Decathlon: Shot Put

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DECATHLON: SHOT PUT

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Welcome to the Decathlon tournament of the very first Panem Olympic Games! The track and field complex is located within the Olympic Arena, with stands for spectators traveling from Districts One, Two, Four, and the Capitol to watch the competitors. Television cameras are set up around as well, to broadcast the event to anyone staying home as well as to the other districts who aren't as lucky and competent as you all! Please be sure you stretch and warm up with your coaches before you're called to the backstop, and remember, make your district proud!

The execution of this event is simple. Feel free to roleplay your character setting up for their throws, and then paste the code [*dice=375+1650] without the asterisks into your post THREE TIMES and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This will result in a four-digit number that will correspond to a distance, which is read with a decimal point separating the first two and the last two digits (e.g. 1905 is read as 19.05 meters) Each participant will be measured by their best throw only, not their average distance or the sum of their throws.

The competitor with the furthest distance wins this event. Distances for this event will be continually updated on this thread; however, the overall decathlon standings will be updated on a separate thread.

After you have rolled, feel free to edit your post with your character's reaction to each throw if you so desire, but please keep it to one post rather than multiple.

There is NO POSTING ORDER; you may post your throws whenever you please. Keep in mind, though, that this is meant to move pretty fast, so we're not looking for exceedingly long posts.

Here is the roster for this event:

1) Topaz Ross, D1 — 19.93m — 3
2) Locust Lovelace, D4 — 19.53m — 6
3) Scarlette Bryze, D2 — 19.32m — 7
4) Nyklus Moalkis, D2 — 19.58m — 5
5) William Wilson, D1 — 18.41m — 10
6) Lieutenant Richter, D1 — 18.58m — 8
7) Mikal Land, D2 — 20.0m — 2
8) Nathaniel Graives, D1 — 19.81m — 4
9) Apex White, D1 — 20.11m — 1
10) Tigirius Rex, D1 — 18.53m — 9

Let the games begin!

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[Lulu]

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i hold out for one more drink before i think
i'm looking too desperately
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In Tope's eyes, the shot put was not that much different than the discus throw, although you needed a considerably greater amount of strength to significantly succeed in it. She was good at discus; she hoped she was good in this. She hadn't tried it very often, preferring to focus on real weapons like swords, knives, and spears when she'd been at the peak of her training. Undoubtedly there would be Careers here that were much stronger than her; she'd already caught sight of the hulking ginger boy she thought she recognized from back home - she might've seen some of his siblings, at least, because his last name was Rex and there were tons of those - and he looked like he could crush anyone, even her, like a grape.

Part of her yearned to make some sort of friend while she was here competing; Topaz Ross had so few friends these days, unlike before her Games when she'd been the district's primary social butterfly. But she knew full well how difficult that would be; everyone here who didn't scorn her idolized her. They were Career children, after all, and she was One's first Career victor in a long time. She was a celebrity, and no one could treat a celebrity like a normal person, no matter how hard they tried. So she'd just have to settle for associating with Maverick, who'd so flatteringly come to watch her kick ass at the nation's very first Olympics. She would have to try and sneak him into the village, because although technically only athletes were permitted inside she knew she was incapable of going without sleeping with him for that long. And of course, he'd be more than eager.

Finally they were ready to begin the event; she was up first. The redhead grabbed the metal ball tight in her hands and prepared for the three throws she'd make. Hopefully she wouldn't look like a complete ass.

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It was the first that was the real stunner; decent, definitely, but would it be enough? 19.93 meters was nothing to scoff at. She'd just have to hope no one could match it and she'd be on her way to getting a decent place in the decathlon. Well, your hundred meter sprint was horrible, so don't count your chickens before they're hatched.

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but so far has not been fun, i should just stay home
if one thing really means one
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[Danny]

NYKLUS MOALKIS, DISTRICT TWO

With the ball in hand, I finally know what it's like to feel that I have a chance to be someone. I have a chance to throw the ball further than anyone else, I have a chance to win the decathlon. I have a chance to be known all over Panem. With the field stretched out in front of me, I see numerous lines marking distances. I just need to throw it far. I push my elbow back with the ball right next to my ear, and I throw.

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[Naya]

"Get em' good." My trainer slapped me on the back, and I grinned at him. I did well at the sprint, and decent at discus. How well could I do at shot put? I'm strong. The ball should be no problem for me. How far could I throw it? Could I make it? I wanted a medal, no doubt. I'd be happy with even a bronze, anything to make my family and District proud. The only other people participating in the decathlon from my District was Scarlett Bryze, and Nyklus Moalkis whom I've never met before. So hopefully between us 3 we earn a medal of some sorts.

I am ushered to the field, where all eyes are on me. This was my moment. I slowly pick up the ball, and eye the 20 metre mark. That was my goal. I smiled. "Time to go." I back up a few centimetres and throw the ball. It soars through the air, and finally lands.

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20 metres? EXACTLY 20 METRES! My goal! I guess I could've done better, but I shoot my hands up in the air first. Maybe I could do better next time, but that's a good length. I take the next ball, and take a deep breath before sending it soaring through the air.
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In all likelihood, shot put wasn’t going to be his best event. He wasn’t as strong as he’d like to be, and his discus throws had been completely pathetic; but shot put was a different monster. While the strength of his arms was going to be very important in this…post of the power was going to have to come from his legs. While it didn’t show in the tests of speed, Apex had powerful legs. In the swimming events, it allowed him to compete somewhat against the D4s, and if he were to get the proper technique here…there was a chance he could make up some of the points he had lost in the previous Decathlon events.

He had to make a decision. Did he want to risk exhaustion and use the first two throws as test throws, or did he want to give it his all on the first throw. The first method had backfired with discus, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Apex got into his stance, and put the metal ball to his neck. He pushed off from the ground and tossed it as far as he could, screaming in joy when he realize just how far the first throw went.

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Scarlette Bryze .

Look at you, look at me.
There's never any us, can't you see
All we can become, we can shine like the sun.

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It was becoming quite apparent that simply doing the event wasn't enough. Scarlette needed to step her game up. She needed to give everything she had, or her mother was going to push her harder than shed ever been pushed. She'd already been pushed enough after Julian had won the games, she didn't need to be pushed in order to succeed. If people would keep their damn noses in their own business, she wouldn't have this problem. She wasn't saying she couldn't do it, or handle it, she just didn't see the point in it. Brute force wasn't ever her secret weapon. No, she knew what her true power was. Manipulation. In the games, that had won many, many people the crown. Here? No, this was different, and she found herself being tested.

Shot Put. Okay, this one was one she knew how to do. It called for something the Bryze family didn't really have a surplus of, physical strength, but she had drive. She had the ability to push herself harder than others could. That was why she didn't need others to tell her what to do. She already knew it by herself, and she certainly didn't need her mother, a woman who has lived the last sixteen years of her life through her own daughter, to correct her when she knows she's wrong. She positions herself she knows she is supposed to. Knees apart, back straight, touching her neck, elbow straight. She took a deep breath, and began hopping across the surface of the sand, feeling her feet dig deeper and deeper until she felt her hand lifting from her shoulder.

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She kept her head high, knowing that she hadn't done as well as some of the others. This was something she knew she could do! Fuck her small size! Just imagine if she was stronger. She promised herself to up her work out time as she walked back to the bench, cursing under her breath the entire walk back.

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He looked at the standings. He was not doing so well. He thought if he could win the next few sports he could win over. Was it true? He watched the last competitor leave the area and he took his spot. He could only breathe deeply as he took his position. He grabbed the object. He lifted it over his shoulder and took aim. All he could do was hope it worked. [dice=375+1650]


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He looked at the scores."Crap"!He was mad. Not only had he failed but he was no where near getting the distance of the people before him. He knew he was not a disappointment in the sport of shot put.

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Locust was beginning to question herself for choosing the decathlon as an event to partake in the Olympic Games. Sure, she hadn’t completely butchered her chances with her above average scoring in the one-hundred meter sprint combined with her pathetic score in the discus throw, but again she was facing another rather large dilemma; the shot put was a test of upper body strength similar to that of the discus throw, perhaps even worse. How could she possibly redeem herself during another sport she possessed no advantage in? Her arms were scrawny and not yet trained to toss heavy weights around - they were suited for small weapons, things she could slice the air with silently and swiftly without stretching her muscles or exceeding her limits. She was in no condition to hurl things around like a wild beast in hopes of beating a handful of thriving careers including Topaz Ross and a few men that could probably snap her in half.

Fleeing for the event was not an option despite her inner protests. That would be a cowardly move, and she’d rather be bold than cowardly. Casting her gaze to the ground, she dreaded the moment the spectators cheered for Topaz and her score - a score that would obviously satisfy expectations for an excited crowd of fangirling capitolites. She no longer minded standing beside Topaz has a competitor, but it wasn’t reassuring to hear the audience cheering so loudly, especially when Locust’s chances were reaching their low point. With every ounce of emotion absent from her face, she straightened when the announcers called her name and stepped onto the field and into position, drowning the voices of the crowds with her own muddled thoughts and concentration. The object she was required to throw was significantly heavier than the discus she tossed not long ago, and the fact brought her not even the least amount of comfort. With a sigh, she prepared herself for the next portion of low performance and silently hoped that the upcoming event in the games would suit to her strengths.

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nathaniel graives

With the heavy metal ball in hand, Nathaniel could feel eyes everywhere hovering on him. The eyes of his trainer, hand-picked for District One from only the best of the best, of course. The eyes of his team mates, all 5 of them, probably expecting him to do his best. The eyes of the spectators, waiting ecstatically to see his results, whispering his name somewhere amongst their bustling of ever-constant noise. The eyes of the people back home in One, edging him on, the eyes of the other Districts hoping for his downfall, and most importantly, the eyes of his family, watching from his comfortable, if a little too-large, living room.

His father would be sitting proud in his shiny suit with his shiny shoes, head held high as he spies his son on the screen, not saying a word. His mother, bursting with pride, edging closer and closer to the edge of her seat, hands clasped together excitedly near her chin, mouth contorted to a beam as she wished him luck. And in a blink of an eye, he was back in the arena, name being called and the crowd erupting into a chorus of roars, throwing his heart out for others to judge his successes.

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Happy with a score over 19, but hoping for a 20, he shrugged and calmly walked back to his seat, trying ever so hard not to let his nerves show. He was strong, he could throw ok, but he could do so much better.

He could always do so much better.

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[aya]

Every time you try
Quarter, half a mile
Just like yesterday
I told you I would stay

Tigerius Rex —

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After his mediocre performance at discus, Tigirius felt that he was entirely ready for the shot put, which was more his style anyhow. The broad teenager had a significant amount of upper body strength, which was better suited to shot put. Discus was about form, but shot was all power — and years of intense workouts had ensured that Tiger Rex had a lot of power. It wasn't just the regularly scheduled training sessions that had occupied much of Tiger's childhood, anyhow; how many times had the ginger cut class to go lift weights with his buddies?

He stepped into the ring, heavy metal ball in hand. In ritual, he tapped the stop board at the front of the ring once, twice with his right toes, satisfied that it was bolted down properly. The career boy wasn't exactly superstitious, but certain actions had become habits so engrained in his memory that to not go through the motions just felt wrong. He retreated to the back of the circle, paying no attention to the crowd or to the other athletes. With the heavy shot tucked against his neck, Tiger planted his legs with his body facing away from the field and prepared himself for his throw. He took a deep breath and whirled around, straightening his arm to send the metal ball sailing across the field.

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His first throw was his furthest, and even that wasn't anything to shout about compared to the others; with only one more competitor to throw after him, Tiger was only one spot away from last. He scrunched his eyes in frustration, an action that would be considered a scowl by some loose definition if not for the unwavering grin that refused to shake itself from the ginger's face. He was disappointed with himself, yes, but that didn't keep him from having a good time. As the sort of person who lives for competition above all else, Tiger enjoyed just being a participant.
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Lieutenant DiNiro Richter

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