[Day 1] Long Jump

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Long Jump

Welcome to the long jump of the second 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 jumps, and then paste the code [*roll=195+600] without the asterisks into your post THREE TIMES and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This will result in a three-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. 682 is read as 6.82 meters) Each participant will be measured by their best jump only, not their average distance or the sum of their jumps.

The competitor with the furthest distance wins this event. Distances for this event will be continually updated on this thread. After you have rolled, feel free to edit your post with your character's reaction to each jump if you so desire, but please keep it to one post rather than multiple.

There is NO POSTING ORDER; you may post your jumps whenever you please. Keep in mind that this event must be wrapped up by the end of the Olympics Day.

Roster
1. Emery Lane - d2
2. Isabella Davis - d2
3. Shiv Stewart - d1
4. Neil Emerson - d1
5. Bette Sublino - d1
6. Aurelie Fray - d1
7. Zeus Sumner - d4
8. Bartholomew Swallow-Birch - d2
9. Annaslise Birch - d2
10. Jaguar Lyre - d1


Standings
1. Isabella Davis - 7.90m
2. Neil Emerson - 7.87m
3. Jaguar Lyre - 7.82m
4. Shiv Stewart - 7.81m
5. Emery Lane - 7.73m
6. Annalise Birch - 7.46m
7. Bette Sublino - 7.43m
8. Bartholomew Swallow-Birch - 7.01m
9. Zeus Sumner - 6.77m



TL;DR
Dice: 3 x [*roll=195+600]
Deadline: 08/23 ~11:59pm EST

[Meghan]

Annalise Birch
District Two - Twelve - 0 words

They underestimated the quiet twelve year old from two, the last born of one the largest career families district two has ever seen. You couldn't speak and you were shorter than everyone else. They thought you to be weaker than all of them. But they forgot several key factors.

First, they had never heard the phrase "silent but deadly" used for anything more than something unmentionable. Yet this phrase described you perfectly. You liked being in their shadows, it made you feel powerful. Nobody ever suspects the killer they cannot see or hear. You had mastered the art of stealth years ago when you had come to terms with your lack of vocal skills.

Second, they believed you to be stupid. That wasn't true. You just didn't bother to communicate with them much. The perfect killer is the one that nobody would ever blame. You trained in secret just so you could show them up.

Third, they forgot you were a dancer. Although you were tiny, every inch of you was covered in muscle they would never even suspect. You could leap almost as high as Milo now, and you were able to jump further. The Olympics were meant for you to show them, show her, that you were better.

It started with this event. The long jump. You were ready to prove yourself...

You took a running start and leaped into the air...

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Neil wasn't the type to be upset. He was just having a bad day in all of his other events. This one was one that Neil would win. He had to win. He had to destroy everyone else. He was currently practicing an hour before. He was trying to get his legs ready for it. Neil then, stretched and prepared his mind for the competition. He knew he could jump pretty far. He always was ready to be able to jump far. This was his competition. Neil was ready and waited until it was his turn. He had to show that he was just as good as some of the other District 1's. It was his goal. He wanted to win and prove everyone wrong. He was here to win it. His first jump, he knew he wasn't going to do great on. He messed up on it already and that's when he landed at about 6.06 meters. Neil prepared for the next one. HE went for it and got farther, 7.83 meters. He knew it wasn't bad, but he wanted better. He still had one more try. He went for it and got 7.87 meters. Neil was happy with it and decided that it was good enough for him. He left with a grin on his face, knowing a medal was his.

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[Zeus]

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[shrimp]

B E T T E S U B L I N O

She didn't find track and field; track and field found her, while she ran across the district while the crickets chirped and the moon shone overhead. It embraced her with open arms as all she did was run and jump, over fences and through alleyways and climbed stairwells to the roofs of apartment buildings where the stars shone overhead and her family looked down on her. Sometimes, she thinks that she can almost detect her father's face nestled among the stars, looking down on her with some sense of pride. She does it all for him, after all; all the crafting, all the black market deals.

She just wants to make him proud. That's all she's ever really wanted, now that she thinks of it. 14 year old Bette Sublino just thought that all she wanted to do was take over the family business, selling antiques and fixing up trinkets for as long as she lived. Each piece of metal spoke to her just as it did her father, and the two of them always would be fixing pocketwatches late into the night, humming tunes as harmonious as the colors that danced in front of their eyes. She sees the colors right now as well, only they're clashing together in a cacophony of cheers and boos as she makes her way to the sand pit.

Bette doesn't expect to do well - to be honest she's surprised she even qualified for any of her events, let alone three. She ran because that's all she could do, ran because it was the only thing that would chase the thoughts away. Running her way to a medal is something that she doesn't expect to happen; this is a dream, and like all good dreams, they must come to an end. That doesn't mean she can't hope though, and she pictures her father sitting in the crowd among the rest of the family (she can see Aja from here, cheering with a huge banner that just says BETTE in a bright blue that is the same color as the sky and complementary to the shouts that ring in her ears).

Adrenaline courses through her veins as she stares down at the pit, at the line that she just has to touch (but not go over, even a hair over and she scratches, she's done that far too many times to ever forget). And as she closes her eyes she imagines herself soaring, flying far away from here to the heavens and back again. Maybe she could tell her father how sorry she is, tell him that what she's doing is to make them strong again, to make them whole again.

She hopes he would understand. But his morals were always black and white and hers are gray and muddy. The family antique business has turned into a front, and that might have hurt him the most. At some point though, Bette doesn't really care. She's going to make their business the best that it's ever been, regardless of the consequences.

Who knows, maybe she'll come home with a medal around her neck and newfound determination. Or maybe she'll come home with absolutely nothing at all.

She's okay with that.

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[ミSailor彡]

Emery Lane
so here I am.
i'm right back at it again.
just like i've always said,
"if you're too cool for school,
i ain't here to make no friends."

I've never seen so many people and so many cameras in one place at one time, besides Reaping Day. Part of me wonders why so many people care, no one is going to die here. They just can't wait until the next games to see young men and women compete. I can't lie though, I'm here for the competition. To prove myself. Maybe to show off a little bit. I've trained so hard my whole life and have yet to be reaped. My eighteenth birthday is not too far away, at least this will be one opportunity for me to show Panem what I can do. 

This event is perfect for me. My long legs gives me pretty good leverage, especially over my shorter competitors. I'm called up to take my turn. I shake off the nerves that pinch the tip of my fingers before I ready myself. The past few days, I've practiced this particular event day in and day out. This was the only one I could really see myself falling behind in. Sure, I can run and swim. But for some reason, it never really crossed my mind to jump around and see how far I can go. But I'm always up for a challenge. I doubt any of these other people have dedicated their entire lives to jumping as far as they can, so I probably have just as much chance as the rest of them. More of a chance even. I feel the eyes piercing my back as I prepare to take my jump. That's right, eyes on me. I guiltlessly indulge in the attention as I throw myself forward as far as I can.

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[[nyte]]

J A G U A R  L Y R E

Pride was not useless. This is the what stuck in the young man's mind as he prepared himself. The cuts left by Mother's sharp nails stung as sweat kissed them . The sweet agony was enough to make his heart throb, head spin with enthusiasm.  The pain anchored him to the world in a way he'd never be able to describe. 

Excitement had just begun to settle in, the further he ran from his parents the better he felt. Such a revelation was enough to cause Jag to stop in his tracks. They did not provide the burning in his muscles or the ache of his chest. Jaguar created his own pain, and that pain was better than anything his parents had provided. It made him sure of himself, like he could conquer the world with a single leap. 

He wasn't opposed to trying.

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[ghosty]

Oh, what should I do... JUMP!


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[rook]

Drifting in and out
See the road you're on
You came rolling down the cheek
You say just what you need

Jumping. Pointless exercise. A Career performs best when he fights. I would be much better off performing in the sabre, or an event that actually pitted me one on one with another opponent. Instead I have to do some kind of solo performance. There is no heart-in-mouth, gut instinct adrenaline rush. No. This is nothing but a test of one's physicality. Elliot would be better off doing events like this, not me. I prefer to have someone I can look in the eye and fight. I get no enemy. The only enemy out there is myself.

I grind my teeth, looking at the sand pit in front of me. How hard can it be, right? Just jump. When I think about it, jumping is actually one of my strengths. How many times has Elliot come at me, waving both his brick-sized fists at me? Every time I was able to dive out of his way, jump out of his reach, or climb to a higher point than him. My twin is slow and cumbersome, whereas I am nimble and fast. Jumping is something I might be good at, if I can get the speed and angle right.

Fine. I will partake. Kitted up with shorts, spikes and my purple District Two vest, I break into a run. Faster and faster, building up as much momentum as is possible before I reach that white line and launch my entire body forwards, shooting my legs up into a sitting position to become as aerodynamic as possible. I soar before hitting the sand in a cloud of potential glory.

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[aya]

slow down you crazy child
you're so ambitious for a juvenile
but then if you're so smart tell me
why are you still so afraid?

Shiv Stewart —

Shiv had done okay at discus — she threw consistently, at least — but she still detested the fact that she hadn't even been close to medaling. Ugh. That was alright, though — she had a handful of events left for the first day — this one was the long jump, which she planned to own. After all, she was tall for her age, and even if almost everyone else was bigger, they were fatter too and would fall like down into the sand pit.

Not Shiv, though. She was springy, lithe and quick and she'd take flight when she leaped —


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