Isolation or Allies (Thistle x Keanu)

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I stand in the middle of the sword fighting station, my heavy breathing audible and the sword I was holding shaking ever so slightly.

I was sweating, I was tired, I just wanted to quite right now but I couldn't. My eyes were locked on the teacher of the station, with as much focus as I had whenever I saw something I wanted, something that could be stolen, Something I could take.

A drop of sweat escapes from my hairline, running down my forehead and bringing with it an uncomfortable and short line of coolness wherever it goes. I don't care, I can't let it throw me off. The station teacher suddenly releases a light blow at me, and I spring into action.

My form is horrid, my steps awkward and i'm pretty sure i'm holding the sword wrong. And yet, it's working. As the man swings towards me I fumble to block it, barely doing so before I swing hard, releasing blow after powerful blow until finally the hilt of my sword jams into the helmet of the station teacher, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Alright, thats enough. Go to another station." The frustration is clear in his voice. What, was he mad at being beaten by some low district scum like me? By a thief? A liar? Honestly, i'm quite surprised myself. Sure, my form isn't all that good (horrid, actually) but I did have my strength, and I had found that I was quick on my toes. Always run on the balls of your feet, get your knees really high when you run and drive your arms. All things I had learned from running away from a crowd of people, something stolen in my hand. Blend in. Don't be noticed by anyone or anything. All these things were necessary back home for me, for thievery and for survival.

Survival.

Thats what I needed, survival skills. Looking around, I get to take a good look at all the other competition. All the other people that wanted to kill me, and all potential allies, if I played my cards right. I couldn't do this alone. I'd need help. Sighing slightly, I make my way to the First Aid station, detailing ways to heal yourself if you ever needed it during a fight.

Oh, was I going to need it.

Tags: Minie, Keanu, Pogue, Thistle | Words: 385

[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

K A E N U F R O S T I hold the bow in my hand, and it just doesn't feel right. I think I might be doing something wrong, who knows. I try and try to fix it, my hand is wrapped around the grip in the center, with the other I pinch the end of the arrow and pull it back. My elbow is at the same height of my ribs. I release it,but it doesn't fly very far, i'm obviously no good at this. In frustration I drop the bow and turn once in a circle. Spider is probably laughing at me, telling me I can't do it...knowing I can't do it. She knew since forever that I will never make it far in life, but none of that matters to me, because soon I will have no life soon. I bend down and pick up the bow again and try once more, with not much better results, I was hopeless, but I needed to get as far as possible so that spider and river, and mom can see that I tried, that I can achieve somethings. That I could have made it far in life, if I still had the chance. Pick up the bow again and shoot it once more, before I was going to release it, a trainer came up to me. "you have to lift your elbow up so it is the same height as your shoulder." With that advice I shoot once again, though this time I hit the target, not a bulls eye, actually it was more like the edge of the target. I hit it by an inch. Satisfy I smiled and put the bow down for a while and looked around. I saw a guy waving a sword around. When he stopped I decided that maybe, just maybe I will need some help in the arena, my whole family would disaprove of this, but I needed to get as far as I could. I tapped the guy on the shoulder " Hi I'm Keanu Frost, and let me just get to the point.., I need an ally" template by chelsey

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I stand at the trapping station, large fingers fumbling over the steps and trying to keep up with what the instructor was saying. Apparently, increased strength and a good hand with first aid left me open to completely sucking at even basic traps.

I stop for a second, throwing down the trap in frustration and turning away from the station for a moment, rubbing my forehead and wiping sweat off of my brow. I look around at all the stations, all the tributes in this room. Some were amazing at things, the careers mostly. Others were lacking, struggling like I was at the stations. "Oh, no." That sudden realization was coming again, I could feel it. Always there, silent and waiting until it could come forward, through all my other thoughts and emotions and feelings and everything.

I would have to kill these people in just a few days.

I would be sent into some terrifying arena where everything could kill me and yet, I was expected to kill these people, with anything I could get my hands on. Sword, axe, anything. And these kids were expected to do exactly what I was. I could imagine my head caved in, a look of eternal fear painted on it's face. I could imagine my body laying in the middle of the cornucopia, stepped on and beaten as these tributes, these children scrambled to do exactly what I had been trying to do, to survive. My blood would surround me, drowning me. My father had gone like that, in a pool of his own blood because he'd tried to save us when we were about to have something stolen from us, by some robber who instead stole my father away.

Maybe I was jus trying to be the hero like my father, to prevent myself from being stolen. Maybe i'd just end up like him, drained of life and any amount of that confidence that i'd had at the reaping.

Or maybe, i'd live.

Nervously I turn back around, my hands shaking slightly and my mind empty, my body moving and trying to get the trap to work but no thoughts running through my head. I almost don't feel the light tap on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly and turn around.

"Hi I'm Keanu Frost, and let me just get to the point.., I need an ally"

My first reaction is to shake my head and turn around, going back to my trap. In fact, I do just that, just without the shaking of my head. I can feel him standing there, behind me and waiting for a reply. What district was he from? Keanu Frost... he had heard the name here and there, but he had no clue of what district he was from.

What the hell was I doing? Ignoring a chance at an actual alliance with someone because of the way he'd approached me? It was blasphemy, stupidity. My hands suddenly stop moving, the pretty sharp trap being held down by my thumb as I look behind me. He was still there. Waiting for a response.

"Thistle Cardo... And about the alliance... Well, what can you do?" I say it as if i'm the perfect tribute, capable of doing everything and yet, I couldn't even make a simple trap.

Tags: Minie, Keanu, Pogue, Thistle | Words: 557

[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

K A E N U F R O S T I waited for him to say something, anything I needed an answer even a no is better than nothing, at least that means he would speak to me, at least the means I'm not invisible, and maybe if I could befriend him, I could befriend the others as well, I could have a chance to win, a chance to come home. To come home to River, poor little River, to Herz and most of all miss Ivy Frost, the princess of manipulating. I hated it, I hate how she gets everything she wants, but I miss her, she is my sister. The guys does what I don't want him to do, he turns around I was about to leave him alone and try my luck with someone else, but something makes me stay, stay behind him and not let get away he could be useful, I need someone useful. I am not going to survive alone with just being able to shoot an arrow with not the best accuracy and building traps. Sure I will be deadly and I could catch animals to eat, but if I get hurt then I wouldn't be able to help myself I would be an open target. I would be able to be killed and easily. He turned around, in my head I started jumping up and down with excitement in reality, I just let a smile. a smile that could have come from Spider's mouth when she knew she had won. I'm not sure if he knew me, I didn't know his name but I think he was the district 10 tribute. I was about to ask for his name when he introduced himself and Thistle. "What can you do" The question stayed in my head, I could do lot's of things, I was about to answer that I am great with glitter and know most types of alcoholic drinks, but realized he meant what could I do to survive. "I can shoot a bow and arrow...I can make traps" It didn't sound so convincing but it had to work, I needed someone I could trust, someone that I could count on, to help me if I needed it. I was going to possibly have someone that I could count on. I know I was, after all I am a frost. "So what can you do?" My face curled into a smile... ...Mom, Dad, the rest... ...This is for you.... template by chelsey

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T H I S T L E C A R D O
SEVENTEEN || DISTRICT 10"

My quick turn towards the man allows me to get my first good and hard look of his face and features.

Glitter.

His face is covered in it, the small things reflecting the light and making him look like someone straight from the Capitol. For a moment I think they're toying with me, sending a spy in or something to sabotage me. And then reality hits. Why the hell would they ever do that? They don't care about me, or anybody for that matter. The boy slightly shorter than me, dark hair and an overall asian appearance. Apparently, the glitter was just the beginning, because each ear is pierced to the maximum, causing me to wince slightly. You hardly saw someone with piercings like that in District 10, a rarity among the people. But here? At the Capitol? They were a common sight. Piercings, along with their dyed faces and eccentric outfits. Such a weird place.

And then I get a good look at his eyes.

They remind me of this stray cat I saw once, infested with rabies and wandering the streets, a trail of foam being left behind wherever it walked. People diverted away from it, it was like it was a human repellant. But for some reason, my legs didn't allow me to move... I just... stood. I stood and watched it come down the sidewalk towards me, and in the final moments before I was pulled away by some man our eyes met, the crazy and doomed creature meeting with a lonely and childish thief. The cat stalked past, and I never saw it again after that point.

A small part of me wants to believe that this man is that cat. Just... A little different. In a human form and with a lot more piercings than somebody would normally have. However, he stands with confidence even when I am staring at him with the oddest of looks, my eyes traveling up and down his face as I stare.

"I can shoot a bow and arrow...I can make traps"

His voice interrupts my staring session and flashback, and i'm immediately brought back to the present. Bow and arrow, good for range and something I didn't have. And trap making, another thing I didn't have. It could work, but skills aren't the only thing that draw me to him, it's his confidence, the fact that he doesn't care what anyone thinks of himself. I only hope it can be brought into the games with him. I open my mouth to say yes to his offer, but instead he speaks.

"So what can you do?"

Oh god, what can I do? Suck at sword fighting? Yeah, that was something. But I can't say that, I wouldn't dare risk a potential alliance. "I... Can fight with a sword, in my own sort of way. Also, fire making and first aid. I'm good at those." I say, confidence in my voice.

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

K A E N U F R O S T He can sword fight, he can be use, he fights close up, when I prefer to be as far away from my enemy as possible. I don't want to have to look them in the eye, when I kill them. I would fall to pieces and start crying on the floor like a little baby. They would think that I am weak, that I am nothing more than a little kid, but I'm not little, I'm 18 years old and I am going to show them, that these games are going to be my games. I am going to win, I will fight, then I will go home and slap my dad in the face, right in front of all those people. I have nothing to loose, all I can do is gain. I need this guy,he is going to end up dead, because I need to win, but for the time being I need someone to rely and trust on. I'm not so sure how much he likes me. With my piercing and glitter, I look like a capital citizen, most people believe I belong here. I don't want to belong here, they are nasty and bloodthirsty these people. I don't want to live like that, even if I win, I just want to slap my family in the face and move out, never to see them again, but I don't care. "So do we have an aliiance?" OOC: sorry this post sucks but I had no muse like what so ever template by chelsey

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T H I S T L E C A R D O
SEVENTEEN || DISTRICT 10"

"So do we have an alliance?"

In most cases where i'd been asked a question, the first thing i'd think to do was run through my options, debating carefully on my choice and how it would affect me in the future.

In this case, I had two options.

Accept, and possibly survive the bloodbath. Refuse, and most likely end up with my skull bashed in, my body mangled and in a pool of it's own blood, in the middle of the cornucopia. Though, even though the former option seemed like the obvious choice, I still had some sort of doubt in me, manifesting in my head. There was a small part of me that wanted to do this alone, make it out of the arena all by myself.

Of course, reality has it's own ways of making you realize how stupid the things you wanted were.

"I think... We have an alliance." I reply, leaning back against the table I was next to and folding my arms. I'm unable to hide the fact that the edges of my lips had curled up into ab incredibly small smile.

"Nice to meet you, glitter-boy."

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

K A E N U F R O S T I found an ally, I wasn't hopeless, I was able to do it. Take that Spider I am not hopeless and I will make it out of the bloodbath alive. I ,may not come home to punch dad in the face, but not dying in the bloodbath is like punching spider in her tiny little nose. Just thinking of the thought made me smile. Nobody ever stood up to Spider, but this was a good enough for me. I hated my twin, I hated my family, and they all hated me back. I wasn't one of her play toys and I never will be. Being referred to as glitter boy was sort of shocking. No body ever really noticed that I wear glitter, or maybe they did and just ignored it like they do with the rest of my existence. I never cared what people thought about me, just what I thought about myself, and truth be told I loved myself. I didn't care what other people say. "Nobody ever called me glitter boy before" I said in an odd voice. template by chelsey