[Day 2] Epee Round 1: Millison vs. Pine, P.

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EPEE ROUND 1: MILLISON VS. PINE, P.

Welcome to the Individual Epee tournament of the second Panem Olympic Games! The fencing strips are 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 starting block, and remember, make your district proud!

See also: Epee Information Thread

The three fencing events (Epee, Sabre, and Foil) are tournaments, which follow brackets. Each match will have its own thread, which will be posted by me. Feel free to roleplay your character fencing their opponent for each touch and then paste the code [*roll range="1-4"] without the asterisk into your post and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This corresponds to the number of points your competitor scored in a row, and will be added to your total. All fencing bouts go to fifteen touches and follow turn order, as a regular fight using the combat system would.

The competitor who reaches fifteen points first wins the bout and moves on to the next round. As the bouts finish, the winners will be recorded here; when all the first round bouts have been completed, the bracket will be updated and the next round will start.

CURRENT SCORE

Diamond Millison: 14
Phineas Pine: 15



TL;DR
Dice: [*roll range="1-4"] until someone reaches 15. Take turns.
Deadline: 08/28 ~11:59pm EST

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D I A M O N D M I L L I S O N

After day one’s standings, Diamond was wedged somewhere between the temptation to chuckle and the temptation to sigh.

The discus throw yielded unsatisfactory results. She was the 5th in standings – which wasn’t terrible, considering that was the halfway point – meaning she had bested five competitors, but would leave without a medal. Her mother would definitely express her disappointment in that when she was shipped back to District One, but maybe there was still time to compensate.

Maybe there was still time to start caring about the athletics, not just the people and the festivities.

Mother’s incessant nagging (inevitable if she continued to lose) haunted her as she stepped up to the line, sword in hand. Her opponent was a nice-looking boy named Phyneas Pine – relative to the famous dead tribute Ares Pine, she recalled. She hoped he didn’t consider himself a special snowflake because of his family name.

”Good luck to you,” she said with an air of nonchalance, only to be polite. She didn’t pray for luck on his part, it just seemed fitting to say something friendly before a match.

Was she starting to turn into her sister?

She shrugged it off and donned her helmet. Let the duel begin.

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[Loony]

After the standings first day of the decathlon, I wasn't holding my breath with that event. Instead I turn my attention to the epee, an event more than suitable for a trained career like me, in fact, the long metal sword in my hand seems to mold to my hand. As the matches occur around me, I practice a variety of lunges, jabs, and blocks. Épée is quicker and more violent then any of the varieties of fencing, and it will require all of my attention and focus.

I know that my attention span is equal to that of a child's, but I'm sure I can hold it long enough to win. (At least I hope I can) So as I step up to the mat I study the enemy, a girl with brown hair and chocolate eyes. I almost sigh, because I know that if by some miracle I loss this fight, my family is more than likely going to disown me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Then pull walk forward and get ready for the match.

The girl whose name I've already forgotten tosses a few polite words towards me. "Good luck to you," and it is so fucking obvious she couldn't give less of a shit. My eye twitches, so annoyed at these peoples hypocrisy.

"Don't bother humoring me. We both know you give a shit about me and I don't give a shit about you. So let's go." With that I turn around and take a final breath of preparation as I pull down the helmet, and am stunned as the girl already landed a hit. But I quickly lunge forward in a counter attack.

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D I A M O N D M I L L I S O N

Diamond’s mask of focus quickly twisted into a scowl. This must be what Pearl experiences on a dailsy basis; being polite to someone, then getting stomped on. Of course it was obvious that Diamond was feigning interest in the event itself, but she never hinted anything about her opinions toward Phyneas. She had actually been faintly interested in getting to know him after the match, had he turned out to be formidable and respectable.

His disgusting attitude just changed her mind.

”What crawled up your ass?” She snarked in return, glancing at the current scores. A solid tie so far, but now her nerves were all jittery and hot. What was this guy’s problem?

”I wasn’t humoring you. It’s called being polite.”

She exhaled an exasperated sigh through his nostrils, and lunged for the next series of parries. Was there not an ounce of human decency in the Olympics? This wasn’t the damn Hunger Games, there was no reason to snap like a grouchy turtle.

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[Loony]

There once was an old aristocrat who whispered too loudly, and when I was young I had the misfortune of bumping into her. When I had reached the limit of my ability to make small talk, I turned away, and heard her whisper, "Told you retards are rude."  I spent that night crying staring at the grey ceiling and trying to identify what I've done to deserve this treatment. I decided on that night that I've done nothing, absolutely nothing to be demanded a retard.

However, this girl I'm dueling is blissfully unaware of my status, and has created a general dislike of me only because I've been an asshole. "What crawled up your ass? I wasn’t humoring you. It’s called being polite." I sigh, how can I be such a fucking idiot. Why do I always misread this people? Why am I always so stupid?

"I'm sorry. I'm just an idiot. I'm just a fucking idiot. Let me try this again." Her mask hides her face, but I hope it shows some kind of acceptance. "Good luck to you, too."

And then I attack.

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D I A M O N D M I L L I S O N

She only landed a single hit, and then he was speaking to her again. His tone was softer this time, apologetic. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to fool her or not. It sounded genuine, but she couldnt see past the black texture of his mask. It was distracting her.

”Thank you,” he said.

What a strange turn of events.

She grunted when he struck again, frustrated that the dialogue was making her focus waver. She was to blame for it, though. She had started the conversation in the first place, and she knew how to balance speaking with fighting. She was a career, this sword-fighting nonsense was her forte. She could win this no matter how many words were spoken.

”Thank you, that's all I wanted to hear,” she replied promptly, her tone stiffer than she expected it to be. She was still wary of the sincerity, but she would accept his words without further questioning.

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[Loony]

A single hit before she steps back and says "Thank you, thats all I wanted to hear." And I know its time for the real competition. I refocus on my target, this girl in front of me. I grit my teeth and take a breathe. Time for the real thing.

She has already gotten me more then a few times, but I'm not going to be distracted anymore. I'm ready for this game and I do not plan on losing anything quiet yet.

"Alright, now we have a match going."

And with that I attack. Time to win for Ares.

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D I A M O N D M I L L I S O N

”Alright, now we have a match going.”

He was right.

Now that they had settled their short-lived dispute, she could finally clear her head of the fog. No more frustration, no more curiosity, no more friendly conversation. Banish every last ounce of it. Your focal point is your opponent’s body. The tip of her sword was practically gleaming with hunger. Victory could be within her grasp if she found his weak spots.

She could finally take the sport seriously.

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[Loony]

I managed a to get a single tap then yanked back. I was falling apart. Everything was going to shit, she landed a series of hits, and her score was rising. I tried to focus but the it became harder and harder to stay on the task at hand. The girl was not speaking, and I had no planes to either. This was time to get this damn match over with.

I focus on the target before me, and only her white suit. Its time to hit anything that moved.

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D I A M O N D M I L L I S O N

Victory was only four successes away. She could almost taste it.

When they were children, Pearl would always ask her what victory tasted like. She had always thought of the phrase as strange, and did not experience enough victories to understand. ”Like chocolate covered strawberries,” Diamond had replied.

”I love chocolate covered strawberries!”

Exactly.

The taste of victory was not tangible, but if she managed to pull through this first round she would definitely celebrate with some chocolate-covered strawberries.

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[Loony]

I know her win is only two points away. Two points and then I'm screwed. So I take a deep breath and try to get a series of hits that may let me get a lead. I have no clue what I'm gonna do after this lose. My family might kill me, at least I'm not losing to some one from District 1 or 4. Instead I get to lose to a girl from District 2.

What a treat.

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D I A M O N D M I L L I S O N

He was getting desperate, and she was getting too anxious for the conclusion. Their actions spoke for them; with only two points away from victory, she was slipping up, allowing him to sneak in four more hits. Now the score was too close for her to bear.

Her heart was pounding. Everyone was watching. Her mother would be leaning on the couch, resisting the urge to nibble on her manicured nails. What a show this was.

She needed to end it.

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[Loony]

Three points. It was so close, so close to victory. But she was closer, she was going to get it. She was a mere point away. It would take a miracle to land three hits before she gets a single point. I take in a lungful of oxygen, and lunge with everything I got, everything I have left goes into these hits. And I'm rewarded.

one, two, three

and I win. Victory tastes of stale air of within the helmet. And I yank it off, and hug the girl who had such a negative impression of me. "Thank you."

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Total Points: 15

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