Dares CAREER ARENA PLOT [Jack Lex]

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[bg=050308] Allyssa Tornhell You had me up again From the minute you sat down the way you bite your lip's got my head spinnin' around

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I would win, this thing I'd somehow managed to get myself signed up for, a careers arena? alright, whatever, it's just something else for me to kick ass it. I sigh, my breath misting in the cold air around me. It's late November in District two and the leaves have been stripped from the tree's, crunching under my boots. I walk with a purpose, my thoughts focused on getting there and wondering who I'm going to be facing. Why did I let my uncle sign me up for this? I wonder, quickening my pace to a point where I'm racing through the district, the buildings going by like streaks of color.

As I near the training center, I slow my pace to a slow jog, my breath coming fast but I don't mind. It feels good to run, to let my body push itself forward and not looking back, as if I could go on forever but that is not to be the case as I screech to a halt in front of the training center, my breath heaving. I smile and pull back my raven hair before entering the training center and I breathe in the smell of sweat and hear the sounds of grunts and thuds of bodies as they push themselves through the rigorous training at the academy. I make my way over to the knife throwing station and pick up one of the knives, flicking one of them into the center of the target. I look over and see a boy maybe slightly older than myself and smile. "bet you can't do that?" I challenge, grinning and cocking my head to one side.

Trouble trouble maker yeah
That's your middle name
I know you're no good
But you're stuck in my brain

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[Jack Lexington]

Sweat drips from the tip of nose as I sit on the side of the gym having a drink and catching my breath after a very long tiring session with my old friend the boxing sack.
For a moment I close my eyes and use the bottom of my shirt to wipe the weat from my face. It's useless because the white fabric is just as soaked.
Gulping back some water from a bottle I hear somebody's voice.
"bet you can't do that?"

Is she talking to me?
I open my eyes to see a raven haired small chick standing with her hand on her hip near the knife throwing dummy.
As I turn my head my blue eyes fall on the knife stuck right in the rubber man's head.
"Are you talking to me?" I knit my brow and have a good look who I'm talking to.

I've seen this chick around. She arrogant. She's exactly the type of girl that makes me stear clear of all of them. Just my luck. I seem to run into a lot of chicks lately.

Apparently she's challenging me. But I keep my cool. "Nope, can't do that. bet you can't do it with your eyes closed either..." Challenge back at ya, girly!

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[bg=050308] Allyssa Tornhell You had me up again From the minute you sat down the way you bite your lip's got my head spinnin' around

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"Are you talking to me?" He asks. I roll my eyes. "Well no shit I'm talking to you" I say sarcastically. "Nope, can't do that. bet you can't do it with your eyes closed either..." He challenges. I smirk, rising to the challenge. I close my eyes and flick the knife, hearing it smack into the target. "oh really, then what was that? What can you do?" I ask, padding over to the target and retrieving the two knives I'd thrown. The second one was off center by a little bit but it was better than I'd thought I'd be able to do with my eyes closed. I won't show my doubt to this boy who's demeanor seems arrogant. I don't mind showing off my skills, I am pretty good at what I do after all, 7 years of being an assassin does that to people. "I bet you can't beat me in a fight" I say, smirking.

Trouble trouble maker yeah
That's your middle name
I know you're no good
But you're stuck in my brain

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[Jack Lexington]

As my challenge is out there I push myself to my feet by placing my palm on the cold floor. It feels good.
Dropping my shirt back where it belongs I watch her with ionterest. Cool as a cucumber this girl closes her eyes and chucks the knife. It's only cms away from the other one. Heck, i have troubles throwing this well with my eyes open but I won't admit that.
"Nice." I applaud her but stay where I am.

Next thing I know she gets her knifes back and faces me. For a moment I'm worried she might be chucking them at me next but instead she challenges me to a fight. She must be able to see that I'm sweat soaked with flushed cheeks, which should give away that I'm spent. Good moment to go up against me.
Unfortunately I don't ever decline a challenge.
Dancing around the topic a bit I slowly approach her. "I don't want to hurt you, sis."
Then I take another swig from my bottle.
"Any other tricks up your sleeve?" It's never bad to know possible opponents.

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[bg=050308] Allyssa Tornhell You had me up again From the minute you sat down the way you bite your lip's got my head spinnin' around

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"I don't wanna hurt you sis" Ha, he thinks he can hurt me. I chuckled. "Trust me, I won't be the one hurt." I said under my breath. I was a trained assassin after all, I was a trained killer. "Any other tricks up your sleeve?" he asked. I smirked and watched as he took a drink from his bottle. His Adams apple bobbed with each gulp. How easy it would be to slit it open, the ruby liquid pouring out of his neck but I won't kill him. I don't kill unless I'm told to or my life is in danger. "I do actually" I said, turning the knife in my hand, tossing it up and catching it by the blade without cutting myself. I'd done this enough times to know when and how to catch it without cutting myself. (I have many scars on my hands from learning this). "The name's Lyssa by the way, not sis. What can you do, hmm?" I asked, smiling with my eyes narrowed, examining him and sizing him up. I may end up facing him in a few days so I might as well get to know him better.

Trouble trouble maker yeah
That's your middle name
I know you're no good
But you're stuck in my brain

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[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

"Trust me, I won't be the one hurt." I hear her say. Another one of those tough career chicks, who think they can even beat a guy. They are so full of themselves because none of the guys ever dare to punch them like they'd punch another guy. Me, on the contrary, I've gotten down and dirty with a few girls. One of them even got a broken nose and I don't care much.
I can see her eyes fixed on me while I drink. Whatever she might be thinking behind that pretty facade can't be good.

Next thing I know she throws a knife in the air and catches it with her bare hand.
"Whoa, nice...what are you going to use that for?" I mock her even though I'm baffled by her trick. Another chick, who's grand with knife. Just my luck.
"The name's Lyssa by the way, not sis. What can you do, hmm?" Her smile tells me that she's going to play me as much as she can....maybe I should play along.
"Lyssa. Pretty name. I'm Matthew and there's a couple of things I can do but you'll have to find out for yourself." I wink at her and take another drink before I wipe my face with the bottom of my shirt again exposing a six pack I've worked long and hard for. From experience I know that it works great as a distraction for girls.
"I'd be up for some sparring." My face is straight but inwardly I grin. This small girl doesn't stand a chance against me in close combat. Hopefully she'll drop the knife though.