Gaining Control (Open)

[BeccaIsBack FromInternationals]

Dimitri ran a hand through his hair as he walked down to the Career training ground in the district. He was entered in his final Games, and he was a career. The problem was, his sister had taken unneeded Terrasse. That and the fact that they were both Careers made the chances of her being drawn catastrophic. He most likely wouldn't be drawn. He was an asset to the Peace Keeper force so they wanted to keep him around.

He had asked a friend to transfer the Terrasse to himself but if Sarah found out, she would only take out more. This was the life he was chosen to play, Capitol pawn and protective brother, and he wouldn't have thought to question it, til now.

Dimitri loved the Capitol, unlike many of the other people of Panem. He found a sick sense of karma when the rat children of other Districts, and even his own, were chosen to die. They had all done something to deserve that sort of treatment. But his sister, his LITTLE sister Sarah! He wouldn't let her die. He couldn't. She stayed out of trouble, he made sure that she did.

The grass field where people met and battled looked better and better to battle in. He needed to curb his anger, basically to keep from murdering everyone. He grabbed a sword that was beautifully carved and crafted, swung it around, and watched as another figure did the same.

Dimitri smirked at the idiocy of the new comer. He knew that people reffered to him as the god behind his back, because of his skill. This person chose the wrong person to fight. He would like serverely damage or kill this person. He wouldn't get in trouble either, no career would for nearly killing another. Rules don't apply to them in this case.

He charged at the figure and weilded the sword with skill only years of training could accomplish. He watched a small glance of fear cross the opponent but that look disapeared quickly. They were trained to face fear with determination and this was one of those cases.

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[Gorim]

(Okee, are you alright with my character using a sword for the first few posts, and if it doesn't work out, change to knives? The character is supposed to be trained with knives, so it would be in-character for him to be beat half way across the room with the sword, then give up using it and change to knives. XD

The beginning is a little before the end of your post, okay?)

"Alright, alright, you win, Timothy..." Allen gasped. "I knew I was no good with a sword."

"Of course," his fraternal twin said brusquely. "You waste too many movements." He twirled the practice sword like a baton, looking around the training ground with his default expression of vague irritation. "I'm going to go get us some lunch. Stay here. Don't move."

"Right, right," Allen said tiredly, making to get up. He was stopped by Timothy's sharp sound of shock. "What?"

"You're moving. Just. Sit. There." Timothy said firmly. Allen stared.

"Until you get back from whatever resturaunt you're going to?" He asked, stunned.

"Yes. Don't move. Don't cause trouble. Hell, don't even breathe." A slow, rare smile curled on his face. "Alright?"

"Yes, yes," Allen snarled, his stomach growling. Timothy still wasn't convinced.

"Twin swear." Allen made a cry of impatience, and got up. The boys began a rather complex series of movements with their hands, which eventually ended with them grabbing each others wrists and shaking them like shaking hands.

"Good." Timothy said, finally satisfied. He left, and as soon as he was out of sight, Allen walked over to the battle ground. In hindsight, this was a bad move.

A boy that neither Allen nor Timothy knew personally, but knew by name and sight, was swinging a sword about with a definite feeling of expertness. Timothy picked up a real sword (Again, awful choice in hindsight) and tried to mimic the other boy's movements.

And then the boy charged.

Allen, not exactly used to being charged by random Careers with very sharp looking swords, flinched back a bit, then remembered his brother's words.

Stand your ground and don't waste movement.

Gritting his teeth, Allen managed to block the blow enough so that it didn't cut off his arm. The cut dribbled and stung, an interesting contrast to the various aches and bruises he'd won from his spar with Timothy, which were probably glaringly visible.

Damn it, I really should have stayed where I was supposed to... Swords weren't even his specialty. If he had his knives, maybe... But Allen was beginning to get the sneaking suspicion that Timothy was going to have to carry him home in itty bitty pieces, probably in a plastic shopping bag...

But there wasn't any backing out now, and before he thought too much about it, he tried a move that he used in knife fighting, sliding to the side and swinging at the opponent's torso.

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[BeccaIsBack FromInternationals]

Dimitri smirked at the awkward movements of his opponent but that was short lived. Almost as soon as he left the cut in the arm, the opponent, one of the twins from the Career circuit, used a knife move to gash in his chest. "Damn," Dimitri muttered as the sword hit his chest. He hadn't expected that, because well he just figured the guy would only use the sword moves, not knife movements. That would be the last time he underestimated this opponent.

"Good shot, for a knives man, I mean," Dimitri said smugly. He needed to squelch the bleeding that was coming from the gash in his stomach, so he took off his tee-shirt while circling his opponent to tie around his wound. Once the impromptu band-aid was in place he re-gripped his sword and starred down at his opponent.

His chest hurt like hell with each breath, but he was sure that no vital organ had been punctured or it would be much worse. But the sharp pain that he still felt was that of a million needles in his chest with each breathe. He could take pain, but he was never that sadistic that he would enjoy the sentiment.

The pain that he felt was starting to piss him off, and he saw white spots of anger in his vision. He was going to make this slow, painful, and he was going to make this kid pay for his idiocy. He was going to make this knife man use his knives, and still lose.

Dimitri pulled his arm back and slashed it forward in a fluid motion and watched the blood spurt from the stump that was now this guy's arm. The wrist and hand fell to the floor and a pool of blood came around it. A smirk pulled at the ends of his mouth as he watched the blood spurt and heard the sword clank to the ground.

"You're move, or do you want to call it quits?" Dimitri said in a matter of fact tone, he knew he already had this fight won.

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[Gorim]

Timothy whistled as he walked down the path to the place where he and his brother had been sparring. He carried two bags, each with a meal of hamburgers, fries, and a drink. Outwardly, he didn't seem incredibly tough; in fact, wearing the sweater jacket his mother knitted him, with his elegantly handsome face and long hair tied up in a tail, he looked downright cuddly... He got to their spot and smiled at his bag of personal items.

"Right where I left you," he said contentedly. He frowned at the distinct lack of Allen, then heard an outraged, if slightly panicky roar.

"You cut off my arm, you psychotic little drip!" Timothy closed his eyes and absolutely did not entertain a daydream of strangling his twin.

"Not where I left you," he snarled under his breath as he stalked over to the battleground. He got there, did a double-take, then held his head in his hands and died a little inside.

His brother, pale, white haired and thin, in the time it taken to walk down the street and back, had become an amputee. Now, he was standing in front of the rather smug looking boy who had done it, looking paler than ever and a bit faint.

Timothy walked down to the court and sighed, shaking his head and trying not to let too much concern seep into his tone.

"What has the world come to, where a twin swear no longer means anything?"

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Dimitri watched as the boy grew pale as he saw his arm on the ground. He didn't actually have a reaction otehr than to shrug, this kid had came onto the mats with a sword, his loss. "What did you expect we would be sitting and having tea, I mean really?" Dimitri rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, if this kid was going to whine, this woul only piss him off more.

He moved his sword to a defensive position and looked closer at the cut on the arm as he knelt down, not fearing being hurt because the sword was right in from of him. The cut was relatively clean through, though there was catch in the middle of the bone where he had hesitated cuting the arm off but decided to ultimately follow through with the attack. He always followed through, even if he knew that he needed to stop. That was his one fatal flaw in fighting style, if you wanted to call that a flaw at all.

Dimitri believed whole heartedly in the theory of predator and prey, and that those who are weak will die because they are too weak or too stupid to figure out how to save themselves. This was how he thought about the world, and though most people think he truely sadistic, he thought he was just a realist and the rest of the world were a bunch of pansy optimists.

That's when he heard someone approaching the guy who's arm he servered. He heard something in the Career Battlefield he never thought he would hear, "What has the world come to, where a twin swear no longer means anything?"

Dimitri couldn't believe what he was hearing so he couldn't help but making a comment, "Did you just seriously say twin swear?!" Dimitri burst out laughing and stood up, only to be doubled over in laughter, "You cannot be serious? What are you two, five year old girls? This is too pathetic to be true!" He said about to fall over from laughter.

[Gorim]

Timothy scowled as Allen started, and actually managed to look a bit sheepish.

"Not my fault," the younger twin growled. "This psychotic idiot thought it'd be fun to randomly attack people." Timothy shook his head.

"I heard you from over there, you big baby," he said, a bit spiteful. Allen gaped at him.

"Perhaps you don't quite understand what's happening here," he choked. "I am missing my arm!"

"What did you expect, fighting with a sword? What were you even thinking; you're terrible at swordfighting." Timothy shook his head in disgust. "At least you managed to pink him, though I suppose that was a lucky shot in the dark?" Allen stared, throughly stunned by this.

"This has happened to you before hasn't it?" He said glumly. Timothy shrugged and glanced at the arm.

"It's a clean enough cut. If you hurry to the hospital, you can get it reattached." He stooped and picked up the severed limb, then shoved it into Allen's arm, along with his lunch. "Hail a taxi, eat something, get it fixed. And stop whining; it's not that big of a deal."

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"Thank God one of them isn't a whiner or I may have killled the both of them. Not to mention this iddiot took me on in swords, and now is basically crying, Lord help me if he did that in the Games," Dimitri mumbledhalf loudly, half to himself. He didn't like this kid, but his twin brother seemed much after his own heart in the sense he was basically ruthless.

He heard the mention of his chest cut and all of a sudden there was pain again. He absentmindedly raised his hand to the tee-shirt and pulled it away covered in blood,and the turned to the twin he seemed to like, "Dumb luck and skill with knives caused this cut. But I am not about to discredit the hit because it isn't easy to hit me at all, even if it was a low blow."

Dimitri looked for a clean part of the shirt that was already blood stained but when he found none, he took his undershirt off and whiped his hands on that and then handed it to the twin he disliked, "Wrap it around the bottom of your unattached arm if you want it back."

He then turned to the nice twin, and outstretched his hand, "Dimitri Klipper, sword and knives man. You are the tougher of the twins obviously? Because you're brother, is a whimp. You, however, seem tough enough to not cry over a cut, God. . . " Dimitri stopped before he started ranting about weak Careers.

It's not that e didn't give them credit for trying but they were the reason that the District had lost the last two Games in a row. It was the weaklings who thought that being a Career was just a day job, it wasn't. It was, quite frankly, a comitement.

[Gorim]

Timothy raised an eyebrow sharply and crossed his arms.

"Dismemberment isn't a "cut"," he said coolly. "Treat it like that in a real combat situation and you'll die quickly. And, if he was using what he was good at and not something he'd just picked up, you wouldn't have had such an easy time." Critical as Timothy was, he was loyal to his brother. He was allowed to critique and direct and, if the situation called for it, mock. Others who took that liberty weren't warmly received.

Timothy turned to Allen, who was a bit pale, but otherwise composed. "I thought I said get to the hospital?" Allen sighed and left, carrying his arm and lunch with him, drawing a few stares.

Timothy picked up Allen's bloody sword and held it steadily and expertly.

"Now then, Hotshot," he said coolly. "Do you want to go first, or shall I?"

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"Hot shot? Wow sarcasm after my heart, I'm officially pissed." Dimitri rolled his eyes as he dropped his hand, did a quick turn, and spun his sword, taking a deep breathe. "You're going to wish you didn't do that."

Dimitri threw the sword up high and let it fall piercing the ground. He took off the bandage that covered the huge gash in his chest and wrung it out watching the blood drip to the ground, and retying it around his stomach. "If you have a high tolerance for pain, an amputation is nothing short of a cut until the battle is over. Then, and only then, should you be upset. But before that you should tie a turniquet," he continued gesturing to his chest where the gash was bleeding profusely, "And fight on. Not cry about it. And as for the new at it comment, that was his dumb move and I still would have won in any combat."

At this point Dimitri was smuggly picking his sword back up. He threw it up in the air once again, watched it spin and did a back flip catching the sword as it fell. "Feel free to aplaud."

With that Dimitri charged forward and swung toward the person who wouldn't shake his hand or tell his name. This may actually be a great battle because this was his opponent's first weapon, and even though Dimitri knew he was better, the previous injury could affect him.

He decided to aim for the face, a sort of warning to his opponent, that he couldn't be beaten. This fight was just a formality nothing more. As soon as he swung, he knew it was a perfect shot and therewas a huge gash in this guy's face.

"That's your warning, there will not be another!" He said in a menacing tone, his arm still holding the sword out at his slightly crouched position. "Feel free to run away scared, it's in your genetics."

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[Gorim]

Timothy watched, unimpressed, as the boy showed off, resulting in nothing more than a cut on his cheek.

He stuck his tongue through the cut out of curiosity. It didn't really hurt, and the taste of blood was only slightly irritating. He made no reaction other than a sigh of impatience.

"If you're going to be that ridiculous..." he muttered. He stuck the sword into the ground and walked over to the weapon's rack. Whistling, he picked up a rather large battle axe and turned. "There's no reason to be swift if all you're going to do is show off. Now..." His eyes narrowed.

"Are you done?"

Without waiting for a reply, Timothy charged forward, swinging his axe at the other boy. His swing hit, but only lightly. It didn't matter.

He waited.

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"All of that for a cut, barely larger than a papercut? Wow and I thought I had a battle," Dimitri scoffed as he wated the axe barely make contact with his forearm. This was a servere disappointment to Dimitri. He had hoped for better, especially when he changed his weapon. That attck could have been dodged if he moved but he really was lossing too much blood to wast movements like that.

He put his left hand over the cut and it was basically closed already so he didn't have to tie it up at all. "Well that was a little depressing for all your sarcasm.

Dimitri spun his sword again, "But I guess that means you don't want to back out dispite my advice, your loss."

He lunged and swung his sword forward, then watched as there was a deep gash right in this guys stomach. "Ready to call it quits yet?"

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[Gorim]

"You just don't shut up, do you?" Timothy muttered, pressing his hand briefly against the gash on his stomach. It was bleeding quite a bit; he'd have to wrap this up quickly. It wouldn't be nice to have his innards spilling all over the battleground, would it? The janitor already had enough to worry about with his brother's blood all over the place.

With an irritated sigh, he swept at his opponent's legs, and smirked as the swing hit home. It was actually rather gratifying, after all the smug egotism, to see the other boy's right leg fly away. He smirked.

"That was fun," he said briskly. "Ready to quit? Or are you under the impression that you can fight just as well with one leg?" He was far out of sword and arm reach at the time, and smiled inwardly.

"Timothy Hearst, at your disposal."

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"Damn it!" Dimitri mumbles as his leg cam out from under him. "You'll pay for that if I have to kill you first!" He yelled in a tone that caused people to look and gasp. He was THE god, people weren't supposed to hurt him and definately not deleg him.

Using his sword as a crutch Dimitri hobbled to the sword stand and picked up a polishing rag and tied his leg in a turnequet. He then took three swords and made a fake peg leg then went back over to the field and covered his leg, "I'll take care of that later."

Dimitri ran as fast as he could toward the ass who cut off his leg, "This is for my leg you bastard!" He raged as he hit this guy, the one whose name is Timothy, the one who cut off his leg.

He landed in a perfect spot, right in the back and he was sure a vital organ hit, "Bingo! And that it Dimitri Klipperat your service!" He said with a smug bow.

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[Gorim]

Timothy stumbled, shocked. He had turned to call for someone to call an ambulance, only to have Dimitri take advantage of that and quite literally stab him in the back.

Though the pain was quite intense, he couldn't help but be a bit impressed. Still, he wasn't entirely sure what to do.

"Do I pull it out?" He asked no one in particular.

"Of course not!" One of the Career girls said, shocked. "Just stay there, both of you. Someone's calling for the hospital."

Timothy felt a bit woozy, and the pain was more than a little distracting. He sat down on the dirt next to the legless Dimitri and held out his hand, smirking a little.

"Nice meeting you, mate."

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"Wow, no offense but your about to die and you get civil? But hey you fought great. We should probably have stopped anyway because we were both going to end up dead," Dimitri said with a smirk and shaking Timothy's hand. "But I have to give you credit you did amazingly well.

He looked a little closer at his leg now and relized the cut was strait across and that it could easily put back on, which was definately a good thing. He hoped Timothy would be okay as well but just in case he tried to clear the air, "By the way I didn't mean to insult your brother it's just I cannot stand weakness and--"

"Dimitri Pavel Klipper!! What in the hell were you doing?!!" Sarah said as she blasted through the doors of he gym to see her brother laying bloody and legless on the ground next to some guy who looked like he was about to die. WHAT HAPPENED!

Dimitri looked up and was actually scared, he was in for it. When Sarah got mad, she got violent. He shot a glance at Timothy quickly before starting, "Sarah calm down it was just a harmle-"

"Shut up how is you legless harmless!!!" Sarah screeched. "And look at what happened to Tim! You nearly killed him!" Sarah was royally pissed by this time.

She didn't know if Timothy was going to say something but she held a hand up, "Don't say a word Timothy Marian Hearst! You are not the only victim here!"

By this time Dimitri had rolled his eyes about ten times but Sarah caught everyone and glairred them off. Siblings in their greatest form, fighting, he thought to himself, but since when was she the responcible?