D2 Averill vs D12 Williams [89th Spar]

[ryan]

d a n n y .

"you are weak
but not foolish
you have learned
how to die."

Danny couldnt help but feel some sort of wonder when he walked into the private screening for the spar matches that he had created himself. He was pretty gleeful when he realized that most of the tributes wanted to participate. He already knew that he was making a mark on the capitol this games. He made it his mission to revitalize and create something new so his games would stand out from the others. He did hide behind a reinforced glass that was blacked out on the other side so tributes could not see that they had an audience. The people that got a chance to see this first hand were few, but Danny knew that this would be another good way for people to see what the tributes had to offer. Of course, Sponsorship was more important than ever.

He takes a small sip of his drink as he watched the boy from 2, Iden Averill walk in. A typical career if he had ever seen one. His blond hair had confused Danny, part of him wondering if he had somehow died it before he had even gotten the chance to be reaped. The girl from 12 Sinead Williams walked in not too long after, her hair pulled back, and the look of misfortune just riddled on her face. Danny knew that the seam had not been best place for anyone, and to be quite clear, Danny could only assume that was where the girl from 12 was from. He didnt know anything else about the district besides the important stuff.

The trainer told them where to stand, an x marked the spot. He explained the parameters to the tributes. That they would go hand to hand until one of them is incapacitated. (OOC: 15 Damage) "And remember, you never know who might be watching. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Danny listened to the trainer and then focused on the fight forward. He was excited to see what was to come.

elegant

Tom & bailee

[bailee]

She thought that maybe signing up to spar would help redeem herself from the tripping over your feet while wearing high heels for the first time mishap, but instead she stood face to face with that big, scary guy from 2 and she felt her whole world dissolve around her again. 

"I 'pose we gotta fight now," she said to Iden, looking up at his tall frame as she took position. The comparison between the two tributes was evident - Iden had chiseled muscles from every day he spent in training, a confidence (and if he wasn't - he had Sinead fooled) that was unmatched to Sinead. He was one of the many volunteers this game - which scared her even more.

Oh well, she figured, it's good practice for the real thing.

roll for initiative

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[Tom]

Spars were always a perfect way to get a feel for where tributes were at. Signing up for it was apart of his plan to prove his own point about careers being the best, but he's disappointed when he notices the person he's been paired against. The female from Twelve definitely wasn't noteworthy to him. A career would have been better, but he let's himself take a sigh before he stretches his muscles out. Cracking his knuckles as he can hear her across the way. "I 'pose we gotta fight now,"

A smile on his lips as he doesn't even respond. His eyes read her for a moment, taking in her form before knowing she's not much of a fighter in comparison to him. This spar would be a little too easy for him if this was how it would start. Her hair was at least tied up and she seemed at least ready to try sparring. Iden wouldn't go easy on her. He made that mistake once with Lilah already, he didn't need to make it again. "Good luck, you're going to need it."

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[Tom]

In the arena, he'd have to swing for his life. No one else would be standing down to him. Some may cower in fear, but most of the tributes knew it was life or death. Iden wasn't going to let anyone get an upper hand on him. Not even a poor girl from District Twelve who hadn't even come across as a threat to him in any sort of way. Staring forward, he moves gently with a careful step before letting himself smirk.

Days spent swinging punches as Pascal in order to prove a point. Training his body for blood and blood alone. Pushing his limits to save the heir to a legacy of an awful man. Isn't this what his father always wanted? To prove he's the bastard son who lived with the blood of the impure in his veins. Show that his own bastard son was nothing more than a primitive man who would rather use his fists than words. There was no expectations in the games. None except to live the way he wanted to and he wanted the crown. A girl from Twelve meant nothing to him, so he throws out some words as he swings hard, unafraid.

"I think the gamemakers want you dead already, Twelve."

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(Bruised Left Thigh 2.5)

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