The 79th Hunger Games (( New & Open! ))

[snow i]

oh my goodness. So sorry!!!! It's almost finals week and I just started rereading Harry Potter so I haven't been getting on the computer in a while!!! I totally left Finnick hanging! so I assume they had the chariots already, are there any reposts from all that and can I have a recap from the chariots onward? So sorry Rush!)

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((We're in the training hall. Speaking of not being on, my own finals are next week so I won't be online all this week. I might get one post or so, but Rush please don't kick me out of this or Maze Runner. I promise it will just be this week. ))

[snow i]

k thanks!)
And sorry rush for leaving Finnick hanging! )

Acanthus looked around the training hall. Weapons. The only thing she'd ever killed before were fish, and a few other things, but she was forced to think about what she might have to do in the arena. She spotted a rack of spears and javelins in one corner, alongside a new training simulator. She'd never seen one of those and wasn't quite sure how it worked so she decided to use the normal training dummies instead. She walked over and picked up a few javelins. She had never actually used anything other than a spear before but the shorter more streamlined weapons seemed more practical in the games. She looked at the design carefully. It appeared to be a relatively simple design that she could probably fashion herself in the arena if she didn't manage to get her hands on the real thing. She tossed one in the air, testing it's balance, then threw it at the target on the dummy. It hit about 3 inches from center. If it had been a real moving person, it would have hit their shoulder or ribs. A miss, and she would be vulnerable and weaponless. She tried again,getting more of a feel for the smaller lighter weapon. One, miss, two, hit. She got the dummy dead center 2 more times before moving on to the spears which she bulls-eyed every time. Throwing at fish had really payed off.
(Sorry for the weird post. I'm in a bit of a weird mood right now!)

[•erin•]

Mason got board and decided to walk around. He was at least looking for two more allies. He saw the bow and arrow station and decided to try his luck at it. To his surprise he hit the dummy in the head. Bulls eye! Mason thought. He had been training ever since his parents died, he took that as an opportunity to learn how to use weapons. A lot of good that's done me. Mason thought with a smile.

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[Nathan]
The young blond hadnt entirely left the arena. He was outside but growing bored so he wandered back inside. He went directly to the bow station, of course. He picked up a light-weight bow that stood at about his hips. That was a perfect size for him. He loved how the weapon did not require strength, mostly just determining where the arrow should go and how much inertia was needed to make it on point. He strung a bow and released with a soft sigh. The arrow hit the very corner told the target, almost off the entire thing. He pulled out another one and strung. Miss. He shot ten bows before the arrow hit the yellow ring around the red. Now his sigh transformed to a loud grunt, mostly in frustration. Perhaps it was just a lucky shot. But as he thought that and shot the arrow it landed dead center on the target.

[•erin•]

"Nice shot!" Mason said watching the kid who was with him. "What's your name?" Mason asked curiosly. He had never seen someone shoot many times and not hit anywhere near the red and then all of a sudden hit the bulls eye. Mason wondered if this kid had ever shot a bow before.

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[Nathan]
The boy spun around. "Oh, hello. I'm Nathan." He stuck his hand out in a friendly manner. He was slightly flushed that the boy had obviously seen him struggle many of times.

[•erin•]

Mason shook his hand. "The names Mason. How about you?" Mason asked smiling. Mason always tried to stay positive. He was very very impressed with this kid.

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[Nathan]
He smiled. "You're a great shot. It took me about 50 shots to hit the target. I call it meh lucky shot." He laughed.

[•erin•]

"That's only cuz I practiced a lot. I can't stand being helpless." Mason said with an almost smirk.