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Milen Roxen
Age 15/Female\District Four


We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain
We jumped never asking why
We kissed, I fell under your spell.
A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

-Wrecking Ball by Miley Cirus

Milen was throwing knives hard a dummy releasing all her anger out on it. Her parents had yelled at her because she had gotten sick yesterday and hadn't gone to career training. She hated herself for not going because she knew she had to practice and show everyone she wasn't weak like Mizar. Everyone had been looking at her like she was a poor little girl who needed to be comforted ever since her sister died. Well the truth was that Milen didn't really care about the little weakling who was her sister.

She was sick of getting the look. She had been getting it since the 66th Hunger Games and Mizar had come back in a black coffin which had the words engraved on the lid:


Mizar Roxen
66th Hunger Games

She had thrown another knife right at the dummy and it stuck in the last one she had thrown, right in the hilt. The career trainers tell her specifically not to do that because they had been having to replace quite a lot of knives recently. The only problem is is that Milen doesn't really care what the trainers say.

She threw another knife, but instead of aiming it at the heart where the other knives where lodge, she threw at the head. The knife hit dead center of the target in the head.

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AN: sorry i don't have a template currently, i plan on getting one soon.
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     Ryan had been going to career training lately, but today was a new day. He wanted to make it special, memorable. He walked in the career center and immediately saw a girl at the throwing knife station, knife on knife. She had hit the knife on top of the other. His jaw dropped. He could throw well, but he had never saw someone so defiant over the trainers. They yelled at her instantly, but by her expression, Ryan knew that she didn't care at all. She was a feisty one. He walked over to the station and recognized her. Ryan didn't remember her name, or who she was, but he had remembered that her sister had died in the games 2 years ago. Everyone gave her sympathy, yet he could read her expressions about that too. She also didn't care about her sister, and certainly hated all the sorrow people were giving to her.

     She threw a knife at the dummy again, but this time it went somewhere different. Straight into the middle of the section labeled 'brain' with an outline around it. He walked up to her and picked up a few knives. 
     "Nice shot", he remarked.

[pup]

Milen Roxen
Age 15/Female\District Four


We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain
We jumped never asking why
We kissed, I fell under your spell.
A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

-Wrecking Ball by Miley Cirus

At the sound of a voice she turned around. She looked at the boy who had just complimented her. It was a boy seeming to be about her age. She had seen him around before but she had forgotten his name. Renard. Richard. Ryan! Of course it was Ryan. He was kind of good looking. Tall and strong like most of the careers who trained here. He was kind of handsome too but she pushed that thought out of her head.

"Thanks." She said. Milen didn't really care about how others thought about her though. As long as it wasn't thinking she was a weak scared little girl. She had been getting compliments like nice shot and amazing ever since she was 9 and had started career training.

Ever since she had learned to wield a sword her trainers had clapped for her as she sliced off a dummies head. Ever since she learned to throw knives dead center to a target she had been getting compliments from that. She felt the need to be polite to a fellow career though. She took up another knife and turned back to the target.

She thought about where to hit it next. Somewhere hard to hit most likely. She threw the knife and in a second it landed in the dummies hand. Hard to hit but won't kill.

OOC: it's ok

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     He remembered her now. Her name was Milen. It was a very uncommon name to have, yet it still sounded gorgeous. The first thing he noticed about her was that she didn't seem to talk much. All she had said was a 'thank you'. That wasn't a bad thing though. She was focused. She's the type of girl perfect for the games. Focused, and short-tempered = determination. Without determination you can't have hope, and without hope, you can't win. He figured he'd impress her with a few skilled shots with his knives, and then maybe head over to the trident station. He was okay with a trident, but there was definitely room for improvement. He picked up a few knives and got settled at the station next to Milen. He pulled back and released. He watched as the blade spun through the air and land directly next to the center of the dummy- where the heart should be. Ryan laughed and took a step back.
     "Would you call that a good shot?", Ryan asked Milen, who was staring directly at the dummy  Ryan impaled. He smiled.

[pup]

Milen Roxen
Age 15/Female\District Four


We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain
We jumped never asking why
We kissed, I fell under your spell.
A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

-Wrecking Ball by Miley Cirus

Milen saw the knife hit the dummy near the heart. She was kind of impressed knowing that most people didn't start their career training as early as she did. So hitting near the heart was just as good as hitting it. Milen had only mastered the art of hitting dead center last month.

Milen shrugged and said simply, "It's good I suppose."

Even though she was rather impressed by it. She looked at him in wonder which she didn't let show. How could he have gotten that close. She knew most people started at the age of 10 or 11. She had started at the age of eight and had practiced for 7 years before mastering it. He must have started later and to get that close now was impressive.

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     Ryan was extremely happy with his shot. Even Milen, the best thrower our age had been impressed. That had made him look good for a second. All of the knife throwers, and others in the area stopped and stared. Ryan finally remembered again that the career training was only if he got reaped for the games. He took a few shots after that. All in the brain, and major arteries, even with the moving targets too. He was very accurate on every hit. But that wasn't his thing. He was the best 15 year old knife-throwing boy because he hit hard. Really hard. If he was in the games, he would obviously hit pretty accurately in a major artery, and the gash would be deep enough to kill.
     "Do you wanna try sparring with these knives?' He questioned Milen. "I mean, if we were in the games long range isn't enough. You need to know how to kill from close up too," he said. He was also pretty good at close range, but he was better at far. He asked Milen, waiting for her to share with him her next thought.

[pup]

Milen Roxen
Age 15/Female\District Four


We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain
We jumped never asking why
We kissed, I fell under your spell.
A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

-Wrecking Ball by Miley Cirus

Milen thought for a moment. Most people didn't really fight with knives much but she supposed she could try. She didn't practice it very often though because when ever she asks one of the trainers to help her with it she always gets pushed to the ground with a blunted knife at her throat.

She didn't want to seem like a chicken though so she said, "Sure." Milen picked up a blunted sparing knife hesitantly. She was good at throwing not stabbing really closely. She liked to see blood, but not on her. If she was in the games these would be one of the last weapons she would use.

"Are you sure though." She asked nervously. She had seen some career boys spar with knives before. Generally she thought the boys were better and the up close combat part and the girls seemed better at distance. She hoped Ryan wasn't like the other career boys though because then she would pushed to the ground easily with a blunted knife pointing at her and feeling humiliated.

Milen hated to feel humiliated.

Mizar had done that to her in the 66th games by dying.

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     Ryan was excited that she said yes. He'd seen many girls fall in the games to sparring with knives, and almost completely failing. But if he were in the games, that wouldn't be him. Yesterday he sparred against a swordsman, and won. That was a shocker because Ryan usually didn't win to such a skilled opponent. He definitely wasn't bad. If two or three inexperienced non-careers came up on him, he could most likely have two dead, and one on the ground. Yet he wasn't that good. One time he tried taking on two careers at once. He remembered. One was the fierce Jacob Mylof, who had became one of the best swordsman in the district. The other was a newbie 12 year old girl. Ryan had managed to get Jacob down, but when he turned around the girl had ever so softly, and slowly gotten him. Ryan was frozen. He could've one, but instead he let the girl win, and he didn't know why. One thing was for sure. He wanted to help Milen get better than she was, whatever her skill level. He gave her a few tips on good knives to use, and the stance and reflex she should fight with. They got ready to fight. He doubted she would take all his tips, but that's who she was. The girl who breaks the rules. Ryan kind of liked that.
     Then he asked her, "Are you ready?"


ooc: I made up that Jacob Mylof guy

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OOC: Sorry no template I'm kind of busy

Milen readied her knife in her hand remembering what happened last time she had. It was against a career named Jacob Mylof who she didn't really like to much. She remembered that when he challenged her he made a bet. It was a few days after he had asked her out on a date and she had denied. She remembered the bet: If you win you don't have to go out with me, but if I win you do. Milen was then determined to win.

Unfortunately though she didn't win and had to go on a date with a boy she despised. Hopefully it wouldn't go to her losing this time. Her hand gripped the blunted knife so hard fingers turned white. "I'm ready when you are." She said shakily, hoping he didn't notice her anxiety.

Milen got into a ready position, and started to breath heavily in worryment.

OOC: lol I call those OSC(on the spot characters). I remember once when I made up and OSC and actually ended up making a bio for him and everything.

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OOC: rewriting btw love the creative idea! (OSC)

     Milen answered, "I'm ready when you are". As soon as she said this Ryan got the feeling she didn't really like sparring with knives. She shook when she said that. She was obviously nervous, but also careful not to make the wrong move. Ryan felt almost the same way, but most likely a little more confident. He picked up to medium sized daggers to fight with. They were similar to large throwing knives.
     "Before we start", Ryan offered,"maybe wanna try using these? They're similar to throwing knives. I'll fight with them to if you like." He pulled a gentle smile. When Ryan smiled like that he almost always meant 'I want to do this'. It was more of a command than a question, but he said it in a way that it was Milen's choice. After all, he had heard she was short-tempered, and that was something he didn't want to deal with. He'd come so far already, ruining their friendship now would be like building the up the Justice Hall just to blow it up.

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OOC: thanks!

Milen tensed at the voice he used. It was like a command. She hated getting ordered around. She just wanted to get this over with and calm herself down from losing. "No these knives are ok." She said trying and successfully copying his tone. She hated when people used that tone on her. She got it a lot. From Lulianna, her mother, her father, even Mizar when she was still alive.

She got ready again with the blunted knives in hand. "Come on pretty boy. Show me what you've got." She said in the same tone she had copied earlier. Then she lunged at him with the blunted knife.

OOC: Sorry it's short.

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OOC: np and its ok! 

     What Milen did was understandable. Ryan had given a harsh tone to a girl who can't stand harsh tones, and Milen had said something rude back. But out of all words, she had to say 'pretty-boy'! Ryan hated that term because since he was little that was the number one thing they had called him to get him mad. Ryan hated that so much. From, 'hey pretty-boy' to 'look its little pretty-boy', they all annoyed him. He was a hard person to set off, but Milen had just done it. As she lunged at him, Ryan wasn't completely ready. Usually he was the one lunging. He simply side-stepped the attack. Milen wasn't that bad, actually she was quite good. Her confidence, probably made her that way. Ryan let her have the chance to get up, but once she did, he was ready to take out all of his anger on her. Milen had pushed Ryan right of the edge. It was a fair move, and Ryan viewed it that way. As soon as she got up, Ryan took a swing at her, that turned into a full blown lunge.

OOC: mine was short too XD

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Milen was breathing heavily from her lunge which she had thrust all power into. She hated that he had dodged her. She hated that she was awful at sparring with knives. She just wished she could be better. Hopefully her mother won't here about this from the career trainers. Then she would hear non-stop about it. 'Milen how could you lose in a fight!' 'Milen! I thought you were going to make the family proud in the Hunger Games but you couldn't win in a small fight!' 'Milen...' Milen hated when her mother went on about it.

She remembered the last time her mother had, it was during the 66th Hunger Games and she was going on and on about how Mizar disgraced the family. Milen agreed with her wholeheartedly but it got a bit annoying after an hour of it.

Then Ryan attacked with a lunge at her. It hit her straight in the stomach knocking the air out of her. She stumbled back a few places before regaining her balance. She was angry now. She quickly swiped the blunted blade at him, hopefully it will bruise him on his shoulder.

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     When Ryan lunged at Milen, it caught her off guard. He had tackled her! He had put half of his full force into that, mostly because he didn't want to hurt Milen. It still got her down good though, even better than Ryan thought it would. But here was a surprise, after she had taken a few paces back, her hand flew forward, with her blunted knife in it. It was coming at him faster than he thought it would. Most likely her anger pumping adrenaline through Milen's whole body. This one was different though, he couldn't really move to the side, he was still on the ground. He had an idea.
     When her knife approached his shoulder, he quickly decided to try and block with his knife, and roll over back onto his feet. Unfortunately, he wasn't so quick to conclusions. As her blunted knife came down on him, he tried to block with his knives. He was a few inches off. Ryan rolled to the side as it hit the very top of his shoulder, but that wouldn't end the spar. If that was a real cut, it probably end up as a long narrow cut, but it certainly wouldn't be deep. As Milen drew the knife, Ryan attempted to sneak behind her and aim his two blunted knives square in her back. If he successfully did this, the spar would end. He could win.

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Milen was caught off guard when her knife connected with his skin. She hoped she had left at least a bruise. Her anger was still pumping through her though as Ryan tried to get behind her and stab her in the back. She twirled around quickly though and successfully blocked the knives as they came down. She was caught off guard though and one of the knives hit her hand. Her finger really. A bruise started to form where it hit.

Milen was angry now as her finger was slowly turning a dark purple. She swiped one knife across where she thought his stomach was and then lunged with the other knife towards his stomach as well. She hoped this would work. She didn't want to lose in another fight. Within the same month. With the same exact weapon.