drove the sword back into the foot it had started in and stepped away from the dummy, bowing once again to the judges.
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Post by Seryna on Jan 29, 2012 20:38:19 GMT -5
The Gamemakers straightened up as Conrad finished with his bow; making small murmurs to each other. You note a handful of them making marks on a shimmering haloband.
"Excellent private training session; male tribute from district 7." The Head Gamemaker announced. "You may depart. Your score shall be announce before the televised interview. May the odds be ever in your favor."
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