getting to know the competition [Moss/Mary Ellen]

[Sage]

My feet carry me down to the training gym, a place I've gotten to know quite well and I take the elevator down, the crystal allowing me to watch the ground quickly grow beneath my feet. The buzzer dings and I step out, my ears instantly zoning in on the sounds of grunts and clashing metal of other tributes pushing their bodies to the limits. I put my shoulders back, my chin in the air as I try to look confident. I want to practice more with the swords, they've been natural in my hands as I've been training with them, since the instructor showed me how to properly use it. I run my hands over the shining metal and gently pick the weapon up. It shouldn't feel natural in my hands but somehow it does, as if it was made for me. I take a few practice swings before attacking a dummy, decapitating it in a single swing. I've become pretty good with a sword if I do say so myself, not like a career though, I'll never be as good as them.

I attack a few more dummies before growing bored and I wander over to the first aid station. I should probably learn this stuff, I'd prefer not to bleed to death in the arena thank you very much. I try out some of the stuff the instructor is trying to teach and find I'm pretty good at it. I've helped my siblings before, healing up scrapes and cuts and a few broken bones. I'm also pretty good with healing tracker jacker stings. After the dark days, the Capitol left a few hives in the districts and every so often, one of my siblings stumble upon a nest and ends up with a few stings. Their side effects are scary, trust me, I've experienced them. The hallucinations made it hard for me to distinguish between reality and hallucination. I listen attentively to the instructor as she shows me how to wrap deep wounds and treat some other minor things. I'm quickly mastering these skills and she nods in approval. "Why don't you go find something else to do?" she says. I nod and turn, almost running into someone. Crud. "I'm sorry." I mumble, looking up to see the girl from 12, Mary I think her name was. "Oh, hello."

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[Anna Banana]

MARY ELLEN GOULDING

"WE'LL BURN THE WORLD TOGETHER"
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There was something dull about coming here day in and day out, staring off into space as I watched the other tributes train for their inevitable deaths. Of course that isn't to say that I wasn't doing my fair share of training, but it was almost monotonous and boring how often we had to do this. It was all for show of course, my escort made it perfectly clear to me that this was part of the whole routine. This was part of the grand show that we put on for the Capitolites, for the Gamemakers...but I was sick of it, I didn't want to be a pawn in their games anymore.

I meandered around the center, from section to section, gaining knowledge in all the fields that would benefit me in the arena, but it all seemed so futile. These were my enemies and I there's, I couldn't help but feel that I didn't belong here with the warriors from the Career districts of the workers in the districts that came after there's. I was from the coal district, and I had never worked a day in my life, I had stolen things and I'd killed to keep my family alive, but I wasn't a warrior or a healer. I was nothing but the scrawny girl from 12 who looked more like a walking corpse.

I must have been the equivalent of one too, because it didn't take long for someone to run into me. Granted, to their credit, they apologized to me, but still, it wasn't like I'd taken the camouflage station, there was no reason for her to act like I wasn't there. "You're...Moss right...District 9 I think? Look I know I'm insignificant to you, but try to look out where you're going please." I looked her over, taking in her rather pale complexion and smiled to myself. So it wasn't so bad that a cute girl had run into me, at least it wasn't one of those Career girls, far too much muscle on those ones, I preferred my girls skinny.

I was getting ahead of myself though, this girl was an enemy, I'd already made one friend here, no way was I going to make more. It was hard enough to think of killing my one friend let alone two. "Yeah, I'm from District 12, Mary Ellen Goulding is my name, but I prefer to go by Rainbow, that's the nickname I got back at home. You know doing the drugs and all that gets you a reputation. I gave her a mischievous grin and held out my hand to her, an invitation I hoped she would turn down, but I had manners. Damn Jesse for teaching me to be nice to everyone, it was her fault this was getting harder.

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"You're...Moss right...District 9 I think? Look I know I'm insignificant to you, but try to look out where you're going please." I feel my cheeks flame, embarrassment flooding my system. I didn't mean to run into anyone and I didn't mean to insult. "District eleven actually but yes, Moss." I say and feel her eyes look me over. I see a small smile pull up the corners of her lips and I can't help a smile. "Yeah, I'm from District 12, Mary Ellen Goulding is my name, but I prefer to go by Rainbow, that's the nickname I got back at home. You know doing the drugs and all that gets you a reputation." She says, grinning mischievously at me and I grin back. I like this girls spunk. She extends her hand and I shake it. "Just call me Moss. Although, my siblings call me Mossy." I laugh. Why am I telling her this? I only just met her but she seems like someone I can laugh with. "I'm really sorry for walking into you, I didn't mean to, I'm just not paying attention sometimes." I apologize again. I realize then that I don't want to kill this girl, the nickname making her impossible to want to kill. Rainbow, that's an interesting nickname. I think before looking at the other girl. Her eyes are really pretty, blue and green and really bright. It surprises me considering she's apparently a drug addict, normally I would think druggies would have paler skin and sickly colors but maybe not.

"So, what are you doing?" I ask, curious about what it is this girl is doing.

OOC: I'm so sorry, I can't Moss at the moment

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