The Tribute on Fire discussion

”Here is where you will train for the next few days. Most will want to head straight for the weapons, but I advise you to visit some of the other stations first. Many tributes die from lack of food or proper shelter.”

The training center is where you will form alliances, enemies and develop your tribute’s talents before the games begin. Inside, you will find a variety of stations which include…
-Knives
-Spears
-Swords
-Axes
-Hand-to-Hand
-Plant Knowledge
-Fire Building
-Knot Tying
-Climbing Wall
-Agility Course

Remember, the training center is only open until the arena begins. Once the arena opens, the training center shuts down. Make sure you are active to get the most out of the training center.

((So I guess I'll have Hazel come in first...))

Hazel's mentor had ticked her off again. She seemed to always be either ticked off or sad, or moody, but that was besides the point. The point was, her mentor had made her mad, and that was going to make her even less likely to try and make allies. Or more likely. You never really knew with Hazel. Either way, she wasn't happy, and she was riding the elevator down to the center with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed. She had worn her hair up that day, something that she knew would have (unfortunately) set the Capitol fashion analyzers nuts back home. Thinking of that just made Hazel even more angry. The doors of the elevator opened with a ding, and Hazel stormed out and into the center, flinging the large glass door open and shutting it behind her.

Once inside, some of her anger evaporated. She was in the training center, a place to make allies and enemies, and to sharpen her skills before she had to enter the dreaded arena. Well, maybe not "dreaded". More... "Disliked". She felt that it was necessary that she put some weapons on the dummies before anyone else got here, make the new tributes make the connection. She walked past each of the long range weaponry stations and picked up one of each of them, including a bow and arrow, and excluding an axe. At the last station, say the knives, she rested her array of weapons on the ground next to the station. Then, she picked up each weapon and either threw it or fired it directly into the hearts of the three dummies that were in front of the knives station. Satisfied, she turned away and made her way to the fire-building station, the one station that was a complete waste of time. There, she sat, watching the door with narrowed eyes and waiting for another tribute to enter.

Lake pushed open the training center door. It was bad enough that her escort had wanted to accompany her here, but making her arrive so early? Unforgivable. Luckily, she had lost the woman, and walked in the room.

There was only one person. Lake recognized Hazel, the female tribute of District 1.

Lake tugged on her blonde and brown loose fishtail braid.

Lake wasn't amazing at knife throwing, so she passed over that station and went to the lithe silver tridents. She hit the dummy everytime. Eventually, she went to tie some knots. She had known how to make a net since forever, but the trainer had some fancy Capitol knots that she had never seen. Lake sighed. There were only two tributes here, and she was bored.

Finally, Lake approached Hazel.

"Hey," Lake fingered her ombre fishtail braid.

Hazel glanced at the tribute who had approached her, then sighed and stood to face Lake Winters, the female tribute of Four. Hazel scrunched up her nose in distaste that someone had approached her already, but figured that it would be better to talk to this Lake than to ignore her completely. She tightened her high ponytail and put her hands on her hips, looking Lake up and down as if to analyze a piece of prey. But Lake was not her target, not yet anyways. Finally, after a long while, Hazel replied. "Yes?" she asked, implying that she was wondering why Lake had even bothered to speak to her.

Lake sighed slightly. She suspected this girl thought of her as no more than a piece of prey.

"You were looking at me, because we are the only ones here, so I thought I'd figure out why."

Lake thought that Hazel looked as tough as nails, with a hard face, but she was pretty.

Lake knew that she came across as some stupid girl, with her small frame and pretty face, but she would prove them wrong.

She stuck her hands on her hips. "You don't have to talk to me, but you are the only other person here." Lake sighed. She had blown her only attempt at making... acquaintances with a career.

Hazel bit her lip and smiled a bit. This Lake girl was making her annoyed, but to be fair, everything was at the moment. So, Hazel, the ever sarcastic one, decided to bite her tongue and avoid all the nasty comments that had entered her mind and simply flicked her gaze to the side. After only a fraction of a second, she moved it back to Lake, the arguably pretty girl (Hazel liked her hair anyway), and stared directly into her eyes. "Let me tell you something honey," she said, starting to laugh out of the pure ridiculousness of it all. "I'm not stupid. I have eyes, and they work. I know I'm the only other person here. So I could ask you the exact same question and make the exact same arguement." She drew in a breath. "So I'm going to return that question of "why" to you."

"'Scuse me?" Lake said tiredly. "Why I'm talking to you? Or... or what? I have no freaking clue why I'm talking to you, Miss Sunshine. Fine. I'm a bit starved for company. I need someone so sociable in my life." She let out a laugh. Why was she even telling Hazel this? "So light up my day, sunshine." She bit her lip. Why couldn't she keep her mouth shut.

Lake's eyes scanned the fire building station. She had lived in District 4, she knew absolutely nothing about fires, but she had a feeling this Hazel girl did.

Kasmyria didn't like the elevator. It made her feel weird. Like she was falling into some deep abyss with no way out. So she had left her confused mentor up on the 7th floor (and no wonder she was confused because Kasmyria hadn't bothered to share her tactics with anyone and had never said a word to her) and taken the stairs.
It had taken 15 minutes. Not because Kasmyria was slow, in fact she thought herself rather fast. There was just so much to see. On every floor, the hall was decorated with a different bright pink, sea green, deep red, or misty yellow. Out of every window, a slightly different view of the incredible, sparkling City. Kasmyria wondered why the Capitol people didn't go around everywhere with their painted mouths agape. Did they not see how beautiful a place they lived in?
And now, here she was. The doors were in front of her, just waiting for a gentle push that would reveal her competition. Her killers. She didn't mean the tributes, of course. She saw them for a second as she finally tapped the door open. Sitting above their pawns, staring greedily down at them. Or maybe at the dish of puddings that had just been set before them. Either way, the Gamemakers were awful.
Kasmyria opened the door just enough to accommodate her body, slipping in as silently as she could. She looked around for a quiet spot. Around the centre of the Training Centre seemed ideal; not many would go where there were fewer weapons. But that seemed rather too conspicuous so she settled herself at the weapon crafting station.
There were only three others here at the moment. Kasmyria peered at them, putting to mind every inch of their persons. They didn't seemed to be training, only chatting. But then, Kasmyria couldn't talk, could she? Thoroughly, she looked over the two girls and boy. But was it a boy? At first instinct, she had thought they were a boy, but now her brain was telling her, no. Boys didn't look like that. Boys didn't talk like that. Boy didn't wear that. She scrunched up her face in confusion. Her mind often did this. Argued with her when she knew she was right.

Hazel smirked as Lake admitted that she was lonely, for she knew that it might come in handy later on. She was about to say something, even though she hadn't opened her mouth, when a blue haired, dare she say, freak approached both her and Lake. District Partners... She immediately turned her eyes to who she assumed was Lence, the District Four male. Though he didn't exactly look like a guy. She decided that it wasn't important that he looked like a girl, and instead decided to figure out what he was made of. She looked him up and down the same way she had Lake, sizing him up in case she didn't get to see him show any skills. "Another fish huh?" she asked, looking at both Lake and Lence.

I side glance at Hazel. "I ditched him at the elevators before he requested the girl tribute outfit for the parade," I whisper.

To Lence, I say, "And if you call me 'Lakey' again, I will personally strangle you with your own favorite feather boa. By the way, I love the lipstick. Can I borrow it sometime?"

Lake stared at Lence. She had spoken to him on occasion before the Games. "Lence, I think you're giving that girl over there heart palpitations." She nodded towards Kasmyria, who looked extremely confused.

Lake sighed, and turned back to Hazel, who was sizing up Lance just as she had done to Lake.

Hazel stared at the two tributes from District Four. Lake was boring and annoying Hazel, but Lence, he was interesting to watch. Almost made her want to laugh at how animated he was. In fact, after Lence said that he gave people heart palpitations often, Hazel snorted a bit and flicked her gaze away. However, she returned it after only a moment. The two were very animated together, they'd be good allies for each other, not for her. She had pretty much already decided. Unless someone really shocked her or impressed her, she was going to win, alone. She looked at Lence again before saying, "Well aren't you a giant ball of annoyingly positive energy."

Hazel's eyes followed Lence to the knives, then the knife to the target. She could tell that his throwing arm was his right, just by the slightly akward positioning of his arm. Seeing as he hit pretty close to the center, that had to mean he was skilled in that area. She'd watch him... Definitely. However, at the moment, Hazel's anger was subsiding, leaving her bored instead. So, to suppress her boredom, she decided to take up some spear-throwing. She made her way over to the spears slowly, brushing past Lake and walking past the girl at the weapon making station (who she sized up, naturally). She finally made it to the spears, and she ran her hands across the smooth, polished metal, admiring the deadly heads. She lifted one, tossed it up in the once (to get a feel for it of course), and threw it, no, hurled it, straight into the center of the target.

Lake stood, alone. She was guessing that she had come across as boring and stupid to Hazel. She was almost positive that Hazel thought she was just another pretty face.

Lake crossed over to the station which contained everything from spears to tridents. Tridents.

Lake grabbed a particularly large one, maybe 6 feet across, made of thin shiny gold. She launched as hard as she could at the dummy. It struck the heart every time. She was a bit shakier on her right hand, seeing as she was left handed. But she could still manage.

Lake looked around. Crap, there was Hazel at the spears. Lake did not acknowledge the girl. She already looked stupid enough, she didn't want to come across as desperate for an ally or something.

Hazel hit the center of the target every time.

Lake crossed to the knot-tying station, finishing a loose rope net and laying it across her shoulders like a shawl.

She practiced with her new net and trident on these stupid fake-humans from the simulation.

Foxy walked in with her head up and the grace of the animal she was name after. The tributes didn't notice her, which surprised her because the door seemed to slam back behind her. After pulling her hair into a ponytail she headed straight for the plants, figuring she'd learned these first since she was almost a master at the weapons.

Kasmyria's faraway eyes stayed on the girl who was a boy as he crossed to the knives, but eventually she looked over at the others. They had all split up, and had all gone to different weapon stations, and were all hitting the centre of the target every time. An odd smile lifted one corner of her mouth. It was like they had planned it.
Kasmyria was almost changing her mind about this training centre thing. She had not wanted to come. It just meant a load of noisy, killing people to ignore. But she had decided it would have to be dealt with. She needed to learn to have a chance of surviving. However, this was quiet, excepting the thudding of three lots of weapons into three targets.
Talking of the learning, Kasmyria realised there was a lady tapping her and asking if she could help. She looked concerned- Kasmyria's brain must have done that annoying zoning out thing. She nodded, angling her body towards the table covered with chunks of wood, thick grasses and other interesting weapon making things. Time to learn some stuff.

Murph stormed in, coming in last of all the tributes cause she was arguing with her mentor. She announces,"HEY EVERYBODY! GUESS WHAT? I AM MURPHY, I WOULD SAY THAT YOU CAN CALL ME MURPH, BUT IN A COUPLE DAYS I'LL BE KILLING YOU, SO...". She feels eyes on her and grins. She doesn't want attention, she the tributes to watch out for her and the games and potentially be scared of her. She waltz over to the knife throwing station, picks up a short and sharp one. Murph twirls it in her hand, and then stares at her target. With one quick motion she hurls it at the target, hitting the head at a speedy pace. She looks behind her, smiles, and then walks along to the next station.

Foxy stared at the girl who just walked in, Murphy, and grinned. She decided to introduce herself. So she walked over to her and said "Hey, I'm Foxy."

Murph was surprised that someone was brave enough to say hi to her. She went along with it, even though she wasn't looking for allies. She says,"Um.... Hello."
She grinned at the girl, obviously a career.

"Pretty good with those knifes." Foxy said to her. "Are they your favorite weapon?"

Lake looked up at the new girl. The girl was arrogant looking, yelling her name out, Lake thought probably for attention. It was a bit irritating.

She probably wanted to come off as intimidating or something, but it kinda made it seem like she wanted attention.

"Yeah. Thanks. Knives are sharp, so I like them. What's your favorite weapon?" I say, talking to someone my own age for the first time.

"Probably a spear, but I'm well trained in all weapons." Foxy went over to the spears to prove her point. She throw it and it went through where the dummy's heart should have been.

The girl looked friendly enough, though, talking to another girl, Fox. Lake sighed. It was not her place to judge anyone in this horrible arena.

"Dang." Murph whispered. She said,"You're not that good." Then she burst out laughing. "Of course, your fricking good with spears." ((Excuse my language, I just said that to have more emotion.))

"Dang." Murph whispered. She said,"You're not that good." Then she burst out laughing. "Of course, your fricking good with spears." ((Excuse my language, I just said that to have more emotion.))

((It's okay))

Foxy smirked. "Of course I am." Then she burst out laughing. "Sorry for being snarky, just remembering something one of my enemies said back at school."

Hazel turned her head at the screaming girl that entered the training center, narrowing her eyes and biting her tongue to keep from saying anything. She had also noticed that the female from Two, Foxy, had entered the center. She wanted to go and talk to the loud one, show her who would be killing people around here, but she refrained, and instead listened into their conversation as best she could. She heard the word "spears", and instantly used it as a gateway into their conversation. She lifted a spear and made her way over to them, a confident smirk on her face and a devilish gleam in her eyes. "I couldn't help but hear that someone around here thinks they're good with spears. Care to... Say, have a friendly competition?" she asked, her eyes sizing both of them up with a icy stare.

"Yes, I believe you did." Foxy put her hands on her hips, studying the two girls. The small one didn't look like much competition, but Foxy knew enough about fighting to know to be wary of her. The other one, though, was all bravo and Foxy couldn't wait to compete with her. "How should we do this?"

(Sorry, I don't mean to be a damper, but could I join you guys in RPing??? Sorry...))

((Yeah, sure))

((Thanks...I dunno what tp say, I don't want her to seem desperate for allies...))

((Make your charrie join their competition))

Murph smirked, grinning at the girls who joined their conversation. "I can't throw a spear to save my life. I'll sit this one out." She grinned, laughing at herself for her akwardness. The others seemed eager to compete. She smirked once again, seeing their urges to be the top dog.

Lake approached them. "I'm alright with a spear, but I'd like to join in too, if I can try it with a trident."

"Spears only," Hazel said with a smirk, figuring that it would either whittle it down to the best, and keep the worst out. She wasn't trying to be rude to Lake, and tried to show her that with her eyes, but if it was unsuccessful, well, she didn't really care that much. "And there's a penalty for missing. If you miss, you have to stand infront of the target. Got it?"

Murph could see the others picking and wheedling out the weak links. She didn't care if they thought she was weak, she would show them soon. She said,"I agree. The only weapon that should be used is a spear. And that's final. If I could, I would use my knives." Murphy smiled kindly at Foxy standing next to her, sensing an immediate kindred spirit between them. "Everyone who wants to participate, stand in one line. Since you seem to be so eager, why don't you go first?" I point at the girl from D1 ((Chloe's character)).

Hazel raised her eyebrows and a confident smirk settled on her face. She twirled the spear in her hand, her eyes moving across the line. "Don't mind if I do," she said, moving over to the spears station. She tossed the spear once yet again, just to see if it was weighted like the last one. It was, so she threw it like she had when she was practicing by herself. The spear soared through the air, and landed in the center of the target with a satisfying thud.

Murph grinned, saying,"Bravo, bravo. Well done." She clapped, hoping the others would follow along. "Who wants to try next?" She spoke.

Aimee had just stood in the elevator for what seemed like forever before finally stepping out. Her mentor had told her to try to blend in, and to wear something simple. He didn't really care, she thought. He slept too much to notice anything. Her small figure slipped into the training center with not even a sound, except for the glass doors closing. There was a line of tributes for some reason, it seemed as though they were practicing throwing spears. No, not practicing. They were having a competition. All the more reason not to be noticed.

Kasmyria sat mindlessly twirling some sort of straw around her finger, the words of her trainer going in one ear and out the other. She was watching the tributes challenging each other, and smiled. No-one would notice her like this, taking the opposite approach.
Had a couple more tributes come in? There was the small District Three girl joining in the competition and the boy, yes he was a boy, an older one, was just wandering now. It was odd she didn't recall his blue hair... Had he looked different at the reaping and chariot rides? Scanning the room, Kasmyria instantly recognised the blond girl from District eight, who had just slipped in. She watched her, analysing. She was about Kasmyria's age.

Aimee ducked her head down as she felt a pair of eyes on her. Luckily it wasn't one of those tributes who were throwing spears. She didn't want to hide and cower in the corner now, so she walked straight up to the girl's station, deciding to come straight out. "Hi. What's your name? Where are you from? What district I mean!" Goodness, she was starting to babble, and it certainly didn't help that she knew nothing about anyone here.

Kasmyria saw the girl coming towards her and immediately started to become panicked. People coming towards you means hurt. Means unkindness. Means laughing. No. It's just a girl. She's saying hi. Saying hi isn't bad. Bad bad bad. They're all bad. You know that. No. Stop. It's fine...
Kasmyria almost patiently pushed away her annoying brain and settled her breathing. She was collected in three seconds, which was enough time for her to become aware of the tutting trainer behind her who had evidently given up on keeping her attention. She ignored her. She had a new problem now, which was this person. She knew that it was completely normal for people to talk to you in the Training Centre, and had planned exactly as she was going to deal with them. She only needed to do the same thing as always.
Kasmyria smiled vacantly, letting her eyes drift out of focus. "Kaz-mihry-uh," she pronounced slowly and carefully, turning her head to the girl. "Like mirror with an E in the middle. I'm from... District Seven. Cutting down trees. All day. If they don't cut you down first, you know." Her smile widened suddenly and she turned her head sideways, until it was almost lying against her shoulder. "I know who you are. You're Eight. You are," she confirmed, nodding her head, which was an odd motion in this position, which made her laugh. "An E in the middle," she added, whispering. Just for effect.

Hazel's eyes hardened with an icy frost as the girl from three dropped out of the competition. No... You didn't just do that. You don't just try something and then quit it right away. Hazel seethed with anger, but refrained from going after the cocky girl who had just had beginner's luck, Hazel was sure. She would keep that in mind, what the girl had done. She would find some way or another to make her falter. In the mean time, Hazel pushed her anger aside and turned back to the rest of the competing tributes. "Who's next?" she said, annoyed that people were taking so long.

Lake crossed her arms. "I use spears as much as I do tridents, but I'm pretty sure Hazel just won the competition."

She saw Lence watching them. "Hey, Lence, are you any good at throwing spears?"

Hazel narrowed her eyes at the arrogant girl and shook her head. She bit her lip and drew in a breath before turning back to the rest of the tributes. She was surprised that none of them were going to take the challenge. Her eyes focused on one person in particular, the seventeen year-old from Two... Foxy? That was what they had called her anyways. "What about you Two?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "Spears not your thing?"

Murphy noticed the others taking note of her loudness, probably thinking she was just trying to get attention, but she didn't care. So we're they. She replied to Claire asking if she wanted to go next,"Sure. I guess I'll go next." She stepped up to the table where there were spears of any kind. She picked the smallest one up because it reminded her of a knife, and twirled it in her hand. If she was to show these silly tributes that she was tough, she had to put her money where her mouth was. She grinned maliciously, stared at the target, stared back at the knife and then in one quick motion heaved it. It hit the top of the head, the person would die on impact. She turned around solemnly, then walked back to her position.

squiggle1812 wrote: "Kasmyria saw the girl coming towards her and immediately started to become panicked. People coming towards you means hurt. Means unkindness. Means laughing. No. It's just a girl. She's saying hi. S..."

Aimee was left rather mystified by the mysterious and almost creepy girl from Seven. Perhaps she was good with axes, seeing how she had made that reference about cutting down trees. "Hi, Kasmyria... I'm from Eight, as you know, textiles, very exciting." She said sarcastically. "I can poke everyone in the back with a sewing needle and then I'll win." Just that thought made her stomach curdle, but Aimee ignored it. "And I'm Aimee... just like that, quite straightforward I suppose."

♢AƖιcє♢ wrote: "Shrugging, Claire turned to the other two girls."Hello."She said again."

((Is that Aimee and Kasmyria?))