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Post by Kai on Sept 11, 2010 9:48:59 GMT -5
it's a Private thread. Currently there were only two types of people here. Kai-- and the Gamemakers who definitely weren't interested in him. This wasn't a private thing to get his score, but in this massive training grounds, more like a gymnasium, but, there was always some game-makers in this room or so it seemed. And the other tributes were probably doing something else, like eating out their faces. Kai had done this himself actually, ended up being sick by all the less he enjoyed it.
Going over to the weapons area he'd eye up a more slender, more ornate and yet all the wiser, more dangerous trench knifes. Why shouldn't he NOT hone his skills in his most proficient weapon when no other tribute was going to see him? Sure, his mentor had strict issues on not allowing the other tributes to not see his skill with the weapon; but they weren't here, were they? He selectively stood for a few moments looking over the various ones, but before he started chuckling, his emotions seemed to turn giddy at this moment. His eyes had set on stone upon a set of trench knifes. Nothing special looking; completely black, obsidian in all except for the bottom of the knife, a circle; one of them had a innie, and the other had the same circle, with inside the silver circle prong facing outwards.
"Sweet...."
The once usually shy and timid Kai picked them up for a moment and then his arms opened and shut in one swift movement, the two trench knifes connected together. He pulled them apart this time; then he grinned all the more. What another tribute wouldn't realize what he was staring at was a thin piece of wire. A very tough wire at it, too. It seemed it was a garrote wire within the trench knifes, if it was used properly could be used for offensive and defensive things, and even supplementary things, like swinging from tree to tree (provided he could throw them properly, and the wire would hold.)
He took these trench knifes and performed the same movement again, they came apart with no wire in between them. He took these two within both of his hands. By now, only a few game-makers had become interested; they were using Kai for some entertainment as they ate.
Kai would move over to one of the wooden dummies, it was a good carving too. This one was a free standing dummy. Kai would take a position, backed off a few moments before bending his knees and shifting his weight forward and pulling the trench knifes up to his face, protecting them. It seemed as if he was peeking over them, like.... Peekaboo. But then he rushed to the training dummy, placing many slices, like a preying mantis, each of his hits, started out as a jab but as it proceeded would twist his wrist to make the blade horizontal, and then slash as the dummy with minimal movement with the fifth and finaly slash making Kai bending his knees a little further, then his jab proceeded upwards, with the bending of his wrist would lay a vertical slash up the (to be) victim. This made the dummy go airbourne. It shouldn't have, but this dummy albeit well done was pretty damn light too. But with this moment to impress the Game-makers, Kai would maneuver around this flying dummy, performing the same movement from before to produce a wire and wrap it around the neck of the dummy once, before pulling in it's opposite directions, as it happened the dummy seemed to appear on Kai's back, and decapitated at the same time. The body would slide down his back and against his legs, while the head seemed to roll down the floor in front of him. A clean cut; a swift decapitation.
Deep breathing. Kai would unfasten the trench knifes and release the wire once more. Yes; he had used these trench knifes before. But they'res was better done and in better condition. Kai had bought his own rom a snidey old man who, offered a price. Take or leave- that was it. But the whole thing had managed to take the breath out of him, but he'd place down the trench knifes. He looked over to the game-makers once more, who seemed more interested in him.
... And a tribute was watching.
Shit.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 11, 2010 11:08:05 GMT -5
Licking the remainder of the orange juice she had had with breakfast off her lips, Panthea made her way down to the training grounds. She had to admit – the elevator ride was quite the interesting one. Going down, it made her feel like her stomach was flying up into her throat. It was really the only feeling that could coax an actual… humane reaction from her. And that would be quite the giddy giggle. Though, she’d never show that side of her if there were another body beside her. But, for the moment, there was none.
At least, that was until she entered the actual training grounds. Her eyes jumped from the Game Makers to the boy that looked to be wielding a pair of trench knives – one of her favorite weapons of all time. He was… quite impressive with that deadly pair. And it seemed that he had gotten a better duo. Ones that were equipped with a wire. Those could do some heavy damage and Panthea liked that. She couldn’t wait to get her own mittens on a pair like that. But she wouldn’t. Not with the other around. She was blonde but she wasn’t stupid. She knew better than to show off her skills during training. She was supposed to focus on the areas she lacked like: archery, plant identification, and camouflage.
Her steel eyes remained trained on the other tribute as he executed a deadly dance with a lifeless dummy. And though she was impressed, she didn’t show it. Her arms crossed under her chest and she stood tall. Tipping her head back just a fraction, she looked at him down her nose – her way of establishing that she was better than him. He was a fool for keeping his back to the door. Or at least not paying too much attention. Now she knew one of the skills of his. Though, she could understand becoming so engrossed in something that other things just tend to flutter by like a little butterfly. But that would get you killed in the games.
The last move he made – the decapitation of the head – didn’t seem to faze the girl either. Though she was mentally applauding him for the chaotic beauty of it all. Instead of showing any of that, she scoffed and turned her head to the side to shift her gaze to something else as if she were more interested in that. “Tch. Please. I’ve seen better fighting skills from a little fish.”
Her arms fell from below her chest and hung loosely at her sides as she started to advance toward him, her devious intentions starting to gleam in her eyes. Oh, what fun she would have with him if she ever ran into him in the Games.
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Post by Kai on Sept 11, 2010 12:33:30 GMT -5
Shit.
Kai had suddenly returned to his shy and timid demeanor now someone had returned, mentally berating (plus torturing) himself for that. He knew that this foolish dance would have summed up his skill of how proficient he was with that weapon. After all he only used three weapons. Trench knifes...garrote wire, or just wire in general...or whips.
He stared back at her even after she made the comment, and he turned to move towards one of the other stations, weakly rubbing his head. He wasn't going to get any advantages in the game if she decided to tell anyone...he had put himself at a major disadvantage for releasing information. That girl could get an advantage just because of his silly prancing around. Albeit deadly prancing at that.
"Who's to say that I use trench knifes as a secondary weapon?"
Kai replied to the person advancing behind him, although he had not a very long walk to the next station, the plant identifying one, she still seemed to be tracking her game. Who was the game? Him. That was in hunter context anyway. People underestimated people from district 5. They hunted too, more about wildlife. Though of course they were the richer district from district 9, because obviously they were smarter to a degree. They actually breeded the animals, and not waited them to come around to just kill. They had a large reserve for the animals, they had larger land than the actual people.
Anyway,
Kai turned around for a moment to glimpse at the woman. Blonde, that was the first thing he registered in his mind. Then was the hairstyle and then the face moving towards her, oh and the fact that she had a carefree swing to her. He'd seen it before in alpha leaders, their strut of confidence that they could eviscerate any of their opponents.
But although extremely cute (the type that Kai would have went for, back home), he kept any of those hormonal thoughts to himself, that would get him killed. But he stared for a moments too long and simply turned back to the plants, pointing and them mentally reciting them. You had to be at the least, moot familiar with the plants. A lot of them could kill you in district five. It was one of the many reasons why the capitol had won the war. They had somehow made all of the plants in the massive wilderness of district 5 poisoness, and for that, many of their stocks died. But after the capitol had won the rebellion, they had sorted out all of those problems, but a lot of the plants became hybrids with normal plants, and have we here today. They were isolated to many extents, though.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 11, 2010 13:46:23 GMT -5
She couldn’t help the way her short, mocking laughter that shook her shoulders. Trench knives as a secondary weapon? That thought was just preposterous to the girl. Trench knives were practically perfect. They were extremely dangerous and fatal in the right hands. Who would even think about using such an extraordinary weapon as anything less than their first choice? Panthea wouldn’t. “Trench knives as a secondary weapon? Please. They’re too… devastatingly beautiful to be used as anything less than the first choice.”
If he was observant, he would have caught the appreciative undertone that hid in her dark voice. If he was smart, he’d be able to tell that, she too, was skilled when it came to trench knives. Though that wasn’t the only weapon she could handle. Her aim was spectacular when it came to throwing knives, spears, and tridents. Though, she had plenty of practice with the last two when she was fishing with her father. He taught her how to spear fish with ease.
Her eyes followed him as he retreated to the plant identification station and though she knew a nearly fool-proof method (her father taught her so she’d know which plants she could eat if she found herself without food while fishing) to test which plants were toxic and not, she decided it would be good to at least know a few ahead of time. Besides, he was her only possible victim companion at the time. She might as well make the best of it.
Her smirk grew all the more wicked as she lazily followed him the station, arms swinging slightly at her sides. She only paused when he turned to look at her. And that was only when his stunning eyes seemed to take a little while to wander away from her form. She tilted her head to the side, her own eyes narrowed slightly. She used this as an excuse to take in his appearance. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. The contrasting colors were amazingly beautiful distracting. He didn’t look too tall, either. Maybe just as tall as Panthea herself – give or take an inch or so. And his build… He looked rather scrawny from what she could see. If she wouldn’t have witnessed the dance that displayed his skills with trench knives, he wouldn’t have looked to be too much of a challenge. But she did. And he was. Which made him all the more interesting. Exciting. She had to admit it. He was… Attractive even. Which made it certainly a sad thing – the reason of their meeting. She wouldn’t have a lot of time to play with him. But better to have a little time than know time at all.
“What?” she asked blankly after a moment. His eyes had been on her a little longer than she would have liked. But it wasn’t like she wasn’t doing the same to him. At least she assumed he was sizing her up. “Like what you see?”
The wicked smirk became taunting as the last question left her mouth. Just a few more steps and she standing at his side, her hands on her hips. She turned her gaze to the plants before them as if she were completely engrossed in them. When, in actuality, she was – how she liked to put it – stalking her prey.
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Post by Kai on Sept 11, 2010 15:55:02 GMT -5
He tried not to grin or smile at her aftermentioned statement. It was true. How could he use another weapon as a primary proficientness-stuff type-thing when trench knifes were just beautiful. He understood that she then had a passion or rather, encounter when it came to them; that she had a sense of understanding what it was to be one with your weapon of choice.
Kai would then again, move to the right slightly to the little berries,, each had a little box showing which and weren't toxic. At the least, it'd take a little figuring out because they didn't just say... "These are toxic and these ones aren't." they made it so they would have a chance of dying at it, too.
Kai would oh so ever elegantly go to his knees, placing his hand into the ground (the mentioned area of plants had to have a source of dirt, right?) and would scrape for a few moments with his one hand, pulling out one of the roots of a nearby plant, ripping it from it's grasp and then standing once more, to examine the roots somewhat. Roots were one of the essential things of a plant, a lot of good OR bad stuff could go through them...So versatile.
But when she spoke about liking what he saw he just had to mentally awnser 'yes.' But not that he'd say that, at least...not straightforward anyway. He regained what composture that he had lost and would stare towards the rest of the plants, before, without moving his body, his head would twist, to the point where the two things she'd see, were his hair, and the side of his bright blue orbs from his eye peering at her.
"I do like what I see-" Kai felt at this moment he needed to pause, to allow her the momentary pleasure from a compliment. But at this moment he released a smile, a sincere smile that lasted a few seconds but faded, and went to finish his sentence. "...It's important that I remember the...details of someone who I might need to kill." Of course now he wasn't saying that he'd like to...but he did want to live. His head turned back to the plants, having done he dropped the root and would shake his right hand, removing some of the dirt.
But he felt he owed her something, so he turned to face her slightly after she finished her own reply, and held out his hand as his eyes widened to their full gaze, most of the time he had been squinting, but now he had allowed himself for his eyes to open fully; to render the whole of her details to him. Of course he'd file away his mental picture for later, and anyone else he'd talk to or find...but it wasn't exactly "advised" that he make friends with an enemy.
"...Kai. May the odds be ever in your favour" he spoke at first with a serious tone, but fading to more of a mimicking tone of that woman who spoke ever so enthusiastically. Of course his tone could be mistaken for partially sarcastic or to insult her, but that would be mistaken if she thought such a thing. Besides...it was kinda weird, saying such a thing to someone who he might meet in the arena.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 11, 2010 17:06:25 GMT -5
She looked utterly bored with her eyes trained on a small plant at her feet. She was about to crouch down so she could examine it better but a slight movement caught her attention. Slowly she turned her head toward him slightly, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. And that’s when she saw it. That blinding contrast of bright blue against black. It was so distracting; she couldn’t help but meet his sidelong gaze with the cold steel of her own. What was that in her eyes? Was there something else besides the normal deviousness glittering there?
It didn’t matter. Because if there were, it soon disappeared when he started to speak.
Wait… What did he just say? Though she looked as calm as ever – with that wicked smirk still curling her lips – a little red flag had rose up in her mind. Panthea did think she was the top dog – the alpha of all alphas – but she never really expected to hear anything about it from anyone. At least not until she had kicked someone’s ass into submission. So when he’s remark stated that he did, in fact, like what he see, it surprised her. Even if just a little.
Though, the only thing that could have given away her mental surprise was a slight twitch at the corners of her lips – a very light faltering of her smirk. She made sure to recover it quickly though, not wanting to give him the opportunity to spot a sign of anything but pure confidence. Her smirk just widened as he continued though and a dark chuckle seeped like poison from her chest. How cute. If he kept speaking like such killer, he may just win a soft spot from her. “Of course. Just as I like to know the names of my… victims.” A dark edge took over her tone, as she seemed to whisper the last word. Slowly the smirk faded from her lips, replaced with her natural scowl. With the faded smirk and dangerous glint in her eyes, it was hard to tell if she was just joking or if she was completely serious.
This wasn’t the first time she has referred to someone as her victim.
A single eyebrow of hers arched as he turned toward her. Though she really didn’t expect any less. She was here; he should give her his full attention. It wouldn’t be wise to do otherwise. Though she made no attempt to show that he held her complete attention. She still had her body facing the plants. Though, her eyes dropped to his hand and she did reach forward to take his hand so she could shake it, her own grip firm and – of course – confident. Why would it be anything else? Once she had let go of his hand, however, her eyes jumped back to his face.
Once again, she was locked in his gaze. His blue eyes. His damn blue eyes. Those are going to pose a problem should she run into him in the Games. They were just too distracting. Too beautiful. She wanted to trust them. But she couldn’t.
Her own eyes narrowed once again, the scowl just growing all the more menacing as she had trouble shifting her gaze back to the plants. But she managed to do it, anyway. With her attention turned towards a cluster of black berries, she purred softly. “The name’s Panthea. And, don’t worry. The odds are always in my favor.” The corners of her lips twitched slightly, rising back into a small smirk. A playful edge had laced itself in with her otherwise confident tone.
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Post by Kai on Sept 11, 2010 17:52:04 GMT -5
Kai seemed nonchalant about her replies...Inside was just a mystery. I reaally....can't understand girls. They were either...bitchy...the completely nicest person...or they wanted you dead. Pretty much all the three stages of a woman, this one seemed to got to right the end. But her look in itself was addicting, just the look of a scowl from her seemed to grab his attention. It almost took him his eyes out to turn away from her again, to stop himself staring, of course.
Kai interestingly enough, would begin moving sideways a little more, to the smaller section of the plants. The remidicinal herbs. It would be good if he could realize what they done, but he'd just memorize them as he done so, sitting down in the progress, having stood up too long in itself now. He seemed to every couple of moments or so, glance in her direction, albeit for as long as he could he'd still quickly turn away. Just...that scowl, those looks that she constantly had. Addictive, almost.
Kai seemed to also, finish off with this quickly because a few seconds later he'd rise to his feet, and would turn to move to the next station. They had actually spent an hour there...most of it being silence. But before he began moving he spoke slyly
"Is it do you either have a soft spot for plants...or do you want something else?" a suggestive, and yet sly tone he spoke. But if she had a chance too huff he'd had already begun moving to the weapons once more, eyeing some of the more exotic weapons around. He mainly stood by the knifes, not exactly being any good at anything else. But he finally settled on a weapon to train with. For a better lack of term is was usually known as a whip. It was quite the fancy, too. It was a long whip alltogether...ten foot maybe? But his head turned towards the gamemakers. Offically uninterested in what they were doing.
So he made a little loop, releasing the rest and letting it unroll to the floor, he quickly glanced back to Panthea and back...before speaking once more, just about to start flailing the whip with the dummies around him.
"So...is there someone you're trying to return to? In your district, I mean?"
He kind of hoped there wasn't a boyfriend, but then again he did. He didn't...well. Kai did because then he could get over...that didn't matter anyway. But Kai quickly eyed some more Tributes entering into the gym, having finished their breakfast.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 11, 2010 18:37:25 GMT -5
Even though she was very aware of his sideways movements, she really didn’t seem to care, still pretending to be completely engrossed in a bush of berries not too far from her. She was having a little trouble deciding if the bright red skin should be a warning or not. Since they weren’t out in the open, she couldn’t rely on a bird or another animal coming by and seeing if it would eat it. So, instead, she reached forward, grabbed one of the small berries in her hand and crushed it in her fist. She turned her hand so the palm was up, examining the sticky red mess that now coated her skin. She remembered the lesson her father had given her about aquatic plant life. Surely it worked the same for every other plant as well? If there were any irritations in the next few minutes, then it wasn’t safe to eat. But if there was nothing, she could continue to the next step.
Though, she quickly grew bored watching the red juice stain her tan palm. It was literally the equivalent to watching paint dry. So, instead, she dared a glance in his direction, catching his own eyes on her. Instantly – surprisingly – her eyes jumped back to her stained hand as if she were some shy, skittish schoolgirl playing eye-flirts with the cute boy across the room; she mentally slapped herself for doing that. This was not right. This is all wrong.
Just as he had gotten up to go move to the next station, Panthea figured that the berry she had crushed in her hand was harmless. It had been a long while and, as far as she could tell, the juice had no negative effects on her skin. Now it was time for the next step. As she reached forward to pluck another berry from the bush, she replied, “I have no soft spots. Period. Though, I’d much rather sink my teeth into a nice, smoked salmon, if berries are my only option, I won’t complain. And if I’m going down, it’s going to be by a killer. Not a stupid plant.” She squeezed the berry until its juice had started to drip out into the palm of her hand. With the index finger of her other hand, she dabbed it in the gathering pool on her palm before rubbing it against her lips, staining them red as well. Again, she would have to wait a few minutes to see if there were any irritation.
She had caught his tone from the first question. Suggestive. Sly. Her eyes were trained on her berry-juice-coated palm and fingers. Raising her head, a smirk began to form on her stained lips. Before he could completely make it over to the weapons, she moved toward him. “Hey, Kai.” Was all she said in hopes of getting him to turn around and face her. If it worked, she would have reached forward in an attempt to smear the juice onto his face. Into his hair. Whatever she could reach. A playful gleam was in her eyes. It was as if she was trying to play nice.
Though her gaze didn’t stay on him too long. Lazily, she turned back around to head over to the plant station once again. She paused in front of the bush she had been plucking the berries at, glancing over at Kai as he asked his question. At first, she didn’t answer. Was there someone she was fighting for? No. At least, not anyone but herself. But she did have a father back home. Did he mean that.
With a shrug of her shoulders, she dragged her tongue over her lips to lick up the juice that had failed in irritating her thus far. “My father’s back home. But I’m not fighting for anyone but myself…” She seemed comfortable enough with the question though… something about her tone near the end suggested that she was omitting a bit of information. That being her sister who had been claimed by the games years before. Like she’d tell him that. Instead, she just asked dully, “What about you?”
She plucked yet another berry from the bush, only offering a fleeting glance towards the new tributes that have managed to wander in.
Aww… Did that mean Panthea’s fun was over? Boo-hoo. She hoped not.
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Post by Kai on Sept 12, 2010 9:13:58 GMT -5
Of course, there was to note the spectacular event that happened before he got to the weapons. Sudden to hearing his voice he'd turn, before weaving through the arms of Panthea, with more than just a mischevious glint in her eye, his weaving through her arms defensively and rexlexively, but even then she managed to coat his lips with a red berry type juice. He then backed off a step or two then his eyebrow rose, but went back down. He looked down to his own lips, and slowly licked them off in one motion, he stared back up to her then turned once more to do his thing.
Anyway,
he finished stopped daydreaming about that with the whip in his hands, asked the question and got his reply. Kai felt a lifting somewhat in his chest. That was good and bad. More bad than good. Kai would twirl once, using his own hand flexibly, would flex his wrist to give the momentum from the whip to wrap around the dummy fiercely, giving off a loud crack to show for it's effort, it was well wrapped around him, and more than likely that would have left a mark in itself.
"Not really. I'm distanced from my family. Father's an asshole in paticular, though." he replied, tone darkened from what it was before. Kai pulled back on the whip, sending the dummy hurdling towards Kai himself, before he pulled out a knife from the rack and slammed it into the dummy as it thumped against his own body, a clean stab into the lung, handle deep. Kai carefully unwrapped the whip and let the dummy crumple to the ground.
"Heh..." Kai mumbled, before going to pick a different whip. This one was too light to his liking, though in the hunger games, you'd have to make do. But well, he'd be picky while he had the time.
"What is it...you do back at home, then, yourself specifically?"
It was pretty hard, considering trying to talk about anything other than the hunger games was a task in itself. But he asked this while trying to pick another whip, trying to keep his eyes occupied, of course.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 12, 2010 10:53:13 GMT -5
She couldn’t help the light giggle that rang out after she had successfully smeared his lips with the red juice. She eyed him for a moment longer, steel gaze lingering on the red lips, before she retreated to her plant station to continue through the process of testing the berries. Though, all she did was nibble a bit of the berry. She didn’t want to eat too much just in case it was harmful. Though, now she had to wait an hour or so. If nothing happened, then she had discovered a safe source of food. If she started to feel sick, she could always use it to her advantage.
Oh, look who’s already thinking like she was in the games.
Shaking her head lightly, she made her way to the weapons as well, hardly flinching when the whip snapped. Though, she made sure to keep her distance from Kai. Wouldn’t want an accident to occur if she were in the way. The way he was flinging the whip around... it was as if he was skilled there, too. He certainly was little surprise in a box, wasn't he? What else could he do; Panthea was quite the curious girl sometimes.
With her eyes trained on the medieval assortment of metal weapons, she replied to his next question, “You have an asshole of a dad and I have a bitch of a mother. Maybe they should meet. As for what I do? Mm… Not much really. Aside from kick ass, all I really do is help my father repair nets and hooks. Sometimes I’ll go fishing with him. You?”
She ran her hand over the handle to mace. The ball at the end of the chain sported several spikes that looked as if they had faced many days of bludgeoning dummies and the like. As painful and destructive as it looked, it just didn’t seem to please the girl so she continued on down the line at a languid stride. She only paused when a glint of silver caught her eyes. Stopping, she slowly tilted her head to take in the assortment of beautiful knives. She forced the smirk to fade from her lips and, instead, brought forth her natural scowl. Even though she knew he excelled in the trench knives, she didn’t want him to know about her skills.
Slowly, she picked up large knife that looked as if it could be used to gut pigs or something. With a sick sort of fascination, she lazily ran her thumb along the serrated edge of the blade, tracing the curve of the slight hook at the tip. She hardly even noticed when a thin trail of crimson jewels started to bead on her thumb. Looks like the knife was sharper than she anticipated. Not that she minded.
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Post by Kai on Sept 13, 2010 11:36:33 GMT -5
Kai attempted to make himself look as weak as possible with the whip, but he could never seem to perfect his attempts to make himself look imperfect, he seemed to straighten himself out unconsciously, because he seemed to do it perfect every time he tried to do a slicing motion with the whip or the like.
Kai would reply back nonchalantly, stoicly.
"Yo...maybe. I uh..-" he suddenly stopped before he could continue, even he knew better than to give out his main ability. His ability to track. Back home his job would to be to track down the animals, kill the ones they needed and moved the others to breed with the same species around the large wilderness they'd created. Kai was one of the best, to tracking them. "I gather livestock, and help my parents breed the livestock we have in our wilderness." although not a complete lie, it was a hollow, yet truthful lie. He did help gather the livestock in a sense, so although he was lying, he was also telling the truth.
Kai would put down the whip, his muscles had taken enough damage for the day...and it wasn't even lunch time yet. Of course...he hadn't had breakfast, he woke up, showered and went straight down to the gymnasium...and right now his stomach was agreeing with him to go and get something to eat. Kai would approach behind Panthea, and placing the whip down where it was meant to be. Kai then also turned away to begin moving behind her once more, stopping a foot or so away from her, turned away.
"Do you want to go get something to eat? I'm kind of starving...if not, I might see you later...or in the hunger games." Kai spoke in a modest conversational tone, he had attempted to play nice and was now heading towards the elevator.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 13, 2010 19:19:59 GMT -5
Her eyes flickered over to him at his pause. Obviously he was omitting a bit of information. He didn’t want Panthea to know what he had done in his district, which meant that he had another trick up his sleeve, which made him a bit more interesting than he already was. Though, she did just realize that she had carelessly revealed a skill of hers. She still didn’t care. She had absolutely no worries.
Her deadly smirk was wiring itself to her lips as she continued. So he dealt with animals? Ah, now she remembered. He was from District Five, she believed… So close to hers yet so very far… What a shame.
“I see… Sounds rather boring, to be honest. You don’t do anything else? Too bad. And here I thought you were interesting… Tch.” Despite what she said, there was a thoughtful tone to her voice. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was hiding. Which meant that he had just turned into a puzzle to her. A game. She wouldn’t stop until the picture was clear. Though, it didn’t appear as if he’d be telling her anything anytime soon. She’d have to find a way to weasel it out of him. What joy he was turning out to be.
Her eyes returned to the glinting silver beauty she held, still unsure of what to do with it. Her blood had already stained the blade and it was so magnificent, she didn’t want to put it down. But she knew she couldn’t keep it. The thought of putting it up brought a slight pout to her lips. She had never had trouble with getting what she wanted before. Hopefully there would be another one of these in the Games. Or at least a close relative. She had a feeling she’d enjoy ripping into something with a serrated edge.
Though her smirk soon returned as she heard him approaching behind her. Her head tilted a fraction to the side so she could watch him from the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t help but let her gaze follow him as he walked off once more, humming softly at his offer. She had already eaten but that didn’t mean she couldn’t just accompany him. Though… She had to admit that spending too much time with another tribute wasn’t exactly the brightest idea. If she were to establish some sort of… connection with him – which she highly doubted would happen – it may make it hard for her to take his life if she were to run into him. And thought Panthea enjoyed a challenge… She didn’t like it when they affected her negatively. Who would?
But his offer was tempting… Didn’t he risk the same gamble as her? Silently, she set the knife down and moved to follow him. Let the game of Russian Roulette begin…
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Post by Kai on Sept 16, 2010 11:36:11 GMT -5
[Extremely sorry for the lateness. My muse kinda died.] Kai grinned from her motions, it was to say yes, he hoped anyway. Wait...he hoped? Not a good sign. But then again, Kai had just initiated the game of russian roulette, as the game was named. It provided as a release for a lot of people. You either die- or earn a hell a lot of money. People bet their lives on this game. You play 1v1. You win? You win everything from them. You lose? You already know the awnser.
But the message was clear. Kai had taken his shot- empty. It was now her turn. Kai would then push the button from the elevator (promptly having walked), and stood inside it. The silvery linings of the whole thing- it looked like silver anyway. Painted or not? that didn't matter too much. But when the doors closed, he became informal once more, and leaned against the corner of the elevator.
"I hate this goddamned elevator..." Kai grumbled as he leaned against it. The ride was short however, but that wasn't to say he enjoyed it, even with the company of the female. But they finally arrived to his room. And so Kai entered, removing his essentials (like the band wrapped around his arm). Kai would hop move over to that...screen-thingy-that-you-touched-and-food-appeared-from thing, and then turned to face Panthea.
"Comfy room, right?" he spoke, turning around to then suddenly push a couple of buttons, and his food was already on the way. Kai then hopped onto the velvet, purple dyed at the top, with large orange diamond like patterns on it (from the golden like stripes going diagonally across it). Daaaaaaymn, it was comfy nonetheless. Kai propped up his legs and sat them cross legged.
"If there's one thing I...have a inclination towards the rice here, the way it's made is so...Nice." the simple words were usually the most effective ones to portray his...'inclination' to food. Of course, living in districts where it was hard to come by, that happened to you when facing for capitol food. Made you think- How many people had honestly tried to immigrate here to say the less?
Once again, he blew the hair away from his face, revealing it once more, propped wide open to watch Panthea; a more...reasonable and logical way to do it I suppose, there wouldn't be exactly many repercussions this time...with "peer" pressure and all. If you had another tribute staring at you in front of other tributes...heck, a fight or grudge would probably start.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 17, 2010 19:32:33 GMT -5
Russian Roulette was quite the risky game. Especially here. Six barrels and only one bullet. Would she be the first to find the shiny piece of silver buried deep in her skull? Of course not. Luck was always on her side. With a wicked smirk, she pulled the trigger, following him into the elevator. Oh, how she loved the ride. However, she had to suppress the small giggle that tried to wiggle its way up as they shot up to his floor – like a bullet out of a gun. Hopefully the smirk on her lips could be explained by the threatening gleam in her eyes as she glanced at him; hopefully he’d just assume she was up to no good. “Get over it. You have other things to worry about besides this elevator,” was the harsh remark that left her lips at his comment about the elevator. Honestly, she couldn’t care less what he liked and what he didn’t – at least if it didn’t involve her.
Oh, how she loved to worm her way in to someone’s mind. Raise up a false sense of security, an unreliable trust, and then break it down like so many have done to her. It was simply delicious to watch the emotions flash across someone’s face. Betrayal. Hurt. Anger. Woe. Anguish. She could drink it all up for hours. To know she had gained enough power to control them like that…
That was what she was planning to do to him. She’d show him how to play the game. First rule: trust no one. The only person you can trust is yourself. No one else will save your life in turn for his or hers. Sorry.
Quickly a scowl replaced her smirk as she began to plot about how she was going to play her game. Something stirred inside her and she couldn’t quite place it. She had never felt her chest tighten at the thought of breaking someone down like this. Was she excited? Or… was it something else?
She pushed her thoughts and that feeling to the back of her mind as she followed him out of the elevator and in to his room. Lowering her eyelids she focused her attention on her nails as she began to play the bored act once again. She only glanced up to look at him as he started to speak. Comfortable room? She turned her head to take it all in. It was okay, she guessed. She’d much rather be in her room. Her actual room at home.
“I guess so.” She shrugged, slowly stepping over to the bed where he sat. She stood to the side of it, stroking one hand along to top of the blanket, enjoying the soft texture for the moment. Still, she stood, crossing one leg over the other and her arms folded under her chest, her head bowed so her steel gaze remained on her shoes.
She only looked up as he spoke again. Something about the rice. She was about to reply but his wide gaze caught hers and she found herself speaking nothing but silence, her voice lost. Those goddamn eyes.
Slowly, she narrowed her own, forcing a Cheshire smirk to curl her lips in that special wicked way she loved. “The rice is something to love, I suppose. However, I seem to enjoy their fruit selection here more. Mm…” She hummed lightly as she began to sway slowly. She couldn’t really seem to stand still.
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Post by Kai on Sept 23, 2010 10:56:07 GMT -5
Kai seemed to lighten up with the mood, but he was trying to soldier through with conversation, there wasn't all that much you could talk about like this, but you know, Kai still had some things up his sleeve.
Kai would fashionably wait for these things to arrive, humbled by a distraught moment of silence, the waiting of the food to come and a new set of words to be spoken. But when it appeared, hot and steamy, Kai retreated from his crosslegged position to stand, up full height, but for once he was as close to her as he would probably get, maybe a couple of inches distance, but he slid past her in one motion to grab a plate first.
"Why don't you sit?" the use of a gesture, and a soft tone to it, but he did so and grabbed his food, whispering into the computer once more, grabbing two drinks to sit not only a few meters away from her, picking up an esquisite pair of chopsticks in the process. He hadn't used them before he had gotten to the capitol, but it was known they were used for eating things like rice. It just simply intrigued him. But before he finally sat down, he handed one of the drinks to her. Of course, Kai had been drilled with common courtesy since a young age, it was just the right thing to contain in order to win. Maybe butter up...(sexual innuendo not intended) the contestants, then deal with them later.
It was probably in the best interests of both of them if they started a real conversation soon. So Kai done just that, he took a sip of his drink and spoke;
"So..what's it like in your district. I mean, honestly how is it really?"
His voice seemed to darken at the time of arrival, but by the time he had finished he had gotten to his "usual" tone. But Kai seemed to want to pay more attention to her and not his food. He turned for a moment, wishing he could hit his head against something.
Man...You're not making this any easier on yourself...are you? Stupid body.
Kai would continuously begin eating, but listening to her all the while. But with a simple pop, a bushel of an assorts of fruits appeared, and he released a grin but continued to listen. Ah well, it was nice to make someone feel content about themselves, or just content in general.
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