axedents. sonja x tiger.

[k!ah]

[ SONJA ARCOPELLO ]

Being from district six you were expected to be smart, right? All the smart people came from their, like the scientist and stuff. But unlike all the doctors and nurses and scientist you were not among the smart group, but a left over searching for their own group. A group in which you had found. Back at home that is… but here, in the training centre, surrounded by people who were not either a doctor or a simpleton you found it much harder to find that special group. At home it had been easy, people had basically been shipped over to you, all you had to do was listen to their stories and after that they wanted to know you. But here the people were thinking about slicing your throat open, making it that much harder to bond with.

You had liked your district partner to some extent. He was weird I mean, he told you that he felt nothing for no one meaning that his sense in humanity would be close to zero meaning that was pretty scary. But putting that aside you could relate to him in ways that no one else would be able to, because you knew that he heard them too, he wouldn't admit it, but he didn't have to. You saw it written all over his face.

Your eyes slip over the station which was decorated by some devilish looking silver flesh slicers and your code crinkles and you keep walking. Only once had you stopped by a station that actually involved weapons and that one time you had sliced your hand open, the district one tribute was defiantly not impressed. Not that you cared, that girl was cold, from the tone in her voice to her death stare which you were sure could shoot daggers if she actually tried.

You are tempted to wander over to the fire station, but you think better of it, the last time you saw a fire things had gone pare shaped really quick. Fire was like a trigger for you, one that you wanted to stay away from. It takes you a moment to realise that you have circled back to the weaponry section of the training centre. Shrugging you walk over to the station that contains some dangerous looking double sided axe thingy ma bob. You pick it up and are surprised at how heavy the thing is, “woah.”

You grab the end of the wooden handle and lift the axe up so that it was sitting on your shoulder like a baseball bat might. You got this. Taking in a deep breath you walk over to one of the free dummies. You stare intently at the still human like figure, your eyes narrowing as you stare into its sightless ones. “Sorry, but this might hurt,” you mumble even you know you were going to get no response.

[✨ zozo.]

Jem seems to know what he's doing, scoping around the lower districts and giving them false information and feeding them lies. Even Dan seems to be sticking to our experienced crowd, scaring the others from afar. I guess that's what Careers are supposed to do, you know, let the others fall over their feet and have us fight it out to be the champion. Maybe I should do that, be a little more lethal, but I can be lethal when I want to be. tigers are lethal with their stripes and claws and teeth and roars and i can be like that when the time comes i can bite and scratch and scream and claw and rip out people's throats but i think i better save that fact until later better be a surprise instead. I can, and I will, but since we're all stuck here for the week I might as well be myself and let everyone know my name.

I wonder which they'll be more surprised at - my openness or my knife plunging into their neck. Perhaps that will be my game plan - to simply be myself. and then watch them double-take as a happy bubbly ray of sunshine kills their ally in a blink. The killing part doesn't sound awfully great but if I'm going to win then I'll do it. I'll kill them all. i wonder if i'll be able to say 'sorry but i'd quite like to go home sorry sorry whoops my bad sorry' or if they'll be dead before i open my mouth i wonder if i'll care i wonder if i'll still be as happy as i am here showing off my skills or if i'll care at all.

Gavin seemed pretty good with his axes and I probably need some practice so I find myself shoving my apology-filled predictions from my mind and bound over to the axe station, twirling one around in my hands. I throw it up - testing it's weight - again, and again, and again. i've never juggled an axe before but i've done knives i wonder if it'll be the same better not cut my eye out let's just try two and my hands find another, tossing them up and down in a rhythmic fashion. Juggling probably won't help me kill anybody but it sure looks impressive, and I smile at the girl I've joined can't remember her name or district for the life of me but i suppose that's a conversation starter hi i'm tiger and i'm from two but don't let that scare you just yet i can actually be quite pleasant just don't get in my way in the bloodbath , motioning to her axe as I speak.

"Any good with that?

tiger chautin 

[k!ah]

[ SONJA ARCOPELLO ]

You hold the blade steadily on your shoulder, you mind imagining it sinking into the plastic flesh of the dummy but even the thought of it striking the realistic skin made touch flinch slightly. You didn't want to have to imagine it, because you knew that hitting this dummy in what seemed like harmless practice wasn't actually just harmless practice by doing this you were actually considering the thought of being able to do this to an actual person. It wasn’t like the time you had the fire, the fire was different the fire was revenge, but this? This was just so that I could make it out of this death trap alive. A sigh touches your lips and you give your head a small shake, trying to push the thoughts of death out of your mind.

You take a quick peek around you, for hours now you have wandered around the training centre talking to new people getting an understanding of their chain of thoughts, of what the voices are whispering into their ears. You guess you are beginning to understand that the voices in your head a different to the voices say in Charlie's head. In char lies head they seemed to tell her to act as though the actual motion of breathing was a nuisance, where in your head they try to tell you that living was something that wasn't meant for you, everyday they give you knew challenges ones that will end your life- this, the game, their biggest challenge yet.

"Any good with that?”

The voice belongs to a girl with blonde air, she juggles a couple axes like they are just pieces of fruit and thats all you needed to confirm that se was Tiger, a career from district two. You flinch back from her outrageous juggling scared that she might miss and the blade might cut threw her flesh, or even worse, your own. “Not as good as you, obviously,” you nod towards the air borne axes, your eyes widening slightly. “I am not half bad,” the lie slips from your lips and you are not quite sure why you lie, maybe it is because if you told her the truth she might see you as an easy target and go for you first the in bloodbath.