ghosts in the machine [svet x dyno]

[ryan]

﹙   s v e t l a n a   f o r r e r s t e r   ﹚

the tension seemed to be building up in the training center. it had only been a couple days and everyone had already started to try to claim their own territory. svet hadnt batted an eyelash at this. nothing new, people in seven had acted like this all the time. the only difference was, they were going to be fighting for their own lives here.

there was nothing that was keeping svet from taking what was rightfully hers.

she had listened to one of the trainers go on about how the tributes needed to do everything that the training center had to offer, however, what had interested svet more was the fact that they were not trying to let the tributes duke it out on the mats. hand to hand was important, svet knew that. especially in the bloodbath. a good jab to the nose or kick to a weak bone was going to be the difference between surviving the most chaotic moment in the games, or dying at the hands of a career or even someone that just wanted to live more than she did.

jokes on them though.

svet had stepped onto one of the sparring mats, her feet could feel just how springy it was under her feet. she had begun to stretch like the trainer had instructed her too. when she had thought that another trainer was going to step into the ring with her, she heard a commotion across the huge room. they told her to hang tight while they went to check it out. svetlana sighed as she waited, her jaw clenched for a moment as she relaxed her shoulders. she looked up again to realize that someone had been standing at the other side of the mat.

a quick glance showed svet it was the boy from one, and a small smile had appeared on her face. a career. interesting. she went back to limbering up for a moment. "yknow, i dont know if they are going to approve of such a thing?" svet spoke. "i wont tell if you wont?" she looked around to make sure the coast was still clear. she raised her hands and waited for the calamity to begin.

[Tom]

Svetlana Forrester. A name Dyno Moreno had been intrigued by. Legacy tributes were either threats to the crown or pests to be crushed. Popularity rises with names, especially in non-career districts where it was less common, but gave the district more faith in the tributes they had. A laughable thought, but he couldn't blame a weaker group of people counting on names alone to guide them forward. As for training, he'd seen many begin to take up stock of where they belonged. Tracking tributes who've stayed in specific areas for too long, he's marking things down into his journal. Better to keep an eye on the ones who don't stand out, they're the ones who hold all the secrets to be hidden.

Refraining from showing off too much, he stays at the edges for the day.

Perfection isn't easily made. Laughable instances of training happen around him, but he doesn't mind. A goal was already in mind. A goal to find out who the real threats are, whether it costs him revealing too much or not, he'd find out. As for now, Svetlana Forrester was the target of the moment. Carefully, sticking nearby, he waits and watches for the right moment to strike. Not close enough to be noticeable to most, but close enough to watch and wait. The hand to hand was not where he'd expected her to end up, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the interest he had in seeing where things would go. Eyes creeping upward as he looks to the trainers who've seen better days. Svetlana should be able to crush the guy with ease if she's at least capable.

Svetlana Forrester: Hand to Hand expert? Confident enough to step onto the mat.

Scrawling the words onto paper, he shuffles a bit to wait and see what happens, except the trainer leaves. A sigh from his lips is all he gives as he shoves the small journal into his back pocket, cracking his neck slightly and stretching for a second before he quickly bandages his fists up. Limbering up onto the mat, he bites down the words he wants to say, instead he waits with relaxed shoulders and a blank face. With bright eyes, he takes a once over just to contemplate her strengths and weaknesses. Watching her growing more tense, preparing for a spar, he smiles as he hears her voice. "y'know,I don't know if they are going to approve of such a thing?" A smile bleeds onto his lips as he holds his hands up carefully. "I wont tell if you wont?"

No reason for him to go all out, so he's going to wait. Eyes soaking in information about her stance as he waits for a moment. His voice comes through confident and lacking of care as he speaks. "It's not like they're here." Raising an eyebrow in amusement, he holds his hands up, keeps his feet shoulder length apart and grins. "Secret's safe with me, Forrester." His eyes stay focused as he steps forward just a step and purposefully swings too far to the left. Trying to feign a reaction of failure, he lets himself miss trying to get her to go first in this match. Whiffing the first punch isn't going to cause a stir, but he definitely was throwing some intrigue into a match like this. Carefully, he speaks up once more with a lack of emotion, hoping to seem not as critical.

"Oh, looks like I missed. C'mon Forrester, show me what you've got."