1 year ago
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Inferno || Fire || Finn and Marina ||

 

It was almost training time to come to an end and I still needed all the training I could get. I saw a girl sitting at the fire making station all alone and knew who it was. I walked behind her and stood there as she tried to make a fire. She started to give up until I spoke up. “Try breathing on it a little bit.” I said as I sat down beside her looking at her bundle of sticks. 

I scrunched my nose at the fire, and then looked up at Finn. “Been there long enough to watch me struggle?”  I picked up the flint that I tossed away, “I’m not having a good day.. How are you doing?” I asked softly. Sparking the flint and blowing on the spark.

Inferno || Fire || Finn and Marina ||

I sat down, crossed legged by a pile of sticks. All matters of materials scattered around me as I tested the best way to sustain a fire. I fidgeted with the flint and watched the spark fail to ignite. All it succeeded in igniting was my anger. I grit my teeth at my failure. It was unacceptable. I grasped a twig in anger, wrenching on it until it snapped in half. 

I sparked at the dried leaves again and again, nothing happening. I sat back and groaned. Staring at the unlit mass of sticks. Wonderful… just wonderful.

1 year ago
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Fantastic! || Bladed Fans || Reagan and Marina ||

 

I laughed as the girl spoke, knowing that her aim must be the one thing she focused on. I figured most careers had one thing they excelled in. “Well I could see why you’re aim is amazing.” 

After the girl complimented me, I watched her slice through the dummies back and implant her fans into it’s neck. Damn shes good. 

"Well that was amazing. But can you do this?" I retrieved another fan, watching my target closely. I moved my eyes up and down, scanning the dummy until I found the perfect spot. I aimed carefully and let the fan fly through the air. I admired my handy work as it landed horizontally across the dummy’s face. 

I turned and smiled at the girl. “I guess he has a permanent smile now.”

"Everyone needs a distraction from every day horrors. It just happened that target practice and a vivid imagination helped me realize my potential for greatness." I smiled and watched his work. 

I laughed, “Nice touch!” I stepped up and considered the dummy. I slashed the fans across the dummies eyes and wedged them deep into the space under it’s ribs, driving the blades up where I imagines the ribs would be.

1 year ago
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Fantastic! || Bladed Fans || Reagan and Marina ||

 

"I understand what you mean. My dad often has to go on trips to build and supply wood to various parts of the District. I don’t know if you know but District Seven is pretty vast. There’s about four or five different village squares because it would be too far for everyone to travel to one." Even though he wasn’t gone for nearly as long as her father, I still knew how she felt.

"At least you got some training in." I smiled and laughed, wondering what her job was. “Well, your aim is impeccable  if that counts for anything." I smiled toward the girl. 

I glanced toward the dummy and waited to make a move. I stood still aiming my fan as I did with the bow and arrow. I closed one eye and watched the dummy’s neck, carefully watching my fan. After a good minute, I released my fan, allowing it to spin in a circular motion. I watched as it landed in the dummy’s neck, blood spurting out onto the floor. 

"I guess i have good aim too!"

"My aim is one of the few things I pride myself in." I grinned, "Training was a release from every day hell and work.. work was horrible. At training I could be someone else. I could be awesome at aiming and I could be proud of it." I played with my fan, flicking it open and then flicking it back to closed. 

"Nice job!" I admired, "Practice makes perfect!" I stepped forward and grabbed another fan. This time I flung them both after a few slices across the dummies back. Lodging the blades into its neck near each shoulder.

1 year ago
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Weight for it || Weight lifting || Marina and Finn ||

 

She layed down and I got behind her looked down. “I won’t let it crush you. Never.” I put my hands under the weight as she started to lift the weight. She didn’t look like much but she was actually pretty strong for a small girl. She started to struggle some but she pushed through it. “I knew you wouldn’t need any help there.” I said lifting my hand to her to help her up. I put some weight and got under the bar. “Now make sure the weight doesn’t crush me alright.” I said looking up at her as I took the weight off of the bar and started to lift. 

"I’m small, but I make up for it in strength and personality." I flashed him a wide smile. I watched him stack more weight and take the bar. "I’ll do my best… though I’m sure the bar is now heavier than me." I glance at the trainer and figured I’d need him to help me if Finn couldn’t complete a rep. 

1 year ago
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Fantastic! || Bladed Fans || Reagan and Marina ||

 

"It is quite lovely living with nature, I will admit." I spoke with a smile. “But District Four sounds amazing. If anything that would be my second choice of a District. We have a bunch of lakes in District Seven, but nothing like the ocean and sand. It just seems so majestic."

I turned my head to face the girl’s dummy, watching her handy work with the bladed fan. Precision aim. Nice one. My eyes were amazed at how well her aim had been. “Well you wouldn’t guess you have that kind of aim by looking at you. Have you practiced here before?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. 

"It’s nice and all, but you come to resent the ocean when it takes your dad away from you 8 months of the year." I smiled and snatched my fan back and let him step forward. 

"Four has a training academy… I trained when i wasn’t working or taking care of my sisters. Not as rigorously as a real Career should.. I had priorities beyond being skilled in the art of killing. My job… took a lot out of me.. I worked all night, training in the morning was hard when you’re up all night."

"Your turn!" I nodded to the dummy. "Show me what you’ve got."

1 year ago
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Fantastic! || Bladed Fans || Reagan and Marina ||

 

My eyes glanced around the training grounds, my hands yearning to practice with more weapons after the staffs. I spotted the paintball guns and mini arena, but that just wouldn’t do. At least yet. Then I spotted a girl about to practice with the bladed fans. I made my way over and spotted a sharpened fan, allowing my fingers to grace it as she turned around. 

"Well that was direct." I spoke to the girl and moved my hand out, returning her shake. Firm. “I’m Reagan. Reagan Arturo, from District Seven." I smiled and moved next to the girl, standing in front of the dummy to practice on. 

I moved my hand out and began to slice at the black light lit dummy, watching the neon blood pour out from the slices that appeared on it’s body. I carefully but swiftly cut both arms and the moved behind the dummy, slicing where his achilles tendon would be. I then spun around and darted up, slicing the dummies neck, some blood spurting on me. 

I turned to the girl and waited. “Alright. Now let’s see what you got.” I spoke as I smiled, wondering what ower laid within this girl.

"I don’t bother with beating around the bush, there’s no time for playing little games." i smiled, "So District 7… I would have loved to have grown up with the trees there… Believe it or not.. the sand and the beaches grow old in Four."

I approached the dummy and smiled “Good job.” I turned back to him before taking a ready stance. I flicked the fan open and sliced the dummy twice. Two long lines across its abdomen in the shape of an X. I steppe back and flung the fan as hard as I could and watched it bury into it’s chest. “X marks the spot.” I smiled and watched the neon blood spatter the floor.

1 year ago
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Weight for it || Weight lifting || Marina and Finn ||

 

I knew I wasn’t strong at all and needed to bulk up a little bit before the arena. I put some weight on the bench and started to lift some and then I saw a girl standing over me and I smiled instantly. “I would love one.” I said as I kept on lifting the weight and then put it on the rack. “Would you fancy a try?” I said motioning towards the bench. 

I spotted for him and smiled. “I’d love a go!”  I grinned and took a spot on the bench and laid down. I braced my hands on the bar and took the weight. I gritted my teeth and pulled through the first rep. “Don’t let the weight crush me alright? I don’t want to look like a fool!” I smiled and looked up at him.

Fantastic! || Bladed Fans || Reagan and Marina ||

Eager for some heavy weaponry I laid my eyes on the bladed fans. How perfect. I grabbed one and unfurled it testing the sharp edge against my fingers. I smiled as a thin line of blood blossomed on my finger. This would do. it would work well. I approached a dummy and prepared to slice it.

I heard a person approaching me, as I turned I smiled. “Hi, I’m Marina. District 4.” I offered my hand for a shake.

Weight for it || Weight lifting || Marina and Finn ||

I knew I was small, but I was hardly weak. i had to prove that and the only way how was to do my time with the weights. I charged for the center and found a familiar face doing reps on the free weights. “Need a spotter?” I smiled at Finn as I stepped near his head .

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