[Day 3] Decathlon: 100m Hurdles

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DECATHLON: 100M HURDLES

Welcome to the Decathlon tournament 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 starting block, and remember, make your district proud!

The execution of this event is simple. Feel free to roleplay your character on the starting blocks and running, and then paste the code [*roll=349+1150] without the asterisks into your post and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This will result in a four-digit number that will correspond to a time, which is read with a decimal point separating the first two and the last two digits (e.g. 1264 is read as 12.64 seconds)

Additionally, you must paste the code [*roll range="1-10"] into your post for number of hurdles knocked over. This number will be divided by three and all remainders will be ignored. (So if you roll a 1 or a 2, you would knock down 0 hurdles; 3, 4, 5 would be 1 hurdle; 6, 7, 8 would be 2 hurdles; 9 and 10 would be 3 hurdles) One second will be added onto your score for each knocked down hurdle.

The competitor with the lowest time wins this event. Times for this event will be continually updated on this thread; however, the overall decathlon standings will be updated on a separate thread.

After you have rolled, feel free to edit your post with your character's reaction to each throw if you so desire, but please keep it to one post rather than multiple.

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

Roster
1. Elya Johnwayne - d2
2. Circe Lyon - d2
3. June Serpentine - d1
4. Phineas Pine - d2
5. Milo Birch - d2
6. Alexander Chastmen - d2
7. Amazonite Shore - d1
8. Emery Lane - d2
9. Alita Argent - d2
10. Ray Baitwell - d4


Event Standings
1. Elya Johnwayne - 12.94
2. Amazonite Shore - 13.01
3. Circe Lyon - 13.39
4. Alita Argent - 14.32
5. Alexander Chastmen - 14.61
6. Phyneas Pine - 14.90
7. Ray Baitwell - 15.38 (+1 point for filler at 20+ hours)
8. June Serpentine - 15.51
9. Milo Birch - 16.15 (+1 point for filler at 20+ hours)
10. Emery Lane -


Overall Decathlon Standings - Day 3
1. Circe Lyon - 33
2. June Serpentine - 29
3. Emery Lane - 27
4. Amazonite Shore - 27
5. Elya Johnwayne - 26
6. Alexander Chastmen - 18
7. Milo Birch - 18
8. Alita Argent - 17
9. Ray Baitwell - 14
10. Phineas Pine - 13



TL;DR
Dice: [*roll=349+1150] THEN [*roll range="1-10"] (order matters)
Deadline: 09/04 ~11:59pm EST

[gamemaker kelsier]

“I am not a woman.
I am an inferno.”

Running. She was good at running. Jumping not so much. She cringed in the tiniest of movements as she recalled day one and her poor performance on the high jump. That had been devastatingly horrible. It had made her be in seventh place on Day One. She could almost hear Nero Grimm's sardonic laughter in the back of her head. Today she couldn't fail so hard, not when she was just clinging to third place by a few points. She had to make it over the hurdles, her goal was to make it over at least eight. The problem was that she wasn't so tall, her legs were shorter than most and she had a tendency to hook her foot on a hurdle when she trained.

Today she wouldn't, she'd remember to tuck her foot in and she would shove her success in everybody's faces, especially Circe Lyon's who seemed to enjoy walking around with a holier-than-thou attitude. She hated that, specifically when she'd heard so many rumors about the bitch and her dead brother. Apparently they'd been a bit more to each other than just siblings. She'd also learned just how much gossip happened at these things. With the strength of the rumor mill at Olympic events a revolution could likely be started. That was if everyone wasn't so devoted to tearing everyone else down.

Lucky for her she had no interest in a revolution.

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Ray Baitwell

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“Never give a person a piece of your mind when all you really wanted to do

was give them a piece of your heart.”

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[Loony]

The saltiness in the air is a mixture of the sea and the sweat of the olympians. It leaks from me, threatening to drip of the edges of my sharp nose, and falls ever so persistent onto the spongy track. The air is full of the humidity from the salty body of water and my clothes cling to me from my limbs. I try to ignore the stickiness and focus on the 100 meters I have ahead of me.

The hurdles lay in front of me, each threatening to fall at the slightest mistake. I take a deep breath, as I prepare for the dash ahead of me. I am unsure if my goal should be more focussed on avoiding knocking over any hurdles or go faster than the others.

When the gun goes off, I sprint.

Run.
    Breathe.
            Jump. 
    Breathe.
Run.
    Breathe.
            Jump.

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[Arrows]

Xander Chastmen
You Better Run Fast Because I Am Coming After You...

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    Xander had woken up this morning with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was left with the reminder of his utter failure in the decathlon when he fell to sixth place in the over rankings. His chances were greatly dimmed but he knew he could never give up. For if he just rolled over and gave up the Capitol and all of Panem for that matter, would consider him a small loser. In all honesty, they were considering him that already calling his first day performance a lucky break. When Xander heard that it caused his blood to boil so hot it could melt through diamonds. Even now as he stood in the locker room of the Olympic Stadium his blood was bubbling under his slightly tanned skin. Xander would not let himself get knocked around by these bigger and more experienced careers. He had a reputation to hold up, one he had worked hard to keep. Xander knew that yesterday he had relaxed a little during his main speed event but now would be different. His father always told him that a mistake wasn't a mistake if you learned from it. Well now Xander had officially learned from his mistakes, or at least he believes he has. The only way to prove this though was by going out there and placing on the top of the others.

    Xander had run through many obsticle courses over the years of his training and his speed and lithe body had made him a master of it. Yet now he had to really tune into his body and the hurdles, one slip and it was over. As Xander took his place on the starting block he forced himself to close his eyes and tune out everyone and everything around him. He imagined himself in another arena, this time a thick jungle, running yet again from a deadly tribute trying to kill him. He could see himself now running rapidly through the hot and sticky jungle when large rocks begin popping up. His heart is already racing when the gun fires and he is off sprinting. Life or death, life or death, keeps repeating itself in his mind. He almost forgets to stop when he crosses the finish line, then as his vision floats away. His eyes float up to the final times..

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Final Time with missed hurdles: 13.61

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[Meghan]

FIller for MILO BIRCH. I have a shitload of homework due before midnight tonight, so this post will have to wait until after that. Sorry D:.

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Time: 12.15

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Hurdles: 3

Time: 15.15

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[Kire]

ღ J u n e ✧ S e r p e n t i n e ღ

Does, Says, Thinks

They search for ways to cause me to fail and they never seem to understand that I will always conquer. I am a snake, I fear no boundaries or markers, I scale all walls and slither through the crack in each person's defenses. My fangs are sharp and I have been waiting so desperately to sink them into someone's flesh. It has been too long since I was last satiated. My desire for someone else's suffering has been unanswered for such a time as to make my legs weak. I stand at the start, eyes up to gaze at the obstacles before me. I imagine a snack at the end, some portion which I might cause pain and anguish in so as to feast. I starve for the love of someone, and it was about time I received it.

I listen for the sound that signaled the start, waiting hushed and coiled to spring forward. It was time I reclaimed what was mine. I would take back first place from that bitch. She claims I have taken testosterone, but she misunderstands. I do not inject myself with the stuff of men, I simply watch as it causes the downfall in all of them. It is time I regain my stature. Fear me, Lyon, for I am the snake.

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Time: 13.51
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Total time: 15.51 seconds

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

CIRCE LYON

A dog.

The Shore bitch had called her a dog.

There was still a smart, cunning, strategic voice in her brain. Unfortunately, in the midst of short nights and extreme physical exertion, it had all but been silenced. During the break between the day's events, Circe had risen to the bait. She'd been careful, kept her lines clean and the look natural. Still, when she walked back onto the turf, not a hair was out of place, not a bit of exposed skin naked. She'd passed the bronzer over everything from her ankles to her forehead. All because of one girl and a shitty insult.

Circe smoothed her already glossy hair, braided and pinned into a crown atop her head. She hadn't eaten, hadn't stretched. Stupid, and pointless. She was only playing into Amazonite's elegant hands. She sauntered across the turf, just in time to watch her slip too low over one hurdle. Just one.

And Circe had used all of her luck up on Day Two.

Amazonite's time flashed and it was impressive. Not that she needed to know that. No, the only thing the Shore protege needed to know was that it was best to stay in the middle of the pack. Circe needed, to hear Jamie's name, her name, echo across the stadium. She was willing to do most anything to get it there.

"Did that big white hurdle sneak up on you?" She purred.

When her turn finally came, she felt the pressure of the stadium on her shoulders. She was fast, but her center of gravity was too high. The hurdles had a way of getting caught between her legs. More than once in recent weeks she had fallen spectacularly on her face. Not today, she prayed, always to the same person.

And in the end, her score came out just a few points over Amazonite's. She was still huffing as she slowed next to the dark-haired girl. Just as she turned to speak, her own face lit up the screens. Yes, she had a little sheen of sweat, but her makeup had never looked better. All thanks to Amazonite. Her smirk soured into something that almost resembled a smile. "Guess that one has a vendetta against us both."

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[✨ zozo.]

alita argent

She's barely any good at keeping her arms and legs from giving out whilst running, let alone jumping over things whilst she's at it. Running in a straight line is simple - there's nothing to think about except getting faster and faster and faster. But hurdles? That required timing, precision, landing, thinking in less than a second and not imploding within yourself and stopping at the jump altogether.

What makes her scared is usually what she's running away from, not towards. Fear is at the back of her skull and gets smaller and smaller the longer she pushes herself to keep moving forward. But facing it head-on, conquering it, leaping and bounding over something that makes her terrified? If only she could leap back out of the spotlight and into the shadows.

bang!

The sound makes her jump regardless.

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[aya]

Elya Johnwayne

and all that's left is a blind reflection
but you know what's coming and you regret it

After her spectacularly awful display at discus, Elya's mood had stormclouded once again. She was not any more eager to get to hurdles, an event which required lots of quick jumping — which was always a crapshoot on her bum leg — and, worse, depth perception. No, Day 3 wasn't looking to be much good for her at this point — on top of the shittiest of Decathlon events, she'd accidentally gotten stuck in rowing of all fucking events, and that was sure to be interesting in the worst way possible.

She tried to clear her mind of distractions, but caught herself snickering at the interaction between Circe Lyon and Amazonite Shore. It came as no surprise that any of the the competitors were at odds with one another, considering the very nature of the event — and the very nature of the participants — but that did not make the flares of rivalry any less entertaining. The Johnwayne considered herself above the whole ordeal, regardless of her current standing; she had conquered mountains larger than this in her few years and didn't need some metal disc around her neck to tell her so. Besides, the alternative was hating and berating herself for her poor performance, and that just wasn't a fruitful use of her energy.



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{i've "interested" plenty in my time}

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