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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 6, 2010 16:14:05 GMT -5
Panthea sighed heavily as she watched her father head off. It seemed that just last night she was helping him repair a hook and net that had been ripped by his clumsy friend. He had promised her that he would take her out with him when he left for work. Obviously, he had lied. Her full lips set in a scowl and her steel eyes bore into the back of his head as he departed. She had woken up for nothing and, frankly, that pissed her off.
She decided that the best way to blow off her steam was to train. The sun was just barely kissing the sky as it lazily peeked out from behind the horizon. It was the perfect time to go out and do whatever she wanted. She didn’t really expect too many – if anyone – to be training so early in the morning. And though she’d rather be in the company of another, being alone was better than hanging around her callous mother. And people wondered why Panthea was so mean.
Absently, her hand rose to brush her blonde bangs aside; she hated when they fell into her eyes but she never really asked to get them cut. She scanned the area for any living souls and just shrugged when she didn’t really seem to find any. Not that she minded. The less eyes watching her, the less that could be given away if and when she ended up in the Games with one of them at her side.
"Tch," was the only sound she made as she picked her weapon: a simple little knife. Might as well practice throwing while she could. She examined the knife she held, her thumb lightly tapping the pointed tip before stroking down the edge of the blade to test how sharp it was. It was able to cut but didn't bring any of the crimson gold to her finger - probably dull from the countless times it had been used.
The air around her was as quiet as sand slipping through an hourglass. At least, it was until a small noise - amplified by the thundering silence - sliced through the air. Raising her head, she turned it in the direction she assumed the noise had come from. "Hm...?"
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Post by Paul Wersbowski on Sept 7, 2010 16:21:30 GMT -5
Today was one of the few combat training replacement days, not that Paul minded. A break from the normal schedule was welcomed. He had grabbed a spear and a trident, though Finnick didn’t know about said trident, and headed tot he training area. He didn’t think anyone else would be training today since most Careers liked at least one day off. Oh well he didn’t mind. Gave him time to hone in on his talents and to broaden his weapon knowledge quite a bit. He specialized in spears and nets, much like Finnick had. A familiar thought worked it’s way to Paul’s mind. Was Finnick training me to be just like him?
It was a recurring thought he had during his several years of training. His trek to the Training Area was uneventful as usual. He honestly didn’t mind though since it was a sunny yet cool day. The breeze from the water was bringing in the cool wind. He breathed deeply and smiled, but the smile instantly vanished as he remembered enjoying these days with Annie. He thought about the events of their last meeting. Everyone’s opinion about him seemed to change, but that was something Paul had anticipated.
Should I even bother going to the Games?
It was a question had started pestering him while he brought Annie to the healer’s home. He hadn’t come up with an official answer for himself yet. He was still torn between wanting to experience what Annie had experienced so he could better understand the few changes that she had gone through and the will to make it up to her, try to repair the damage he had done. The sound of a twig breaking under one of his feet seemed like lightning had struck. It made Paul snap back to what he was doing and he realized two things. One he had arrived at his destination and two, he wasn’t alone.
He looked at the other Career and nodded before walking toward the bags that he used to train with the spears.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 7, 2010 17:25:42 GMT -5
An eyebrow arched as she took in the appearance of the man before her. He was at least a good foot taller than her and most likely stronger than her. He could probably take her down without much trouble. So why did this cause a devious smirk to consume the scowl that had curved her lips only seconds before?
He was a challenge. And there’s hardly a thing Panthea loved more than a challenge. Honestly, she knew she shouldn’t think like she did – that every soul around her was a game to be beaten. See, Panthea had a certain reputation. A violent reputation. She was known to lash out at random people without too much of a reason. However, she didn’t always used to be that way. Certain… situations and events just brought forth the darkness that must have always been residing in her heart. Only the few lucky ones that knew her before the demented metamorphous of hers ever really sees a humane side to her.
The motion of the other snapped her from her thoughts. Idly, she had been spinning the point of the blade against the tip of her index finger. Her gray eyes fell down to watch a small bead of blood form where the point had actually managed to prick her. Maybe the blade wasn’t as dull as she had assumed it to be. Though, dull or not, it was still a blade and could still do some damage.
Instantly, her eyes flashed back to the other. Before she could even process the thought of the action through her mind, the blade of the knife was gripped in her hand. With a quick and forceful whip of her arm, she sent the dull blade toward the bags the other had moved to and lodged itself in to one with a soft thck.
Honestly, she had no reason to justify this madness besides the fact that this career before posed some sort of a challenge. Not that she’d say that aloud. Instead, a dark chuckle frothed from her core and slipped past her lips as she stated nonchalantly, “Better to train with another than by oneself, no?” Innocently, she cocked her head a fraction to the side, her almost-white bangs shifting back over one of her steel eyes. Though she held an innocent stance, everything else about her – the dark undertone, the devious smirk, and a daring twinkle in her eyes – gave away her inner demon. Gave away her true personality. Though, it wasn’t like she was trying to hide anything. Many people already knew what she was really about. Some had seen the angel before it went rouge. And those that didn’t know… Would find out soon enough.
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Post by Paul Wersbowski on Sept 7, 2010 17:54:46 GMT -5
Paul paid no attention to the other Career til a knife suddenly and unexpectedly buried itself in one of the bags he was going to use. It caught him off guard. Of course his mind was still jumbled with both the events and questions that the last several days have brought. Looking back at the other Career, Paul noticed finally noticed that it was a female. He hadn’t seen her around, though he hadn’t been paying much attention to anyone in the last several years. Except Annie.
He looked at the woman, wondering how long she had been training for the Games. He wasn’t going to ask however, it didn’t really matter to him. It wasn’t even his business. Get your thoughts together man Paul yelled at himself in his mind. He needed to focus on what he was doing. Not on how long someone’s been preparing. It doesn’t matter if you’re the biggest, the fastest, the most vicious, or the most deadly. If you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, you’re gonna get it. Paul knew this. He had to keep up his training so he would be better prepared for that wrong time, wrong place situation.
“It all depends on if you want your talents to be known.” Paul answered as he dropped the trident and shoved his spear through two of the bags. They were filled with the same rock and sand mixture Finnick had told him to train with. They’ve seemed to be allot easier to “kill” lately. Paul let out a small laugh as he let go of the shaft of the spear. ”Should we even introduce ourselves?” Paul asked as he faced her again.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 7, 2010 18:31:33 GMT -5
She could see something in his eyes. Conflict? She couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, he must have been thinking long and hard about it before she spoke up. But that didn’t matter at the moment. Not to her. All that mattered was her and the challenge.
Her smirk grew wider as he replied. Of course it would be quite the unfortunate thing if they were to find out what they were best at. What their weakest points were. And, even though the odds of the two of them being pared up was slim; she still didn’t want to risk it. Her tongue swiftly swiped across her lips as she contemplated the idea of it all. It sounded like a good idea to her but he didn’t really seem so keen on it.
“Does it? Hmm… It’s just the two of us. What are you? Afraid?” She retorted to his first comment, tipping her head back slightly so she would have to look down her nose at him – her way of saying that she was better than him. He may be taller but she was still looking down at him.
“I don’t think introductions are really needed. Though I do like to know the names of my… victims.” A morbid and deadly edge took her voice as she uttered the last word. That devious smirk of hers widened until it had turned into a wicked threat. Though the gleam in her eyes showed that all of this was just a game to her – showed that she was trying to be playful. Or at least what she thought to be playful.
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Post by Paul Wersbowski on Sept 8, 2010 10:09:39 GMT -5
Paul was taken aback by the woman’s response to his first statement. Him afraid? That almost made him laugh, if it weren’t for the reaping that was looming ever closer. ”No not afraid. Finnick told that the next time I put a spear through the side of his house he was gonna kill my family.” Paul said with a light laugh. The look on Finnick’s face as the spear went into the side of the Victor’s home was rather funny. But the sudden realization that Annie would have done the same thing made him stop. He had to get her off his mind so he could concentrate on training.
He needed to be prepared if his name was called within the next two years. Albeit he had been training to be a Career and to be picked, if not volunteer, to be in the Games. He closed his eyes and pressed the palms of his hands against his eye lids briefly. When he pulled his palms away he felt somewhat better, however a wave of fatigue washed over him. It was all starting to get to him. The constant training that would never be enough, the fact that he was inevitably going to lose the woman he loved, his own inevitable demise.
He looked back at the bags he had speared and ripped the spear out of the bags, sending dirt and a few rocks flying as he did so. He barley caught the woman’s next comment. The words shocked Paul, but his demeanor had been changing so much in the last couple minutes, he was sure she figured he would be an easy target. ”You’ll find out my name at the Reaping if I’m called. Til then as far as you know my name is Unknown.” Paul said as he put the spear 6 inches into a three foot thick tree trunk behind him. The shaft of the spear snapped in half as the forward pressure and momentum collided with the thick and unyielding oak.
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