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[Gavin]

Ginny Halofax
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Confidence is a rush
Happiness is a plus
Edginess is a rush
Edges I like them rough
I'm in hell.
Training is most certainly not my favorite thing. But I can't disappoint Dad, who still thinks I could be his perfect, Victor daughter. I don't even need Tessarae, so there's really no point in training at all, but arguing is no use.
And today I'm sucking even more than usual. I cringe after poking my left thumb with the point of the knife. Oh crap... I grit my teeth. "Well, that was smart." Why can't I handle this stuff? I glance across the room. Why can't I be more like him? He knows what he's doing. Dad will be so upset if I come home with my finger cut. It doesn't look deep, but it's bleeding a lot. Maybe I can bandage it myself? I attempt to wrap a strip of cloth around it before giving up. Normally I'm happy to be a lefty, but today it's just annoying. "Um, hi, would you mind helping me with this?" What the heck did I do that for? I blush, hoping he didn't hear me. How exactly am I supposed to explain this to anyone? At least Blade will understand. Hopefully. Maybe I should just go home before I do anything worse. The bleeding seems to be slowing finally. At least there's that. I start watching the guy from across the room, the one who seems to know what he's doing. Hey, he's kind of cute. Long dark hair, muscular... I turn around and attempt to get some of my blood off the knife. There's supposed to be some fancy process for cleaning the equipment, but I can't tell anyone or they would tell my family. I'll say..I fell. Onto a knife.
I'm hopeless. I walk across the room before I can decide against it. "Um, hi. I'm Ginny."

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The glint of the knife as it flies towards the target gets a smile out of Kellan. It hits right in the center, another perfect throw. He's good with the blades, and Kellan knows how to make it look easy. He enjoys training as a career and is confident that he could win the Games in the coming year. After training for a majority of his life, he's built up a high pain-tolerance. He's fast and knows his way around an opponent's body. He smiles and runs both of his hands through his hair with a laugh. There's a quiet voice in his head asking for help. He turns slowly looking for the voice.

"Um, hi, would you mind helping me with this?" It's a girl's voice and he tries to find the face to go with a voice. When he finds her, she's pretty cute and an obvious career. Kellan starts to her with a smirk, training is the only thing he thinks he's good at. He's not good enough for anything else and the Games are his only hope at doing something important. She's hurt and he watches her hold her left thumb with blood dripping from it.

They meet and he tries to give a cool smile but he thinks he must look like a total dork. "Um, hi. I'm Ginny." Even her voice is pretty and her name. He tries to spell it in his mind but gets lost after the first N. Kellan looks down at her hand.

"Kellan, nice to meet you." He reaches for her hand but pauses half-way through. "Do you mind if I take a look at your hand?"

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[Gavin]

Ginny Halofax
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God, is he cute. I blush furiously. "Yes, um, no, I mean, no, I don't mind. Thanks. I just can't do this, you know? I mean, the training, I really can't use anything right, not that you are like that, you're really good at it.." Shut up, shut up, shut up!"So, um, Kellan? I like your name. I think it means powerful, I'm not sure..." Aaaand now I'm babbling. Great. Why can't I talk? Usually my sarcastic wit is all I have. I smile weakly, hoping he can't tell what's going on inside my tiny little brain. "So, um...you planning to volunteer for the Games this year? My dad wants me to, but I don't think I'd ever be able."I crack a grin, wincing as my thumb starts to bleed again. "Ow." Damn. I glance back at him, sighing a little to myself. His eyes remind me of the ocean, which is odd, as I've never actually seen the ocean. I feel a twinge inside, hoping he can't see what I'm thinking of. I've never had a real boyfriend. Having a protective Peacekeeper father scares off most of the boys-that is, the few who were interested in the first place. Most of the cute ones are only interested in training anyway, and no point in getting interested in someone who's probably going to die. So why am I? Did I really think that? I'm not. Really. Never mind how cute his butt looks in those pants.
My God, I'm hopeless.
I breathe in carefully, stepping closer. I feel a little dizzy now, and I stumble, catching his arm in an attempt not to fall. "I'm so, so sorry," I whisper, ever though I'm not. My hand lingers on his arm.