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”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…
- Weaponry
- Hand-to-Hand
- Plant Knowledge
- Fire Building
- Knot Tying
- Climbing Wall
- Agility Course
- Simulation Chamber

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.

Tara was used to getting up early. In fact, she rather liked waking up with the sun, mostly because she hated sleeping. She felt like sleeping made her vulnerable, and vulnerability lead to death. At least, that's what her parents taught her. She quickly dressed herself in as much black as she could, using her black combat boots from the night before. She tied her hair up in a ponytail, and crept out of her room. Both her mentor and her District Partner were still sleeping, so Tara was quiet. She liked to be quiet and stealthy anyways, but this time, it actually served a purpose. She reached the elevator and rode it down to the training center, hissing in anger at the stupid elevator music that was played on the ride down. It bothered her, how cheery it was.

When the doors opened at the bottom floor, Tara stepped out and headed straight for the center. She opened the huge door, closing it behind her and leaning back on it, surveying the room. Tara let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and took a stroll around the room. She looked the simulation chamber up and down before she moved onto the skill-specific stations, the agility course, and the climbing wall. Each station held a skill that she would or wouldn't bother to learn, it all depended on her mood. Regardless, Tara squared her shoulders and headed for something she knew that she loved, which happened to be sharp and pointy objects. She lifted a knife or two and threw them, simultaneously, one in each hand. She knew that being able to throw accurately with both arms was important, just in case one got injured. The knives soared through the air and landed in the middle of the targets. With a smirk, Tara took a seat at one of the stations and kept her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for a tribute to torment.

The elevator door opened with a cheerful ding spitting out a tributes as it's job description intended. The girl that walked out moved with a graceful manner, not a single bit of hesitation radiating from her. Bypassing the door guards, she kept her gaze focused and ahead on the training center doors. Many tributes grew uneasy when around the abundant number of peacekeepers, but this girl hardly even noticed their presence, for she had known the concept of guard (better known as captor) her whole life. Their job was to be there in case she decided to do something stupid or out of line. Luckily, she wasn't planning on rocking their boats because she knew the horrora that they could create for a girl like herself.

The double doors opened, and the world of the training center was introduced to Silver Ellison. Breathing in deeply brought back the familiar feelings of her home; Metal, rubber, sweat, and lemon. It was filled with all the basics of any training facility, only filled with much, much more. Technology beyond what she thought possible, nervous tributes fluttering from station to station, hundreds of weapons that every mind was taking for granted, and the judgemental gamemakers in their protective box above. She gave them a seething glare before letting her eyes fall on each individual tribute. They weren't worth her time, nor worth the dirt on her combat boots. But these were the people she would be spending her darkest days yet with.

Silver quickly found herself at the ropes station, ignoring the instructor's welcome as she sat down at a chair and began to fiddle with a rope on her fingers, silently watching the terrible world around her spin. The tribute that first caught her eye was the girl named Tara at the Knives station. She too moved with a confidence about her that couldn't wuite contend with her own, but sure was noticable. Silver kept her eyes on her for a moment too long, making eye contact, but looking away unfazed.

((They can RP if you want Chloe:) They both have similar attitutes, so it may be kinda funny:P))

((Haha okay. I acutally will have to go for the night after this reply, so we can carry on in the morning?))

Tara noticed the girl that walked in the doors. Tara tilted her head sideways, a small grin turning the corners of her lips up. Of course, she had to go speak with the other tribute. They were the only two in the center, and while Tara hated to be social, she knew she had to become accustomed to it. "Blow to the back of the head from behind... But I'd have to be quick and quiet," Tara thought as she stood and made her way over. Her eyes were looking the tribute over, from everything to her blonde hair to her height, or what Tara guessed her height was, and was analyzing it all. "That would stun her. From there, I could really do whatever the hell I wanted." Of course, that's just one plausible option of many, and Tara knew. She would try to think of a different one every time. When she arrived at the knot tying station, she slid into a seat across from the other girl. "The name's Tara. You are?" Tara hadn't really been paying attention when her mentor had showed her the reapings, but if she remembered correctly, the girl who sat across from her was Silver Ellisomething of District Two.

Tuesday gazed at all the stations with a slight enthusiastic smile on her face, hesitating before she walked in. Her mentor had advised her practice her survival skills first; she would need them most in the arena. But right now she wanted knives, and they were her best skill anyway. As she headed quietly over to the weapons station, she noticed a rather imtimidating-although younger-looking-tribute talking to another at the knot-tying station. Go on, go say hi, make some friends, said a small voice in her head. Make some allies.

Tuesday, despite suspecting that the voice was right, chose to stay at the weapons station. She didn't think that that daunting tribute girl would want to be her ally-she was from District 10, for goodness' sake. A Career (Tuesday thought she was one, anyway) wouldn't ally with a tribute from a lower district.

She paused before selecting two knives from a rack. Several figure-shaped targets stood near the wall, all placed various distances away from herself. She decided that, if she were to make allies, she'd need to impress them first. She raised her first knife and locked her eyes on the second-closest target. They hardly moved as she drew back her arm and thrust it forward, throwing the knife with a flick of her wrist. The knife whistled through the air and struck the target just on the edge of its stomach. Tuesday let out a small sigh of relief; she had actually hit the target. Not looking back at the other tributes, she raised her second knife for another throw.

Letting out a deep breath of nervousness, Terra stepped out of the elevator and into the Training Center. She shouldn't have anything to be worried about (she had been training for this for most of her life), but she still felt a slight pang of nervousness. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was used to being the outcast most of her life and now had to find allies. She knew where she fit in, which was with the careers. She was physically fit and good in combat, but she was a little worried that the careers would reject her or make fun of her for being small. She had to show everyone that she did have what it takes to win the Hunger Games and that her small stature could actually be a good thing. She took another deep breath and put on her best tough face. She scanned the room to see what station she would go to first. After a few seconds of looking, she found exactly what she was hoping for. A table with various hand weapons, including a whip, was situated a few feet away from where two girls she thought were the careers were at. She strode over to the table, picked up a whip, and went into the simulation room. She decided that she was going to make a big first impression. As the simulation started, she stood alert and ready, with the whip securely in her hand. The first person charged at her, and she quickly took one of their arms off, causing them to shatter into pixels. Three more people started towards her, and she did the same to them before they could touch her. By the end of the simulation she had dismembered at least 15 people with the whip, and was only slightly winded. She looked up to see the two girls looking at her with curiosity, and she smiled at them.

(If you two want to, Tara and Silver, we can rp)

Silver stiffened as she saw the tribute girl move in her direction, keeping her eyes on her fingers and rope. Her jaw clenched, and she hardly glanced up upon her arrival. In the brief view she got of her, quite a few things were cleared up. It just so happened to be the Famous Tara of District 7. She had a younger, softer look to eyes, but one sniff and Silver could pick a criminal out of a crowd. The reaping video's spoke volumes about each tributes character, and Tara was quite the interesting story. She had heard rumors of this girl and her previous life, knowing that she very well may be the only good competition she may have in this arena. Hopefully no one had heard about any rumors of her own shady past.

Twirling the rope into an effective noose, Silver sighed and finally looked up, face expressionless as ever. "Silver Ellison, Two." When she look back down and waited for the girl to leave, she was suprised that the girl stayed, seeming to be expecting a conversation. She raised an eyebrow, as if asking Do you have more to say? What was Tara expecting? For all of a sudden her face to light up, for them to start talking as if they were new-found best friends? The rope slid over her calloused fingers, boredom apparent in her posture. One hand continued to knot, why the other found it's way to her ear and began to fiddle with one of her many piercings. The tension in the space grew between them by the second. But as she sat there, a little nagging voice in the back of her mind began to remind her that she couldn't do this alone; Silver would need an ally or two if she was planning of wining this thing. "What district?" She asked after an awkward pause, eyes wandering the center, doing anything but look directly at Tara.

Tuesday glanced at the new arrival fighting in the simulation. Already she'd defeated several. Now Tuesday was getting worried; she'd hoped there'd be hardly any Careers, or at least any hugely skilled tribute, but of course she was wrong. She turned back to the targets, looking at her second knife that she had had more success with. It had landed closer to the figure's stomach. Tuesday picked up a third knife, aimed it and hurled it. The knife wedged into centre of the third closest target's shoulder. Tuesday smiled to herself a little, but when she threw her fourth knife, she mustn't have been focused because the knife skidded between a target's legs with a clang instead of hitting the stomach. She bit her lip and glanced up at the Gamemakers watching from above in their little balcony. Luckily, only one had paid attention to the noise.

~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "Silver stiffened as she saw the tribute girl move in her direction, keeping her eyes on her fingers and rope. Her jaw clenched, and she hardly glanced up upon her arrival. In the brief view she got..."

Tara was looking anywhere but at Silver while she talked, surveying the rest of the room. There were two other girls there now, neither or which Tara had even an inkling of interest in meeting. "The one with the whip would be a shot, from far away to avoid the whip... The other one, well... Maybe a poison trap? Or just beating her in a fight would work too, of course." She narrowed her eyes at both of them before she turned her attention back to Silver. "Seven," she said, with no emotion behind her words. She wasn't proud of it, she had no reason to be. She didn't like the place at all, but she liked it much better than Four. Four just smelled and the people there were too cheery and community-like. Tara tilted her head to the side, not quite sure of what to say next. She wasn't used to the whole "social interaction" thing, and it was causing her some issues now. However it didn't seem like Silver was particularly skilled at it either, not that Tara really cared. "I would ask you what Two is like, but I've already been. I'm assuming you've heard of me?" Tara was taking a stab at it, judging by the way Silver was looking at her. Plus, it wasn't like her necklace that she chose for her token was hidden.

As Terra exited the simulation, she noticed that the two girls she was trying to impress hardly gave her any notice. She shrugged it off, and decided to head to another station. As she was crossing the room, she noticed a shy-looking girl practicing her knife-throwing skills. She hit the target a little off-center the first couple times, then missed the target the third time and looked around nervously to see if anyone noticed. This made Terra kind of feel bad-even though she wasn't sure she wanted to ally with someone that wasn't good at weapons and killing, she still thought the girl seemed sweet. And hey, maybe she would turn out to be better with more practice. She decided that she would offer to help the girl with her knife throwing skills, and if she didn't improve, oh well. At least she tried to help. Terra strode over to where the girl was standing, picked up a knife, and threw it at the target. The knife hit the dummy in the chest.

"You see, it's easier to hit your target if you focus on nothing but the target. Distractions are bad," She said to the girl. When she realized she hadn't introduced herself, she added, "Terra Byrne, District Five. Nice to meet you."

Tuesday didn't notice Terra until she spoke, and turned around, instantly turning red. She knew the girl had seen her fail, but didn't know whether to be embarrassed or thankful for the advice she was giving. "Thanks," she said, focusing her eyes on the target's chest and the chest only. She lifted another knife and threw it. It landed just off centre to the chest. Tuesday's heart lifted a bit, and suddenly didn't mind that another tribute had seen her poor throw. "Um, I'm Tuesday Clements," she said, "from District 10." She paused. "And it's nice to meet you too."

- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "Silver stiffened as she saw the tribute girl move in her direction, keeping her eyes on her fingers and rope. Her jaw clenched, and she hardly glanced..."


Silver tilted her head to the side too, eyes ever-searching and face never-changing. "Seven?" She asked, narrowing in on the girl's body type. Yes, she was well developed, but lacking the tanned skin and arm muscles that any 7 girl would develop over time. Her head dropped and a small snort came out of her mouth; It was nothing too loud or rude, but anyone could tell that it obviously meant 'Yeah right, suuurrree your from 7.' The girl seemed very slightly anxious, probably loving this encounter just as much as Silver liked parties.

And then Tarra just had to go and bring up history within the first minute of meeting someone. Of course Silver knew who she was... Anyone who was anybody in the underground business new of the famous little girl who took down the country by storm. Even before her capture, she had heard her father whispering about a young girl he had hired to do a fee hits for him. Being youthful and innocent, Silver had thought nothing of it. Know being older and much more wise about the dark secrets that lied in people, she realized just about everything this girl was hiding. And she wasn't about to point out that fact that Tarra had once worked for her father and his gang. "You assume correct." Silver replied quietly, eyes darting to the training guide who happened to be not-so-secretly listening in. One daring look made him quickly scatter off so she could continue. "The famous 'Gunman,' I presume?" Another snort escaped, another shake of the head. "Obviously not a very good name for a girl like you." Nodding at Tarra's hand's, Silver was attempting to point out the fact that Tarra was lacking the necessary callous's to be even considered proficent with a gun.

((Sorry for the longish post:P They will get shorter soon!! Also, she's from 2 fyi;) ))

((Haha whoops my bad.))

"Stupid Capitol needed a name," Tara said, rolling her eyes. She really hadn't appreciated the name that they had given her, at all, but it wasn't like she could really change it. Besides, she had become accustomed to it anyways. She didn't feel the need to elaborate on it much, nor mention that she could shoot a gun with pretty decent accuracy, even though she rarely used them at all. And she preferred other weapons anyways. "What about you? Silver Ellison... Care to tell me the story of how that came to be?" She was really trying to make conversation now, but it wasn't easy for her, having really only dealt with her clients. It was probably obvious that she was not good at social interactions, or anything related to people (other than killing them).

"Stupid name..." Silver murmured, pulling the rope tight as it created a wicked contraption that resembled a deadlier horse-roping noose. She heard the question, but had absolutely no desire to share her story. What would this girl care? Tara was Someone that would probably always be looking down on the next person, no matter how much better they were then her. "I don't have a story." She murmered, looking up and into Tara's eyes for the very first time. "But if I did," she started, hinting to the truth, "It wouldn't be so far off from you own." Sighing, Silver tossed the rope without care to the side, stretching as she stood. "Wanna go do something useful?" She asked, nodding to the other stations.

((Have your girl keep preying into my girls story, and Ill have mine do the same.:) ))

❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "Tuesday didn't notice Terra until she spoke, and turned around, instantly turning red. She knew the girl had seen her fail, but didn't know whether to be embarrassed or thankful for the advice she ..."

Terra was impressed that Tuesday was able to hit so close to the target so quickly after listening to her advice. Huh, maybe she's not so bad after all. She decided that she would stick around and help Tuesday practice for a while longer. Maybe she would have what it took to be Terra's ally. And she seemed like someone she would get along with, even if she wasn't a career. Terra took three more knives from the table and threw them all at the dummy one at a time. One of them hit the chest, and two of them hit where the eyes would be if it was an actual person. She looked over to Tuesday to see her reaction. Tuesday still looked hesitant so Terra smiled nicely.

"So Tuesday, what are some strengths you have that would be helpful in the arena?"

Tuesday just managed to stop herself from gaping at Terra's throw, but a whispered, "Whoa," slipped out when she hit the target's eyes. Returning her smile with her own shy one, she said, "Well, I-I can hunt. When my...when it was just my dad and me, I had to hunt for food, with my knives. He also taught me how to slaughter a cow, 'cause our District's all about livestock, you know. And I can run pretty fast, and I can tell poisonous plants from edible ones. Oh, and my dad always said I was great at staying hidden, so..." Tuesday paused, just about to grab another knife. "I hope that didn't come out as...you know, boasting," she said.

~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: ""Stupid name..." Silver murmured, pulling the rope tight as it created a wicked contraption that resembled a deadlier horse-roping noose. She heard the question, but had absolutely no desire to sha..."

((Will do... Would it be all right if she remembered working for Silver's dad? I'd be fine if she didn't, just thought it might make for some interesting conversation :) ))

"Riiiight," Tara said, drawing out the vowel as she made her way to her feet. She hadn't shred her small, devious grin yet, and she really didn't understand why. She wasn't even really enjoying herself, but she supposed it might be better if she pretended that she was. "If you don't have a story, then nobody does. Everyone has one, some are just..." She trailed off, figuring whatever she had been about to say was implied. Tara wasn't one to waste words, and she wasn't one to be straight with you either. When she did talk, she liked to dance around the truth, to keep people guessing. That was, unless she really needed to be honest, which wasn't often, to say the least. She made a motion that indicated for Silver to pick the station, and Tara would follow.

((Ohh, I like that Idea:) Yes, lets do it!))

Silver looked out of the corner of her eye at Tara as she fell into line at her side. Her arms were crossed, her gaze lazy and annoyed. It was hard having to bite back her tongue, wishing to spit out that it was none of this girls buisness to as how she got to be here. But, she was slightly interested in finding out more about the horror's Tara had committed. Nodding to the climbing wall, Silver began to take long stride's towards the station, recognizing that Tara was meaning to follow her lead.

"Nevermind my story." Silver said in even tone, but one could tell with a little bit of preying that there was a bitterness buried in the somewhere;It was evident in the slight twich of her face and the way her eyes found the floor for a moment. "Your's is the interesting one." As they walked, she began to analyze Tara, memorizing the way she walked, spoke, her atmosphere, and even her breathing. It was her duty to learn all she could about this girl in he brief time she had. And who knew, maybe it would come in handy later on. "You look a bit young to be a world-class murderess..." Her voice was low so other's wouldn't hear. "How did you even get involved in the crime business? And why?" One couldn't blame Silver for being hostile towards the gang and crime world. Afterall, they ruined her life and tore it to shreds.

((OMG I HAD THE MOST BRILLIANT IDEA TO ADD TO THE STORY BETWEEN THEM!! ... What if... Tara killed Silver's father too?!
In Silver's Bio it say's the location of her father is 'unknown'... What if one of Tara's more recent jobs took down Silver father?))

((YES YES YES THAT SOUNDS SO COOOOL))

While anyone normal would probably be hesitant to tell other people about their previous life, or their home, Tara didn't care. She was fairly proud of her background and her profession, or, at least, she loved her job about as much as a District Three wiz kid set in front of a computer. Tara took note of the bitterness in Silver's tone when she mentioned the criminal network, figuring that the girl must have had some sort of negative experience with it. Granted, most weren't particularly fond of it, but there was another kind of hatred in her voice, something that suggested she had more personal experiences with it. Tara racked her clients and victims list for people with the last name of Ellison, finding the same name on both lists. She refrained from furrowing her brow physically, although she shifted those thoughts to the side of her brain in order to continue to decipher them. "It's a family business," Tara said, mimicking Silver's low tone. "The only reason I didn't leave is because, well, if your parents are serial killers, you learn not to make them angry. Plus I got used to it after a while." While Tara did enjoy her work, she decided it would probably be best to not mention that to someone she had just met.

❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "Tuesday just managed to stop herself from gaping at Terra's throw, but a whispered, "Whoa," slipped out when she hit the target's eyes. Returning her smile with her own shy one, she said, "Well, I-..."

"It's okay to boast sometimes," Terra replied, "especially if you want to impress people. From what my dad told me from when he was in the games, the sponsors like people that are confident because confidence makes you better at what you do, which will give you a greater chance of survival. The sponsors want to help people that have a better chance of surviving. It's also really good that you can hunt and tell edible plants from the bad ones, because not everyone knows how to do that. From what I've heard, a lot of people don't even think about that kind of thing, they think the Hunger Games is going to be all about killing each other."

Terra realized that she was rambling on so she tried to stop herself from talking too much. She didn't want to scare Tuesday off or seem like a know it all, especially if she was going to try to ally with her.

((Yay!:) This just got real... XD Maybe somehow, Tara ends up Telling Silver the truth before the Training Center Closes, and she Flips out on her and she has this intense hatred for her during the rest of the games??))

Silver walked with grace, a cat-like quietness about her at they approached the climbing wall. Also like a cat, she latched her claws in the wall to begin to scamper up, ignoring the fact that Tara was still talking. She figured that they were both good enough climbers that they could multitask easily. Listening while she moved up at a comfortable pace, Silver could sense the slightest shift in energy. Something had changed in Tara, if not spooked her. She glanced over and slightly down, seeing the top of Tara's face and hoping to read her expression. "Used to what? Used to living in your peculiar family, or used to living with yourself?" It wasn't a question she particularly wanted answered, but was geared more to see if this girl could take a little needle-pricking. Then under her breath, hoping Tara didn't hear: "Psh... Family Business." Unlike the Gunman, Silver wasn't so ready to spill her guts and let the world know of her tortured family.

Tuesday managed to hear the words, and tried to focus on them as Terra finished rambling. It was true, she had to become-or at least appear-more confident than she was. If she showed others, especially tributes, how insecure she could be, they'd target her first in the arena. And as for the sponsors...well, she'd have none if people saw how poor she trained. "Um, thanks, I...I just-I don't know-talk to much sometimes," she said, giving a little embarrassed chuckle. She grabbed the knife, aimed and lobbed it. It slammed into the target's thigh with a dull thud. "Do you know much about classifying plants?"

~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "((Yay!:) This just got real... XD Maybe somehow, Tara ends up Telling Silver the truth before the Training Center Closes, and she Flips out on her and she has this intense hatred for her during the..."

Tara rolled her eyes, following Silver up the climbing wall. "Both," she said, revealing no emotion. She was getting bored with all the questions being centered on her, and besides, she wanted to know about Silver. She returned her previous puzzle to the forefront of her focus, recalling the events fairly quickly. Right, Tara thought, recalling her past experiences with Silver's father. She actually remembered seeing Silver once, when she arrived at his door to collect her money, per his request. Silver had been in the background, hidden behind a door when she had come. He was in some sort of gang... He wanted me to take out a few of the members. Then someone found out, and a few years later, hired me to take him out. "How's your dad?" Tara asked this normally, revealing nothing. She wasn't about to tell Silver, and especially not now.

❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "Tuesday managed to hear the words, and tried to focus on them as Terra finished rambling. It was true, she had to become-or at least appear-more confident than she was. If she showed others, especi..."

"Sadly I don't have that much experience with plants. I was hoping that I would learn more about them during training so I don't embarrass myself in the arena and accidentally eat something poisonous."

This gave Terra an idea. Maybe if she helped Tuesday with her knife throwing Tuesday would help her learn about plant classification. It didn't hurt to ask at least, it would benefit both of them.

"Maybe if you want to I can help you more with knife throwing and you can teach me about plants-that is, if you want to. You don't have to," Terra said, turning a little red.

- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "((Yay!:) This just got real... XD Maybe somehow, Tara ends up Telling Silver the truth before the Training Center Closes, and she Flips out on her and..."

Silver's question didn't hit home, not it the way that she intended. But Tara's question to her did spark something in her that would not be easy to put out. Her hand almost slipped off the climbing wall, and she steadied herself with as much ease as she could muster in the situation. Pausing in unseen shock, she waited for until Tara had caught up and was even with her at her side to speak. Silver looked deep into Tara's eyes, her rock-solid portraying misery, darkness, and anger. When she was sure that Tara knew how she was feeling, she spoke. "My Father's Dead." Silver seethed, trying not to let her voice shake. No, she didn't know if her father was dead or not. She hadn't seen or heard from him in year, but it effected her so because he was the anchor in her life, and he had been so painfully taken away from her. Ripping herself out of the daze, she reached up for the next hand-hold, only to stop half way up and let her hand drop, realization coming to her face in a rush. "Why the hell do you want to know about my dad?" Her face was fairly neutral, but how was it possible for someone to show so much hate and sorrow in such subtle hints? Tara's answer better be good, or Silver was going to send them both tumbling down the wall, and would kill her in the pit below.

Sami wrote: "❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "Tuesday managed to hear the words, and tried to focus on them as Terra finished rambling. It was true, she had to become-or at least appear-more confident than she was. If s..."

Tuesday hesistated. She didn't know a heap about plant classification. Her mother had only taught a few things years ago, but she assumed she could pass on a lot to Terra. She did need some help with her knife-throwing, after all. "Sure, I don't mind," she replied. "I-I can teach you now, if you want. Unless you want to keep going with knives, of course."

She glanced around the centre, looking for any plant-related stations. Then she spotted it, simply a large control pad with a just-as-large screen above it. Plants of various shapes, sizes and species were displayed above it, ready for classification. Suddenly Tuesday was struck with the glimpse of a memory; she was sitting amongst the tall grass of a field, maybe 7 years old. Her mother sat with her, holding up a strange looking weed and speaking, but Tuesday remembered no words. A small lump began to grow in her throat but she swallowed it down. No time for the past here, she told herself fiercely.

~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "- ¢нℓσє - wrote: "~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "((Yay!:) This just got real... XD Maybe somehow, Tara ends up Telling Silver the truth before the Training Center Closes, and she Fl..."

"I was just asking," Tara said with a shrug of her shoulders, pouting her lip slightly. "He seemed like a pretty happy guy when I met him. Sorry that he's dead." Sorry that I killed him, were the words Tara didn't say, and were the words she would never say if she could help it. She gripped the wall tightly, and climbed up the rest of the way, onto the platform above. Only because Silver looked extremely angry and miserable, and Tara was prepared to save her own skin. She tried to seem laid back, but she couldn't help the occasional glance behind her or the surveying of her location for escape routes. Her parents had molded her mind and actions into their little puppet, their little darling. Tara hated it, but at the same time, she enjoyed the way she thought and the way she could kill. She returned her gaze from looking around the room to Silver again, who she was now ahead of on the climbing wall.

❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "Sami wrote: "❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞ wrote: "Tuesday managed to hear the words, and tried to focus on them as Terra finished rambling. It was true, she had to become-or at least appear-more confident than ..."

"Yeah, we can move on to plants. You can go first if you want." Terra said with a small smile. She was kind of glad that Tuesday didn't reject her offer.

(Sorry if that's kind of short lol)

((haha its fine))

Tuesday smiled. "Well, I think the plant classification is over there." She pointed to the station she had just looked at, paused, and then walked towards it. When she reached the control pad, she looked back to see if Terra had followed, and was then struck with a terrible thought. What if Terra was only fooling her? What if she was pretending to befriend her, to ally with her, and would then betray her in the arena? Tuesday had seen it happen before, while watching the Games at home. Her stomach squirmed with worry, but she locked the thought away from now. Tuesday looked down at the control pad, and realized it displayed the same plants as those on the screen. Only there was a button in front of them that read, Start.

Silver remained in a death stare as Tara brushed her comment off as nothing more then if she was talking about the weather. The insincerity in her voice made her squim inside, and it took a butt-load of willpower to keep from launching at her and ending this here and now. Her head slowly raised, watching as the murderess climbed higher while she remained motionless. It wasn't easy to take the words she said as truth, so she couldn't help but speculate that it wasn't the full truth she had been given. With a small growl, Silver foced herself to continue upward, moving faster to compensate for and contain her growing anger. It was how she had been taught to deal with the world; Life gives you lemons, you chase the lemons down, slice and dice them until they were nothing more then useless fruit blobs. And usually when you put all your trouble's into your training, life's lemon juices tended to spray you in the face and sting your eyes.

Arriving at the top a few moment's after Tara, Silver pulled herself into a sitting position on the edge of the platform, forcing her pulse to lower. A brief glance to her sidd at Tara proved that there was a slight unease to the atmosphere. Maybe it was the new 'altitude' making someone a bit fidgety, but it could have been anything. "So... You remember him?" Her words were hestitant, finger's absentmindedly pulling away at the rubber shards on the top of the wall. "... Do you remember anything else about him?"

"Like what?" Tara inquired, choosing her words carefully. She didn't know what Silver was trying to get at, and she didn't want to interpret it the wrong way. Besides, Tara thought to herself, revealing nothing on her face. If just the mentioning of her dad made her that angry, then she would kill me if I told her I killed him. Her expressions and thoughts were guarded now. While Tara hated to prevent herself from being the antagonist, she knew that she had to do it now, with such a touchy subject. She was debating whether or not to add any other comments, but decided it would be best to leave her response as it was.

"Well..." Silver hesitated, her mouth dry without words to wet it. This was a very touchy subject, anything that had even the slightest to do with her family always sent her emotions on a rollercoaster. She had issues controlling them in the first place, but put her dead family on top of that and you practically had a wild animal on your hands. Her father had been her mentor, her rolemodel, and even her best friend before the frightful day when she was forever ripped from his grasp. And though she wasn't nirmally like this, she was determined to squeeze out what little information she could. "What do you remember, from the last time you saw him?" Had they seen each other since they worked together long ago? Was there more then one job? "What kind of, uh, work did you do for him?" Silver's finger's had peeled off a small strip of rubber and was now attempting to tie it into a knot of sorts. Her eyes remained anywhere but on Tara, not wanting her emotions to be pushed farther then they already had. And by seeing her face, she was sure it would push her over the edge... literally.

((Does anyone want to rp with Isadora when I bring her in?? :3))

((I have Ian open right now if you want Emily? :) ))

~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: ""Well..." Silver hesitated, her mouth dry without words to wet it. This was a very touchy subject, anything that had even the slightest to do with her family always sent her emotions on a rollercoa..."

"Oh," Tara said plainly, recalling the last time she had seen Silver's father, when he was the client. "I was taking out a two rival gang members and a mutiny among the ranks. People that were especially troubling him. And last time I saw him, I was at the door to your house to collect the money he owed me. And I saw you, when you were little, and you were hiding behind a pillar. You were a cute kid." Tara's mouth curled up into a smirk, She had been lying, of course, but only about he "last time" bit. Arguably, it was the key part of what she had said, but to Tara, it was just another lie among her thousands. She glanced at Silver, who she could tell wasn't looking at Tara on purpose, and returned her gaze to the other tributes in the center, her eyes analyzing them to the extent that her parents had taught her, everything and anything she would need to know to kill them.

Ciara watches as all the other tributes interact. She didn't have the courage to go and talk to them so she stuck to herself. She walked over to the weaponry picked up some knifes and started throwing them at the target. The whole time she was hoping that she could boost up her courage to join the group but decides not to. At this rate, she won't be able to get an alliance.

She kept her eye's down, scanning the foam pit below and reflecting on her life. So, it just so happens that Tara takes out a few rival gang member's, and Silver get's kidnapped only a few months later. It was all connected. Tara had somehow shaped her life, and now they were told to kill each other. "I don't think the rival gang was too happy about your actions." She mumbled, knowing it was best to leave it at that so her feeling's didn't come tumbling out like sand out of a sieve. "You weren't bad yourself. Matured fast, that's for sure." She recalled the short encounter, remembering seeing the stone-hard looking girl as she peeked out of the bedroom, her mom hushing for her to get away from the door. "You happened to be younger then me when we had met." The corner of her lips turned uo, only for an instant."You seemed so much older then me back then."

[ Diana, Delilah and Ian should RP... maybe we could do something special with them? ]

((I'll have to reply tomorrow Flowers!))

(can I join an role play? Anyone . I honestly don't care.)

☾ᴀʟɪʏᴀ • ᴀғɪʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ wrote: "[ Diana, Delilah and Ian should RP... maybe we could do something special with them? ]"

((Haha, you do realize that I, Diana, am the roleplayer and that Ian is my character? Lol xD))

[ and only now i realize that looked bad >.< I'll try again. * clears throat*

Diana-- Delilah and Ian should RP... maybe we could do something special with them? ]

((I'll have to read her background once I get back home from school, but yeah we'll see!))

~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~ wrote: "She kept her eye's down, scanning the foam pit below and reflecting on her life. So, it just so happens that Tara takes out a few rival gang member's, and Silver get's kidnapped only a few months ..."

Tara's smirk widened, much like a smile would. Tara just didn't really smile. She wasn't smirking in response to Silver's comment about the rival gang's implied retaliation, but rather the remarks she made about her age. She wasn't exactly sure how to interpret the remark in terms of whether it was meant as a compliment or insult. She decided to take it as a neutral comment, mean as neither or both. "I get that a lot," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I must have been tiny though. I'm small now, so I can't even imagine how small I was then. It was better for me though, I could fit through the air ducts better and stuff."

(I know I haven't posted much within the last day, but I have been swamped with schoolwork. I have like 3 assignments all due tonight, but once I get done with them I will post more.)

✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧ wrote: "((I have Ian open right now if you want Emily? :) ))"

((That'd be awesome! I'll bring her in right now :) ))

Although the allure of wasting his time around on District One's level was quite tempting, he knew that the best way to get far in these games was to mingle and observe. Learning about the other tributes and their habits and strengths would prove efficient for it was vital information he needed. Know thy enemy. It was the only reason he decided to wake up early on the first day of training. He needed to search his competition and maybe give in a couple of good practices here and there. Perhaps he would find some worthy opponent who instead of some adversary could become a useful ally. With a lazy stroll, Ian approached the training center doors, pushing them open in an arc. Hardly anyone was there, spare a couple random tributes hidden in the corners. Well, his plan had a minor setback. He would either have to wait for more tributes to enter, or he could socialize with the few tributes that had already made their presence apparent. It wasn't a decision he was particularly keen on making yet, so he decided to go solo until he found someone of great interest But, Ian had never been one of great patience in waiting for someone. And patience was a virtue he never learned to accomplish. In the meanwhile, he had decided to venture over to agility course, having a considerable passion for running in the first place.

Isadora had truthfully not wanted to go to the Training Center, but she wasn't dumb and knew she had to train a little. She felt the elevator sink as she descended to the Center. She began to tap her foot impatiently, closing her eyes as her stomach dropped at the quick descent. The doors slid open and Isadora stepped forward, walking towards the Center. She didn't want to speak to anyone but knew she had too and it filled her with fear as she took each new step towards the Training Center. She sucked in a breath before stepping into the Center, immediately feeling as if all eyes were on her but really no one had probably noticed. She made her way to the nearest station which was the medical station. She quickly tried to busy herself, wanting to make sure no one had seen her come in and have eyes on her. She ducked her head in concentration as the instructor gave a scenario and handed her a dummy that seemed to be bleeding from it's shoulder. Isadora immediately began to work, taking in what the instructor said. She became immersed in the task, brushing a stray wavy, blonde hair behind her ear. The strand had fallen out of her elaborate plaited hairstyle that held up her long hair. Isadora dared not to look up from her dummy to see what the other tributes were doing. She was afraid to make eye contact with anyone and have them come over. But her mentor had stressed to speak with most of the tributes..

He worked at the station for an accountable number of minutes, getting bored rather quickly as he didn't really have a partner to do the menial tasks with. Of course, he had encouraged running whilst he was still in District One, finding that jogging around the area was a great release of emotions during a particularly tasking day. He had ran the course at the training center for far too long to excite his quickly moody mind. It was known that he was a very picky person, yet tried much variety. Therefore, he easily got bored with simple things and always moved around as much as he could to get a taste, a small hint, of what could be something much more exciting. He called this his reasons for why he decided to stray away from the agility station, searching the pool of tributes already in the training center for the excitement and originality he preferred. He noticed a conversation between two pairs of girls, but thought it better not to interrupt such chats for reasons he held to himself. Thus, he slowly meandered towards the medical station, finding a girl on her own. It wasn't his particular scene, but he decided that the small amount of knowledge he could get from the station may be enough. A lopsided grin stuck to his lips as he rest his arm across the opposite shoulder of the standing dummy with the wound as if pulling a friend into a warm embrace. "You seem to know what you're doing..." Ian raised his eyebrows as he searched the fake injury. He had very little experience with treating injuries, but knew the fate of having one. "Perhaps you could patch me all up if I get hurt?" He smirked.

Isadora jumped a little at the sound of the new voice. Her hands had been wrapping gauze around the dummy's wound carefully after having cleaned and applied pressure to it. She immediately took a step back, her eyes wide from her sudden shock. She looked up to see a boy leaning against her dummy, his arm slung around it's shoulders. She looked up at him with a sudden spark of annoyance. Not at the boy but at her. Her height. She was so small she had to almost craned her head fully back to see the boy. But she didn't let it get to her, in fact she stood a little straighter than usual, as if this could make up for her childlike height. "I.." But her sudden confidence soon disappeared as she felt her shyness envelope her. She began to shrink back in on herself, her eyes now dropping to the floor. "If you really were hurt I would." She said, her voice quiet, soft. She then tried to calm herself by finishing bandaging the dummy. Her small but delicate hands worked around the boy's arm and when she was done she stepped back, once again looking up at the boy, "What are you smirking at?" She asked.