The Pull Up Challenge [Open]

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PORTIA MAYBACH

It feels like there is not much competition going on in the Training Centre for Portia. Everyone is so focused on impressing sponsors and being rewarded with the very best training score. Both competitions – sure but again, the old-fashioned boring ways of The Hunger Games! She has heard that there have been sparring tournaments in the training centre before and other such exciting events but this year, nothing. There’s only so many times she can throw a knife at a dummy or build a lame little fire. There must be something more blood pumping for Portia to do…

At lunch, Portia only spends five minutes in the dining hall, loading up on essential protein and carbs, then she heads straight back to the training centre. Not because she is so dedicated to training – but she will let them play that if it earns her sponsorship points.

There are still a few trainers hanging around the centre, setting up new apparatus for the afternoon’s session. Portia chats with the strength building one and they come up with a plan.

A pair of avoxes push a pull up bar in the centre of the room, Portia waits by it for a few minutes, finishing off a chicken sandwich that she snatched from the dining hall. As soon as everyone returns through the doors, she makes sure they all head towards her.

”Who is up for a little competition? I bet most of you can’t beat my personal best pull up score, come on give it a go!”

Portia is the first to demonstrate, she coats her palms in chalk and then grabs a hold of the bar. All she must do his pull her whole-body weight up a few times. Whats so hard about that?

Roll a 1-20 dice to see how many times your tribute successfully does a pull up.

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[Skiplaurel Hayjer - D7a]

The atmosphere of the Training Center had become just so resigned. The Careers did not need the practice, and most everyone else was starting to panic more and more as the day of the games got closer. Sera could just see the fear building in the other Tributes' eyes. Not that she was not feeling the pressure herself. Sera is eager to have something lighthearted to focus her mind around, to make her time here easier to bear. And lo and behold, it is one of the Careers who gives her her opportunity.

"Ooo, ooo, me first! I'm so up for this!" Sera climbs onto the pullup bar.

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"Aw, I can't, I came so close!" Sera drops down off the bar, fatigued.1-20

[Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg)]

A R T E M I S

After some interesting conversations, its nice to see a career who just wants to dick around. As the week came to an end, the atmosphere grew more tense, the true alliances started to show, and people were dropping their masks as they no longer were trying to impress each other. It's clear who the outsiders are, but what I wasn't anticipating was the girl from One leaving lunch after only eating a small meal. I decided to follow her to see what she was up to and it was a delight to see her set up a pull-up bar, and proclaiming a challenge to see who could do the most pull-ups before doing a respectable amount herself.

A girl from District 3, Sera I think her name was, goes up after, with almost glee in her voice. This little game is apparently enough to get people's minds off of the impending Bloodbath. It might be nice to have a moment of levity before it all comes tumbling down.

"I'll join in!" I call out as I make my way over to the pull-up bar. On one hand, it'll be nice to show off a bit but on the other, I don't want to paint a target on my back. I've already committed though, so here we go.

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[Cait]

sera keoch

Trust Portia to turn everything into a competition. Standing in the middle of the room, throwing down the gauntlet of her challenge to tributes who are only just managing to wipe away the crumbs of their midday snack.

Limbo girl – other Sera – is the first to take the bait, and one by one the others fall into line, intrigued just enough to come closer. I’m turning the opposite way, hopeful that the interest from the other tributes will be enough for me to slip out unnoticed, but Portia must have a sixth sense. Maybe that’s a new voodoo alliance trick. Next thing you know, Circe’s gonna be reading my mind.

She catches my eye across the room, raises an eyebrow at me knowingly, almost taunting me. Hook, line and sinker. I sigh dramatically before dutifully taking my place in line, casting suspicious glances towards the pull-up bar every few seconds.

One of the girls from Two is directly before me, pulling herself up and down with a practiced ease that makes me feel suddenly extremely self-conscious. Not to mention, she does the entire thing one-handed. I’m too annoyed to be impressed; I tell her as much as we pass each other: “Damn, nobody likes a show off.”

The feeling of chalk on my skin is a sensation that’s always made me feel uncomfortable. I shudder involuntarily as I dunk my hands into the powder box and feel the tiny white particles sticking to my palms, getting trapped underneath my fingernails.

“I’m gonna suck at this,” I warn Portia before gripping the bar above my head. “So just remember: you already agreed to be in an alliance with me. No take backs.”

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