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this is where your character can interact with other's. Yes, basically a multi-rp thread before the games :D be creative about the stations, I'm to lazy to list them. So have some fun :D

Alfie walked into a massive room with what looked like a lot of LED-powered lights. As he advanced further into the room, Alfie could see lots of stations as to which people were meant to practice at. He spotted knife throwing, daggers, archery, climbing and many more. There was also what looked like a swimming pool. He looked down at his outfit. Was that water-proof too? Maybe it was.

Since there were no other tributes around yet - he had arrived early - Alfie went to the pool and listened to what the instructor had to say. He wasn't a good swimmer and he didn't want anyone else to make fun of him. There were signs that read 50m, 100m, 150m, 200m and so on and so forth. But to Alfie, he couldn't make it out from his dyslexia. So he just decided to swim for all it was worth.

((Five, why?))

Jenika was already in the Training Center, examining the swords. Jenika didn't seem like the pasive type. 5'10, red hair, muscular and athletic build. Yes, Jen wasn't the 'let's play nice.' kind. Jenika picked up a long sword, examining it and holding the hilt.

((Nope, he's eight, some confusion, sorry!))

((Go for it! :D We'll see;) ))

Two more tributes strolled into the room but Alfie was already halfway down the pool and there was no way he was stopping. It had taken him just 10 minutes to swim the first 25 meters, and even then he didn't know how far he'd gone. When he reached mid-way down the pool, Alfie tried to stand up on the floor but ended up sinking down deep into the water, about several feet, before splashing back up and spluttering water everywhere. The trainer didn't look pleased nor upset, just a straight-faced person, watching him intently.

Alfie moved his gaze back to the pool and kept swimming. When he reached the end he sat on the side, just his face, arms and legs wet as the rest of his suit had kept him dry. He spiked his hair back up and took a towel of the instructor. He dried himself down, handed back the towel and went over to the plant station. Within seconds he had highlighted the poisonous and non-poisonous plants when a second set came up. He finished that set and smiled. He liked to be able to do things, it was fun.

Jenika examines Maggie from the corner of her eye. Maggie seemed to be examining her, which she turns away from Maggie to test her sword out. Jenika would face a dummy and maneuver with the sword, not harming the dummy yet.

Jenika, still ignoring Maggie, walks away with her sword to a simulation circle. Jenika hangs her sword over her neck, then slinging her arms like a scarecrow. The simulation would start, and closes her eyes. The first simulated opponent would spawn, coming at Jenika from the left. Jenika sensed the NPC long before, which she ducks at the NPC's axe swing. Jenika then grasped her sword, coming upward with a fist of fury. The NPC would stumble, falling over, then breaking into multiple pieces of particles with a sword to the chest.

Another NPC would come at Jenika from behind, which she swings around and cuts it's head off swiftly. Then spinning around and preforming a roundhouse kick on another NPC. once that one was down, Jenika throws her sword. Letting it go threw two NPCs, and into the simulation wall. Going into hand-to-hand combat to the one before, Jenika punches so hard that her hand went threw the NPC's chest. the NPC would fall over, and the simulation ended.

Wipping her forehead, Jenika aproached her sword, which was in the wall. As strange as if was, it was sheer metal. Jenika would grab the hilt of the sword and yank it out of the wall. Which makes a loud Shriek! Jenika didn't seem to be bothered, since she checked the blade to see if it was damaged.

((Idk, :P I'm tired right now.))

((I'll fix it. But I'm on my phone :P))

((... Just trying to diffuse the tension! (HP Quote. No? No..)))

Alfie jumped at the sudden accompaniment but calmed down when he realized it was just his District partner from Eight. "Hey." Alfie muttered, sorting out a new set of plants. Again, he had finished the set but decided not to do any more. He could let Lolita have a go, or she could suggest something else. Alfie felt awkward as he was the only boy in the center and he was still dripping wet. A puddle had formed on the floor from his hair dripping down and he looked at it, then flushed a soft shade of pink. "Oh, it wasn't me! I mean, no, I.. uhm.."

"Yeah." Alfie answered, facing Lolita. "I never realized you noticed me. We never spoke.. You know my name though." A small smile showed on Alfie's face and he couldn't help but feeling glad in spite of himself. The fact that someone had paid attention to him made him feel good, as if someone wanted to get to know him more. He glanced over at the crazy red-heads by the knives. "Who are they?" Then he decided he wouldn't speak again, not about the red-heads, not about anyone. Just to Lolita.

Alfie snorted. "Ah. That's her real name?" Alfie stared at 'Captain Maggots' and noticed that she was looking through the simulator glass. A flash of red and yellow caught Alfie's attention: the red was someone's hair and the yellow someone's eyes. Almost like a cat, but on a human. But what cat has red fur? Anyway, Alfie had to plan strategies, not think who looks like animals.

Jenika exits the simulation circle with a walk of pride. Though all fun had It's ends, Jenika placed the sword back onto the rack.

Jenika turns around to face Maggie, arching a brow. "Uh.." she starts her sentence out with a blur. "Can I help you?"

((Ya.. but I'm on my phone right now. So...))

((Okay then? Can we just continue RP now? Please?))

Jenika just kept a raised eyebrow, not seeming to follow Maggie's point. "Sorry for making this situation complicated." Jenika formally apoligizes. "I was just asking you a simple question. So let me rephrase it. Why are you following me.

A wave of confusion crossed Jenika's face, this chick was mad! Jen had an idea of what Maggie was trying to do, but it wasnt pinpointed exactly. "Okay then." Jenika says, shrugging. "Whatever floats you boat."

Jenika turned away for Maggie to pick up a throwing knife. He edge was Sharp, thsurface was silver, and the knife was beautiful in a deadly. As strange as it was, the knife kept reminding her of 11. The place where she lived a nightmare, and learned to bottle any normal emotions. But she does slip once in awhile.

Jenika turned back to the daggers station, which she then dug into the pocket of her pants. How suiting! Jen pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Lighting her cigarette, Jenika places he rest back into her pocket and releases a puff of smoke. Now prepared to continue training, Jenika picked up a dagger set and went to the throwing range.

Rhea sauntered into the training room, noticing that tributes had already arrived. She would rather be alone, so she could share the special presence with the weapons, so her faults wouldn't make the others judge her. But she couldn't order the others out-they had to be there, if they wanted to win the games.
Rhea continued forward, blocking out the other tributes. She picked up a shiny sword from the weapons station, and swung it to the side. She lifted it high above her head and swung it downwards,pretending to slice a tribute.

((Sorry to butt in to an argument that was probably already solved, but as Dah Bomb is the mod here, and I know how hard it is to type 1,00000 etc. lines on a phone, just leave it as even though it is hard to work with, it is still super fun to be RPing all the same. And different tense doesn't matter as it isn't stated in the rules:3 ))

"Sure." Alfie replied, turning back to the station, all thoughts of Maggie and the yellow-eyed cat out of his head. He pointed at one with a long stem. "Pinaccle leaf. Deadly. No eat." Alfie told Lolita, waiting for her to pick out the next one for them to inspect.

((Fo' sho'! Hehe no problem:) ))

Alfie stared at a flame a few stations away and didn't reply to Lolita. Maggie seemed a bit excited with the flame but Alfie just shook his head. He looked at the plant that looked like a dead worm. "Anache. Heals." He wasn't up for speaking, yet Alfie wondered in Lolita had noticed anything different..

Zeke walked into the training room. He was wearing some outfit that his stylist had told him to wear, he didn't like it, but then again he didn't care. He knew the girls would find him no matter what he was wearing. He looked around the room, seeing all the weapons that were at his disposal, then at the survival skills. He knew that everyone would rush to the weapons so he found himself walking towards the fire build station. He sat down waiting for the instructor to begin.

Zeke smiled at the girl when she looked at him. He observed her thoughtfully, looking at the they way she saw the fire. "I wouldn't touch it if I where you." He smirked and stood next to his own pit. He grabbed a few twigs and started to rub them together till smoke was rising, he looked back at the girl, seeing her progress.

Jenika, more into the daggers station, noticed Zeke approach Maggie. "Bloody help." She grumbles, flicking a dagger into one of the dummies. "I wouldn't be surprised if that girl burnt him to death."

Zeke looked at the twigs,"Yes that makes sense." He reached his hand forward to grab the now two twigs. "Thank you miss." He smiled at her and tried to rub the sticks together again and saw small sparks flicker. He smiled triumphantly when the flames grew higher.

Alfie left Lolita without saying anything and went over to the girl with yellow eyes. He saw she was watching a new tribute speak to Maggie. Maybe 'Captain Maggots' wasn't so bad after all. Alfie saw a leaflet sat on the floor so her picked it up, read the title 'Daggers' then everything else went wrong.

The words jumped off the page, rearranged themselves so it looked like htis si gedagra, et ius esywli. when really it said this is a dagger, use it wisely. Alfie sighed. "Being dyslexic sucks." He gasped. Had he just said that out loud?

Zeke started at the girl, and then to the boy that had walked over, Zeke didn't want to get involved so he didn't say anything. He waited till the fire burned out before he headed over to the bow and arrow station, realizing that he never really used a weapon besides his fists. He picked up the light weapon and examined it.

Tristan strolled into the Training Center and saw several tributes already there. Two were at the daggers, two were at the bow and arrows and another was making fires. Tristan snorted. How petty. Making fires? Did the not know how to do that?

Tristan was pretty good at weaponry himself and was determined to show off his skills. He went over to the bow and arrows, then remembered someone from his District was good at bow and arrows. She had gone into the 2nd Hunger Games. Her name was Swallow Button. Tristan smiled at how ridiculous she was with her love story with another boy, but that didn't stop him from thinking if it could happen to him.

He smiled at the girl listening to the trainer, and the other boy at the station, then picked up a bow, fastened in a bow and straight away - zip! - the arrow was flying through the air, hitting the dummy in the eye.

((Edited, I posted same time as you. if it doesn't make sense, refresh or something ;3 ))

((Oh okay thanks for the change :3 ))

((Haha yah thought you'd like some interaction, even if it's just a bit!(: ))

Zeke ripped his eyes away from the bow and looked up only to see a boy smile at him and then shoot his bow with such speed, aiming it and firing it perfectly at the target. Zeke didn't gasp or make any sight of adoration, aside the smile and nods that was directed toward the boy. Zeke picked up an arrow and placed the string in the notch of the arrow. He stood the way he saw they boy stand and pulled back the string. He closed one eye and aimed, he breathed in and release the string when he let go of his breath.

Tristan watched as another arrow went flying into a target. He raised his eyebrows and told the trainer to collect the arrows. He noticed that the boy, whoever he was, had copied the way that he'd stood, so Tristan turned so that he was facing this new tribute. Taking the same arrow and placing it into his bow, Tristan left go of the string and it flew into the same dummy, but the other eye. "Hey."

Zeke didn't really want to talk, but he knew that was a sign of weakness if he hadn't,"Hey." Was all he replied. He picked up another arrow and repeated the proses he had earlier, except this time he hit closer to the dummie's neck.

"Name?" Tristan asked, a small smile forming on his face. He could tell this tribute didn't want to speak, and if he was being honest, neither did Tristan. Maybe, if they became allies, they would be able to team up, but manage to stay alive by using silent signals if they weren't going to speak?

Zeke found a corner in the left side of his lips curve up. He found a time to be arrogant,"Yes I have name." He shot the bow again, smiling as it hit the dummie square in the chest. He found that he was beginning to like this bow and arrow thing.

Maya stalked into the room, selected a knife from the varied array and tossed it casually at a dummy. It struck where the nose would be, and she nodded with satisfaction, knowing that it would severely injure a tribute if not treated properly. She picked up an axe and threw it underhand, spinning in circles until it smashed into a dummy and sent splinters flying. When they cleared, she saw that half the dummy had been blown apart by the axe, and it was buried in the area around where a heart would be on a person.

Tristan laughed lightly. "Hey, me too. What a coincidence!" He let another arrow fly into the dummy's foot, hitting in between the toes. They would probably instantly fall over, or hop around, or be distracted. Pain in the foot is almost as bad as anywhere else.

As another tribute entered, Tristan watched her throw a knife and an axe with precision. She seemed pleased with her results and Tristan made some sort of acknowledgment with his head.

Maya noticed another tribute, a male, blonde haired, giving her an acknowledgement with his head. She turned away, preferring not to let him know she'd seen him. A thought occurred to her, and she picked out a thin bladed knife, tested its sharpness and watched in satisfaction as a line of vivid red blood appeared on her finger. Without warning she whipped around and threw the knife at the tribute, aiming so that it did not touch him, passing mere centimetres from his head. She sucked her finger innocently, ridding it of the blood.

Zeke turned toward the girl, just in time to see the blade pass towards them, it went between Zeke and Tristan. The room was suddenly silent, and all heads were turned to the girl.
She knows how to make an entrance. Zeke thought to Himself.

Melanie wrote: "Alfie left Lolita without saying anything and went over to the girl with yellow eyes. He saw she was watching a new tribute speak to Maggie. Maybe 'Captain Maggots' wasn't so bad after all. Alfie s..."

Turning to Alfie, Jenika nods with a small smirk. She didn't say anything, but she was only being nice. By that would change in he arena, she was nobody's friend

"Okay. You any good at daggers?" Alfie asked, glad that this cat-like girl hadn't heard his dyslexic comment. It never occurred to him that she might have done and was secretly laughing at him inside. He looked back at the sheet and focused on the picture, the letters dancing off the page around them.

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Tristan watched as a dagger went flying through the air. He didn't look to see where it came from, it would let the thrower see that people was interested. Tristan tutted as she saw the way the dagger was thrown. Not much precision - the blade was twisted slightly, glinting off the lights, which meant it wouldn't have given off much pain. The handle was a sticky red, blood, which meant that the tribute who threw it must have cut themselves on purpose.

Sticky blood only comes out when forced to - it wasn't a deep enough red to know that it was sliced by another tribute or thing. Tristan collected the dagger and looked around the room, not really paying attention. But he knew the dagger had come from the girl sucking her finger, yet he just kept looking around the room. Then he threw the dagger, towards the girl, making it land before her feet, perfectly, in a straight line from where he was stood. Tristan smiled and turned back to Zeke. "Don't let her know you were impressed."

Noticing Alfie having difficulty reading the paper, Jenika puts her leftover throwing daggers away. Jenika walked up behind him silently, poking his shoulder. "Need some help?" She asked.

"Well, no shiz." Alfie said, passing this girl the sheet of paper with facts about daggers. He wasn't going to let on he couldn't see it, but even through the back of the paper he could see the dagger turning round to face him, to shoot him, telling him dyslexia is for dumb people.

Jenika looked over the paper, then cropping her mouth into a disapproving look. "This is inaccurate." She says blankly.