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Post by Seryna on Oct 2, 2012 19:18:30 GMT -5
Sorrel and Jasmine were given a note towards the end of the Tour that they could meet with their tributes as soon as possible. Allowing time to freshen up and change, Sorrel and Jasmine joined Bran and Priya in the common area of the district 11 apartments.
"Congratulations on making it through the tour."[/b] Bran said kindly. "I know it couldn't have been easy for you."
"It was supposed to be hell." Sorrel remarked bitterly. "But at least our tributes came back."
The door opens and two peace keepers guide Galen and Bogart in. This is their first up close view of Priya and Bran, the elder of the mentoring team. The victor of the 8th Hunger Games, Priya looked in her late twenties; but seemed reasonably fit. Her green eyes were sharp, her long black hair braided and coiled at the base of her neck. Bran, the Victor of the 22nd Hunger Games, was eighteen years of age now. He was whip - thin, although there was some strength in his arms.
"Good to meet you." [/b] Bran said civilly. "I am Bran and this is Priya. You've met Jasmine and Sorrel."[/b]
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Post by antibueno on Oct 4, 2012 0:21:20 GMT -5
Bare feet calmly walked into the common area behind the lumbering giant.
Galen was wearing a white saree with soft golden embroidery. She entered pulling at the fabric of her custom and slowly undoing the hard work her designer had put in as pulled her dress apart at the seams.
She looked at her four mentors. Pryia... Bran... Jasmine... and Sorrell. She said nothing at first before she sat down.
"Galen."
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Post by Kulvar on Oct 4, 2012 20:24:40 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Victor[/u][/color]
Jasmine rinsed off the tour. She scrubbed away the sweat and dirt accumulated while wandering her old battlegrounds in the 25th Hunger Games Arena. She wished she could scrub away some of the horrific memories as well, the death of friends, the deaths of enemies. The stains on her soul would remain regardless how long she showered.
Feeling somewhat refreshed, if not clean. She dressed in dull grey slacks and a blue blouse. Her figure was filling out more, as she grew from girl to woman, arms nicely toned and muscled, fine scar-lines from a few of the injuries she’d sustained in the Arena. She’d chosen the blouse because it hid the whipping scars across her back, while accented her other assets in case they needed to depart the apartment and she needed to be presentable.
She sat down on one of the couches, looking between Priya, Bran, and Sorrel. She hoped the two elder mentors could provide some guidance on the path to being a proper mentor. Even during the fight at the cave, or scaling the tree for the final victor’s bracelet, had Jasmine truly expected to come back and be put in this position. She just nodded to Bran and Sorrel’s commentary of the tour.
She looked up at this year’s tributes as they entered the common room of the apartment.
”Bogart, Galen,” she said. ”It’s good to meet y’all. What sort-a plans are y’all developin’?”
She didn’t know what to do as far as mentoring went, so, she opted to jump right into the mix of things.
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Post by Seryna on Oct 11, 2012 14:56:47 GMT -5
Sorrel gave Galen an encouraging smile. "Hello, Galen. " She greeted.
"I got some plans." Bogart declared, sitting heavily on the sofa.
"Stay the hell away from the careers at the 'bath, for one." He chortled. "Some scary ones, there. But I gotta stick around at the Blood Bath long enough to get some good stuff."
A more somber look creeps over the blank expression he had been wearing.
"Thinking on getting an ally." He swung his head towards Galen.
"What are you thinkin'? "
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Post by antibueno on Oct 16, 2012 15:24:32 GMT -5
Galen looks between the five people that share the room with her. Only one of them poses a threat. Bogart. These so-called victors could preach all they wanted about the strengths of alliances, the fact remains that some of their district mates, or alliance mates are no longer alive to agree or disagree.
Then these talk of plans...
Do they truly want her to add her opinion to this discussion with him here with her?
"I plan, simply, to remain alive as long as possible," she replies.
"Whether by intent or by course of outside determination - each and every 'alliance' is brittle at inception. So... in that vein I shall make no false promises"
Galen resumes quiet self-contemplation.
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Post by Seryna on Oct 16, 2012 15:30:58 GMT -5
Bogart gives a low chuckle. "I'm getting the feelin' you don't want to be making any promises with me. Thats fine." Bogart replied calmly. "I do plan on staying long enough to grab a few things at the Blood Bath. A water container. A weapon or two. You guys have any ideas?" He looks to the mentors.
Sorrel stated quietly. "If you two want to speak to us separately, thats fine."
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Post by Kulvar on Oct 17, 2012 22:44:32 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 25HG Victor[/color][/u]
Jasmine looked from Bogart to Galen and then back. She didn't get the impression that Galen really wanted help. Or advice. Or... Jasmine hoped that she could survive on her own. The admission of intending to be solo wouldn't stop Jasmine from trying her damnedest to get them sponsors and get them both home. Maybe the rules could be changed once more to bring more than one tribute home again. She doubted it, but... she could still hope.
"As Sorrel said... we can speak s'prately if yuh'd pr'fer." She looked from Galen to Bogart, fixing her gaze there. "Ah'd say this to you both, ain't nothin' wrong with leanin' on someone else. As fer the bloodbath... Watch yer back, Bogart. Stay long as it's safe... if'n yuh, both of yuh, find it gettin' hairy there. Get out. We'll do what we can tuh get sponsors on your side fer whatcha need. Now'n... did yuh wanna discuss more'n private?"
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Post by antibueno on Oct 18, 2012 13:26:42 GMT -5
"No. That will not be necessary," Galen replied when asked if they wanted to be trained separately. "I merely have very little to offer in the way of conversation."
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Post by Seryna on Oct 23, 2012 5:27:41 GMT -5
Bogart smiled. "I have to like that straight forwardness." He looked to Galen. "For what its worth, I don't want to hurt you. If you don't want to ally with me, how do you feel about us staying out of each other's way?"
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Post by Kulvar on Oct 24, 2012 19:30:23 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 25HG Victor[/color][/u]
Jasmine looked between her two tributes, drew a breath and said, "Ah'd like tuh see both of yuh come home. A non-aggression pact werked fer Sorrel and I 'til the end when the rules had been changed. Though, Bogart, ah'd recommend caution in who yuh pick to ally with. Did you, either of you, have an idea of that? Or what you intend tuh do once the timer hits 0?"
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Post by Seryna on Oct 29, 2012 20:43:15 GMT -5
Bogart waited a beat for Galen's reply. When none came, he turned towards Jasmine. "I'll be lookin' about for an alliance," he declared. "- I'd be up for non aggression packs with those I think are a good friend to have. Otherwise, I don't want to get bogged down with too many. I want to be able to eliminate what I don't want as quickly as possible." Quick. Efficient. Little apprehension or trepidation on his face.
"You think of any one that'd be a good match?"
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Post by Kulvar on Oct 29, 2012 22:40:17 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 25HG Victor[/u][/color]
Jasmine considered the question and the implications of Bogart's statement. She couldn't say she'd had much of a different opinion at this point in the previous year's games. She drew a breath and let it out slowly. She didn't trust the careers. Silver had been less than friendly last year, and Brass scared her this year. She folded her hands in her lap. She trusted District 7. That was a given.
"If'n Felix an' Sassinak o' District 7're anythin' like Rowan, Tank,'n'Rory last year, I'd say trust 'em," she said slowly. "If'n not, or yuh see somethin' better... Go for that. I ain't gonna tell yuh tuh steer clear o' the careers, but... Be wary. I dun like th'feel o' Brass, but, yuh've gotta trust your gut, Bogart. What is it tellin' you so far?"
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