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❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "John wrote: "❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "On the outside, Tuesday was red all over and just managing to suppress a hysterical grin. She had never been spoken to like this, by a boy-not ever. And it made..."
John wanted to put a hand on Tuesday's soulder to comfort her but at that moment he broke inside. All his fears and hatred at the injustice of his existence came bubbling to the surface but it didn't turn to rage like he expected. Just a dull pain that drives deep within your soul and he sat there a shell. Hating himself for all his hopes and desires.

❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "On the outside, Tuesday was red all over and just managing to suppress a hysterical grin. She had never been spoken to like this, by a boy-not ever. And it made giddiness surge through her. But ins..."

Bronn could tell he was turning red. He was trying to focus on the fight but all he could think of is the what color his ears were and if Tuesday could see him. He felt so awkward playing protector all the sudden. He'd grown up reading T.H. White and Bullfinch's tales of chivalry and had always tried to be a gentleman but this went beyond that. When he saw a fight break out between the two girls across the room, he saw Tuesday in some arena... in danger... Bronn felt so confused. He didn't want to be caught in the arena with Tuesday but at the same time he did. He didn't want to just be with her, he wanted to be able to get to know her and act silly with her and have someone in his life that he could care about. But how could he have that with the games? And how could he try and have that knowing it'd be ripped away within a few days or so thanks to Snow? With only a few days left all he could think of is spending them getting to know Tuesday better.

❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "John wrote: "(@❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞)

"I know. I want someone strong to ally with but not someone who seems so hateful as her. I wouldn't fancy the back pains of a spear while laying in the forest, de..."
John turned and looked at Tuesday. He reached over and took her hand. "Don't worry about Tara or anyone for that matter. You are really talented Tuesday. I'v never met anyone like you" He stared deeply into her eyes but inside his stomach was aflutter. Why was he so nervous all the sudden? In all the time he'd spent in thetraining area Tuesday was alwasy who he felt most relaxed around. Deep breaths he told himself.
Just then he heard a scream across the room. He saw two girls rolling around and peace keepers storming into the room. He stepped in front of Tuesday almost unconciously then realized what he was doing and turned to give her a smile.

Ha yyeah ok cool this is my first time roleplaying so i'm over here hoping that option number one is correct instead of someone just turning themselves into a god and wiping everyone out in one sweep. Lol thanks Mel! :D

Bronn's stylist ran up and threw her arms around his neck. "You're gonne win Bronn. I just know it!"
"Thanks Rose. Are you sure the lumberjack look was a good idea though. Aren't tributes from the same district supposed to be themed similarly?"
"You are. She's the tree. You're the tree cutter. I didn't feel like there'd be much love lost between you two."
"I guess not. I would've had her as an ally but now i'm just worried about the dangers of that union."
"I'm sure you have plenty of people wanting to ally with you besides her"
If only thought Bronn to himself.
The chariot rolled up. "Guess i'm up then said Bronn stepping in"
Rose threw her arms aroung Bronn once more.
"Show them not all of you are just capitol dolls."
"I will said Bronn" He wished Rose could come out there with him. In the short time he'd known her they'd become fast friends. He saaw her as his only true friend here. He thought he might have one amongst the other tributes but letting yourself call those who were soon to fall dead around you or spill your guts out your stomach wasn't something you could do.
As Bronn's chariot rolled out he begin to take in the sight before him. The people here. Their dress was so odd to him.
"A brave new world" mumbled Bronn to himself as he fell in beside Tara's chariot.

The interview:
”Now for our next tribute from district seven! PLease give a hearty welcome to BRONNSTON REEVES!"
Bronn gave a small smile and headed out.
”It is so good to have you here Bronn"
It's great to be here Caesar. Really gives you some perspective when you get here and see all the pomp and circumstance the fine people of this city put on even for just a funeral procession" said Bronn referring to his ride in. Which he was still sore from.
Caesar laughed along but being right next to him, Bronn could tell he was still trying to decide how to take that last comment.
So tell me Bronn what sort of thing did you do back in seven?"
Well i worked in the paper mill there. We printed lots of books so whenever i wasn't working i was reading a book.
Fascinating! Truly. Usually the tributes we get here are just the slash and burn types.
I see them as those who make their generation messes only to gorge their own appetite.
He could see Caesar understood is reference and figured that books were must be in decent supply here unlike the districts. Not that many of the citizens saw much use in them but he supposed that's how Snow liked it.
Caesar laughed.
Well with all the talents we have seen this year it seems equality is so weighed that curiosity in either can make choice of either's moiety so let's hope we have a cabal of curious sponsors waiting out there for you.
Bronn laughed at the private game of intelligence that Caesar and he wre playing at.
Thanks Caesar i hope they'll see that sometimes wit is more important than who you can spit, down in the arena.
Caesar gave a devious grin.
"i think you'll there are many of them who understand the games you play at here. With that we must move on to our next tribute now. Bronnston Reeves everybody!"

SO like for the arena we can't just go up to people and be like "Bronn thrust his spear at so and so" and let them contend with it or give in and die? Like as long as we arent saying "Bronn thrust his sword all the way through so and so then cut the head off so and so then wathed as a mutt killed so and so. Cannon ater cannon rang it's report until Bronn was the only one left alive andwas crowned as the victor"? LOL

(@❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞)

"I know. I want someone strong to ally with but not someone who seems so hateful as her. I wouldn't fancy the back pains of a spear while laying in the forest, desert, city, or wherever we end up, at night."
Bronn and Tuesay arrived at the weapons station. They egin with the ranged weapons. Bronn the axes, Tuesday the knives. She was amazing. Like the ripples on water one after another she threw the knives with the grace of the element as well. "Seems like you're made of that self-mettle as the best of us here when it comes to weapons. Where'd you learn to throw like that?"

If anyone wants an ally i'd be glad to join with you just let me know

Terra was getting redder by the minute and Tara was icy cold. Fire and Ice thought Bronn to himself. Both able to burn a person.
"So Tuesday?" said Bronn wanting to be far away when these two started World War Three at the plant station, "Wanna join me at the weapons area?"

Bronnston listened intently to the others.Bronnston could see the two girls talking were both very strong competetors. He wanted Tuesday as an ally and Terra and Tara too. "Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down Bronn this is crazy. How can you trust them? How do you even go about asking someone to be an ally anyways. Like 'Hey wanna be by my side so we can watch each other's backs in the arena? Well i mean you know until i have to shove a knife or spear or whatever is out there in your back?'"
Bronnston turned back to the girls. Well looks like all his worries didn't really matter now after all. These two weren't exactly Thelma and Louise...

(Sorry ive been off a bit. Just been really busy lately :/)
Bronn saw that Tuesday was nervous around the other girl. Even so he couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was. Without saying anything he let his fingertips brush against hers and turned to give her a quick smile. He was tired of the higher districts making everyone else feel like less. From what he had seen so far, Tuesday was worth all the careers put together. At least to Bronn. He'd always had a weak spot for people who seemed genuinely sweet and innocent. He hoped this didn't get him killed in the arena...

Bronn thought on Terra's question for a moment.
"Well I'm good at solving puzzles and reading a situation and I'm great with a tomahawk and generally have a joke ready. Ha that might not be an asset in your opinion though but the others are ways I things I know about anybody would like to have. So what are-" Bronn was cut of suddenly. He turned around to see his district partner striding up.
"Hey Tara. If you're looking for someone to kill I suggest someone more like that district one guy. I just tried to make a salve from poison ivy"

As Bronnston and Tuesday were talking another girl walked over to them.
"Terra Byrne, District 5. And you are"
Bronn joke snapped to attention saying "Bronnston Reeves, District 7 sir!"
The new girl didn't seem to have enjoyed the joke so Bronn relaxed and smiled saying "cool name by the way."

"I'm from district 7" said Bronn. Deciding he'd enjoy a respite from all the nostalgia of home he asked "what sort of job did you have in your district?"

Bronn quickly put down the poison ivy an turned to the girl who had just introduced herself as Tuesday.
"Believe it or not I'm working with the capitals and this is just my way of sabotaging the other tributes" Bronnston said with a smile "even so I'd still like to give you my thanks. I'm Bronn by the way."
The two stood there awkwardly for a moment. Bronn despite himself felt clumsy talking to a pretty girl.
"So that's a really beautiful necklace you have. Where'd you get it from?"

( hey if anyone wants to make an alliance with me or for me to join an existing alliance let me know! :)
Bronn went over to the plants station. He'd never learned much about which plants heal and which kill. He'd read a few botanical works but he never got far in them because they only reminded him of Rose.
They'd planned to age out of the reapings and spend the rest of their lives together... Until she got chosen... For awhile Bronn became very reclusive. He lived completely within his books. Finally one day he knew he had to start living again. But everyday was a dull empty pain now for him.
But he couldn't give up. He knew Rose would want better for him. Bro forced himself to continue on to the plants station. He spent the rest of the day there. Only when he was alone in his room did he let himself cry.

Bronnston woke up. He ran the shower over his bed head and headed on to the training center letting the air dry his long dark hair. When he got there he felt nervous all the sudden. This wasn't just one of his books he'd read. This was real life. People throwing knives. Others cutting down dummies over to the side. "Ok calm down. Just think. Focus on your strengths." Said Bronn to himself, "you aren't exceptionally strong... But you are fast. The agility course! O course!"
The time it took Bronn to analyze and come up with a solution was imperceptible. He didn't even break a stride as he headed to the agility course. He remembered a quote from a book he'd read a few years back. The character had been learning swordplay with a technique called "the water dance".
"Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow" Bronn said to himself just as the sword master in the book had.
Bronn finished the course. He looked up at his time. 8th place?! He'd have to come back to that.
Next he headed over to practice ranged weaponry. He started with his main weapon, tomahawks, then decided to try throwing knives. There was a girl beside him hitting a bullseye every time. He decided he wouldn't turn his back to her during the Games.
It took Bronn a few throws to compensate for how light the knives were compared to the tomahawks he was used to but they weren't all that different once you got the hang of it.
By the end of the day Bronn had moved up to fifth place in the agility course.

Name: Bronnston Reeves
Nickname: Bronn
District: 7
Age: 15
Gender: male
Appearance: <.img src=http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/F%C3%ADli_... width=40 height=100./>
I'm the one on the right side.

Personality: I work making paper in district seven for the books. Mostly we print propoganda works but we also print some books from long ago. I've read many of those. The ideas in some of them would startle the President if he knew humans could act against their leaders in such ways... I'm sick of our society. The only reason I got "reaped" was because how many times I'd signed up for extra food. I have a big family but I'm sorta the black sheep. I don't look anything like my family. Where most of them have sandy blond hair, I have dark long hair. I like sticking up for those people who are different because I know how it feels not to fit in. No matter what happens in the games I don't care. My place is neither here in my district nor in the games.

History: I found out as I was about to leave to go to the capital that my parents weren't truly blood. My real parents were rebels on the way to 13 who his me here before they were caught... I read a lot. People don't really get me. I think in antiquated notions that I got from authors like Orwell or Adams... You dunno who I'm talking about though... I forget that not everyone gets to see these texts like I do thanks to my job.

Family: like I said, I have a large family. Four brothers and three sisters. My father is Tyler Reeves. He works as a lumberjack. My mom is Catelyn Reeves. She died long ago to wood fever. They say when enough dust from the mills gets into your lungs, one day you drop dead...

Weapon of Choice: definitely my tomahawk...

Weaknesses: I'm not very social because I just dunno how to be. I never had many friends growing up because I was always absorbed in my books.

Strengths: I'm very clever. I have decent physical strength but my true virtue lies in my mind. I love logic puzzles and analyzing people and situations.

Blood bath strategy: get the heck outta there. Like I said I'm an analyst. Let the walking targets pick each other off. If you have a brain at all you bide your time. Well that is unless you're a career. They run less risk than us little guys. Ha can't wait to see one of us little guys turn out to be a big one and give the careers a run for their money. The key is getting the goodies at the cornucopia and keeping it. But if you can't do that then you have to wait until the careers get careless. Then you can really have some fun.

Token: an ankh. I read it was something called an Egyptian's cross. It's supposed to symbolize life or something. I hope I'm right. Need all the lives I can get plus the cat's nine...