lighter than air [svet/dory]

[ryan]

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she had finally gotten around to the stations that she had been avoiding. to be quite honest, svet almost had no intention of tackling stations that she did not care for. she knew that she was not a gentle person. the way she carried herself was more than proof of that. she could probably stand to learn how to be a bit more gentle, but being gentle did not get you far when it came to hunting. stealth had been something that she could focus on, because she already had enough experience with that, but light step?

what even was that?

svet shook her head as she stood outside of the station, looking onward as she watched other tributes give their hand at it. the goal was, dont trigger any traps that had been set by the trainers. svet had figured that was easy enough, except watching tributes fail made that very obvious that it was not an easy task. svet knew that the people setting up the traps were professionals on top of it. she knew the odds were against them.

just like it would be in the games.

she still watched as one of the girls from eight had made it through the entire course without tripping any of the traps. svet was curious, judging from her stature, she did seem like she was light enough. when the trainer told her to run the course again, svet had watched the course change in front of her eyes. yet again, the girl had done it again, moved across the floor with little interruption. svet made eyes at the trainers to see that even they were impressed.

she was going to be the one to watch.

svet had waited for the girl to step out of the station floor. "impressive." svet had to give credit where it was due after all. svet was not a pro at anything here, but she did have confidence in her own skills. she just wasnt too sure about others. "id love to see you do that again." svet had smirked as she thought watching that display again would give her something to go off of.

"or maybe even show me?" svet had walked on the floor, hoping eight would follow.

[gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch]

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Creaking floorboards and misplaced shoes, they are the usual traps that I have to avoid to navigate out of the home unnoticed. It is something I have mastered in such a short time, not easy when my parent’s bedroom is the first one at the top of the stairs and my dad insists on leaving his door open during the night. His obnoxious snoring has always been a reassuring signal though his sleep apnoea likes to tickle my anxiety. The sudden stopping of the grumbling kettle boiling sounding nostrils, are a perfect alarm to quickly creep back to bed.

So, I have got to thank my dad for helping me perfect one of the mediocre stations in the training centre but at least I am good at something. Though is presenting my only talent now a little risky? The gamemakers may purposely force me onto routes without traps, making me face the dangers I have not perfected...

The impressed trainer tries their hardest to set up a course to catch me out but there seems to be a pattern that they are laying out for me. Slightly obscured dirt on the ground where a freshly dug hole has been carelessly hidden. A hair thin wire wrapped tied between two columns, occasionally seen by the obscured light. An impressively hidden net on a cobbled simulation path nearly catches me out though but it does not quite camouflage against the stone...Really, I have no idea why I am so good at this, I face the same obstacles every night at home. Surely the Capitol is a little more creative?

Eyes are on me as I finish the latest simulation, one of the tributes from the neighbouring District Seven, she looks intrigued or maybe she is just being a sneaky bitch. There are no stations on judging characters here. ”You should have come and watched earlier, I have already passed it at least eight times now...” I reply to her, quite exhausted by the hour long simulation with the frustrated trainer. ”There is a trainer right there, they can show you.”

Okay so making allies is one of the very few pieces of advice that the District Eight Entourage has given Theo and I. Such great advice that we have both decided to pair but would anymore spoil the partnership we have already? There is making allies and holding hands with someone that is out to kill me. ”I will just watch from here, like you did. The trainer can give you better feedback...”

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