[Day 5] Weightlifting

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WEIGHTLIFTING

Welcome to the weightlifting tournament of the very first Panem Olympic Games! The weight room 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 begin, and remember, make your district proud!

The execution of this event is simple. Feel free to roleplay your character preparing to list, and then paste the code [*roll=150+100] 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 weight in lbs, which is read EXACTLY AS IS. (Eg. 135 is 135 lbs, no decimals added.

The competitor with the highest weight wins this event. You will have three tries to lift, and your highest weight lifted will be taken.

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

There is NO POSTING ORDER; you may post your shots whenever you please. Keep in mind, though, that this is meant to move pretty fast, so we're not looking for exceedingly long posts.

Roster
1. Bianca Tarbuck - d2
2. Tiger Rex - d1
3. John Tripe - d4
4. Lionel Boyse - d2
5. Simon Serpentine - d1
6. Hedvig Fabre - d2
7. Jairus Whittemore - d2
8. Jaguar Lyre - d1
9. Jev Falls - d4
10. Rolex Ghram - d1
11. Priscilla Lovelace - d4
12. Darrion Blunt - d2
13. Jeran Ruze - d2
14. Logan Blackmore - d2
15. Aaron A - d1
16. Nereus Vespoli -d4


Standings
1. Logan Blackmore - 249
2. Rolex Ghram - 249
3. Aaron A - 244
4. Priscilla Lovelace - 237
5. Jaguar Lyre - 235
6. Jev Falls - 234
7. Lionel Boyse - 230
8. Jeran Ruze - 222
9. Bianca Tarbuck - 194
10. Simon Serpentine - 179
11. John Tripe - 149
12. Jairus Whitmore - 145



TL;DR
Dice: 3 x [*roll=150+100]
Deadline: 09/19 ~8:59pm EST

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Jev Falls

I stand ready. My feet apart. My body braced. Someone flicked some powered in my face. I think it was meant to go on my hands but they were some clutz and missed. I growl at them, my lips parting in a snarl. Useless shit. Soon someone else is in my face saying that on 30 seconds I was to begin. A whistle sounds and I squat down. My knees bent, my hands curling around the thick metal bar. I was not really one for weightlifting but I tough I'd give it a go because why the hell not. Licking my lips I tense up, the muscles in my arms ready to lift the weight which would have gravity on its side.

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Dark hair, bristled with sweat, gave this young man hope. He'd been training all his life as a career until the last few years, but some things just come naturally. His eyes were glued on the bar in front of him. Three chances he'd get to do his best. Three chances to prove himself worthy of this challenge that he's been lucky enough to be given. Relieving his forehead of the sweat, he bent down and took hold of the bar. His fingers gripping the bar tightly. His palms taking the brutal beating as his muscles tensed and lifted the weights.


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JAIRUS WHITTEMORE

district 2 - seventeen - the nemesis

I should have strove,
I should have fought,
I should have shown a little love.
A little love.

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There is no way I could possibly lose this. I mean, how could I? Take one look at me and you can see just how much training I have done in the past years of my life. And if my physical appearance weren't enough, as long as you heard my name, you would surely understand. My name was undeniably famous. And if you didn't know my name, you definitely are not worth my time. And well, let's face it, even if you did know me by name - even if you worshiped me for Ripred's sake - you still are not worth my time.

I recognize some of the names here, but most are irrelevant. I'm only interested in the girls here that don't have the faces of a horse's ass. They are worth at least a bit of my time. But honestly, I should've entered a different event if I had wanted to spend my time winking at girls. Blah. Weightlifting was for men, not prissy girls.

I look to the crowd for a moment, not seeing Liela anywhere. Of course. I had to sit through her boring tutorials on how to dress and she couldn't even show up to watch me win this thing. Fuck that.

No girls to show off for. How unfortunate. Every single one of them was missing out.

I try not to focus on anything but grasping the bar as tightly as I can. I let the chalk on my hands soak away the sweat that had been there, I let my heart rate rise, let each of my muscles first relax ... and then tighten again as I lift.

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Logan Blackmore

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Weightlifting? In theory this should be easy for me after the harder events like shot put and high jump. I never expected to perform well in those and considering this event might be easier only increases my odds of winning another medal to show off in front of Aragorn's face. In public he'll be happy and praise a Blackmore winning medals, but in private there is no doubt he'll claim that his 'kindness' of letting me back in the house is the whole reason I won medals. Well I'm definitely showing him up in the Olympics so far. I'd really love to get a medal here just to show him that he is not the best in the family.

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[Python]

P R I S C I L L A L O V E L A C E

Her ranking was laughable.

Dead last in the High Jump standings. I underestimated you; fair enough. She wasn’t laughing now. Today was a test of her strength, and Priscilla knew she was more than capable of impressing audiences in this Olympic event. Now that she had reached beyond the age limit of the Reaping, there wasn’t much left to do with her skills as a career until now.

This was her only chance to feed her pride, and it was starving. After all this time she couldn’t stand another loss. She had to accomplish something, or she might end up regretting everything, and nothing hurt worse than regret.

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[Meghan]

SIMON SERPENTINE

I had what it took and they knew it. They saw my throws, and they weren't oblivious of my silver medals. I was a champion, and my strength surpassed theirs. And no, I'm not getting cocky or anything. I just know the truth about myself.

It's my turn, boys, and I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings today. There can only be one champion.

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Jaguar Lyre

He wasn't very strong. At least, that is what his father's fists over told him. Despite the countless hours the boy worked, lifting weights and swinging swords, his father made him feel smaller than an ant. Mother was no better, often screaming his flaws in his face, bits of spit creating tears upon his cheeks. Jaguar did not cry. Jaguar knew that his parents loved him and that is why they hurt him so. The only thing he was unsure of, was why he'd signed up for such an event.

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Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

I went to sign ups a bit too late. I have disappointed my parents. They wanted me in wrestling, and really anything I could get my hands on. Frankly I just wanted wrestling. I guess I got the next best thing. Weightlifting. Awe weightlifting. Something I never really practiced like I do with wrestling, but I must be able to lift a good amount of weight right? I do lift people in the air and slam them to the ground? That is similar to lifting a huge amount of weights for being competitive. Besides I am a career after all. Even if I am not good... I am still good. I breathed a sigh as I went to lift up te weight. Each time they added a bit more, and each time I became a bit more tired. I just needed to make my parents proud. Finally my legs started to hunch over and they stopped putting weight on. Not bad... But still disappointed. Not every one has went and I was only second.... My straight face fidgeted closer to a frown.

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Bianca Tarbuck~

Slapping her hands together Bianca sent a puff of chalk into the air. After being eliminated in the first round of wrestling by a girl have her size, the Tarbuck daughter was determined to prove herself. This was the last chance she would get. She couldn't go home to District Twelve with nothing. The guys at the gym will come up to her, their chins titled up to match her height. "I saw you on the television Tarbuck, where's your medal Bianca? Not so tough after all are ya?" She couldn't endure that. Bianca could survive the normal taunts and glances sent her way but nothing like this. They can insult her appearance but not her skill. If she had a medal she would have tangible proof that she was worthy of their praise. She could not fail.

Walking up on the stage, Bianca gripped the bar between the weights taking in a deep breath. Her eyes scanned the crowd trying to remember the faces but they meshed together forming a blob of color and flashing lights. Cameras stood at the edge of the stage, their lens fixated on her. She had to show the world what she could do. She had no room for mistakes.

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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

He had met Saylor yesterday, had actually spoken to her for the first time in what seemed like forever and even now he was still unsure what had come from it. His stomach seemed to clench at each thought of her, but he didn't know whether it was in disgust, fear, guilt, or longing. Breathing was difficult, the air had to fight to get through the weight of the feelings that sat on his chest. Perhaps this would cause his next event - weightlifting - to be a breeze, just another thing he had to lug around, or maybe it would finally mash him into the ground. Either way, he would find out soon because he was up next. As he stood in position, readying himself, he tried to think positively. If he envisioned these weights as the feelings he had maybe he could do well and aid his sorting through them at the same time. He just had to imagine how light he could feel if he were only to lift these emotions off of himself.

When his hands closed around the metal bar he felt better, more stable.

He imagined it was sorrow and he lifted.
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He imagined it was fear and he lifted.
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He imagined it was guilt and he lifted.
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And he felt lighter.
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[uwu]

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Today was the beginning and the end of the weightlifting as well as the end of the Olympics. I don't honestly know why I'm here other than that my parents made me do something. I didn't even want to do this. I do like lifting heavy objects and all, but why do I have to do it in front of all of Panem to watch? Just why? I just need to get over this, and I'll be fine.

I didn't recognize anybody on the list because most of them were from District 1 or 2, so I felt a little alone. I was a little nervous as well. I don't want to be nervous, but I am. I enter the weight room prepared to give my best, and my best is what I'm going to give

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[Loony]

I won! I'm the best fucking boxer Panem! SUCK IT BITCHES! Now its time to move onto my next event, weightlifting. Still basking in the afterglow of my new gold metal, I'm sure winning this event couldn't be easier. The world would be lost without my skill, and I was more than ready to prove to them that I'm the best at every-fucking-thing. I was going to destroy them.

These weights are not able to hold me down. I'm sure I can do better than all the people here, because from the looks of them, none of them are likely to get a gold like me. I'm sure these weaklings could spend years training and still not have as much skill as I do.

Here we go.

Best: 230
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