[Day 5] Artistic Gymnastics

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ARTISTIC GYMNASTICS

Welcome to the Artistic Gymnastics tournament of the very first Panem Olympic Games! The gymnastics complex is located inside 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 all warm up with your coaches before your turn comes to perform, and remember, make your district proud!

The execution of this event is simple. Feel free to roleplay your character getting ready for their performance on each apparatus, and then paste the code [*roll range=1-10] without the asterisks after you make each of the four moves. You can do them in any order you'd like (vault, beam, uneven bars, floor) but be sure you're performing the assigned move and rolling the die after you do each one. You will roll a number 1-10 on each die, and that represents the number of points you get for your execution score for the move. Your execution score will be added to the difficulty score (which I will assign for each move) and that will be your score for that apparatus. After you've rolled for each move, all of your scores will be added together to determine who has the highest all-around score. After you roll, again feel free to roleplay as you go along.

The moves being performed for each event are as follows:

Vault - Amanar diff. 6.5
Beam diff. 6.3
Uneven Bars diff. 5.9
Floor diff 6.5

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

Roster
1. Labyrinth Fray - d1
2. Levana Steinar - d1
3. Milo Birch - d2
4. Pillar Fray - d1
5. Fox Arctic - d2
6. Basil Artois - d4
7. Corran Devereaux - d1
8. Tepestada Andreasen - d4
9. Athena Osmund - d4
10. Gou Matsuoka - d4


Standings
1. Labyrinth Fray - 55.1
2. Gou Matsuoka - 52.2
3. Pillar Fray - 50.2
4. Fox Arctic - 48.2
5. Milo Birch - 47.2
6. Corran Devereaux - 46.2
7. Tepestada Andreasen - 43.2
8. Levana Steinar - 41.2



TL;DR
Dice: 3 x [*roll range="1-10"]
Deadline: 09/19 ~8:59pm EST

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Fox Arctic

    Gymnastics was something Fox knew, something she dominated in. She had been training and competing as a gymnast ever since she was five. 12 long years of preparation had finally lead her to this very moment in time, the moment where she would emerge a golden star. Sure a gold medal had alluded her so far, but that would change now. She knew she would win, she had to, she had a secret weapon. While other gymnasts just try to pull off tricks she pulls off the hardest tricks and makes them all breath taking. After every event she would always be complimented on how impressive her skills of retaining grace was. Today she would do the same as she always did, not being beautiful and graceful was unacceptable in her mind. It ment failure.

    Fox looked at herself in her mirror with a very large and bright smile on her face. Without even starting yet she could take away anyone's breath. Her makeup was applied perfectly with its light shades of pink to match her light pink outfit which had stripes of light blue snow flakes all around it. She would certainly be the cream of the crop, now she just had to deliver. Which she would of course, she had confidence and determination. With those two things along with her beauty she was an unstoppable gymnast machine.

    A little girl came to fetch Fox for the beginning of the events and Fox smiled as she strut out of her private area and into the glorious gymnasium. This scene was so familiar to her that she actually felt like she was back at home. Fox's coach came up to her with pride in his eyes and he gave her a pat on the back, "You ready Fox?" She laughed at him slightly before replying, "Of course, aren't I always?" With that he laughed and said promptly, "Then go out there and knock the socks off of this entire country." Fox winked to him and headed off to her very first event of the tournament. The event was the vault, one of Fox's absolute favorite events. It portrayed beauty, speed, and strength all in one which makes the best gymnast shine. As her name was announced Fox smiled and waved as she made her way to the starting area. Now the rest was up to her, all her years of training came back to her and flowed through her entire body. Then after a brief moment she ran and vaulted.

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    With her first event out of the way she continued on with the tournament. She glanced over to her coach to see him smiling with glee and he gave her a thumbs up. She could even see the eyes of the stadium following her, truly she was the beauty to be watched. Her next event was the beam an event that wasn't her favorite but one her coach claimed she was stunning at. Fox knew she had great balance and with her natural grace on top of that she was a born beam competitor yet she didn't participate in it usually. However, that didn't mean she didn't train for it, oh no she made sure to train in all the events. She waited for her turn and made her way next to the beam, when she was ready she lifted herself up and onto the beam. She landed easily and perfectly then with a quick beaming smile she began her routine.

1-10

    Fox was now halfway completed with the events but she was still soaring sky high. Another thing Fox loved to boast about was her incredible stamina. Where most athletes would tire by now she remained energized and focused on the gold. Before going straight to the uneven bars, which were her next event, she stopped to reapply some makeup to her face. She had to make sure she was still lovely to look at after all. Finally she reached the bars which just like the beam weren't her favorite but they sure were fun. Fox always saw the bars as fun, to fly from one another preforming tricks and then landing softly upon the ground. Even now she was excited to play and swing among them. Her parents always said that was good because it made herself not worry while her other opponents do. After the girl ahead of her finished Fox took her place at the bars, with a smirk on her face as her hands gripped the bars she began her second to last event with her spirits on fire.

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    With the rush of the uneven bars still fresh with Fox she arrived at her favorite of all events, the floor routine. Fox could spend countless hours cartwheeling and twirling just for the fun of it. She loved the beauty and grace that were so clearly defined within this event. It would be here that she truly showed her high level of ultimate beauty and power. Here Fox had to put herself above the rest. She had to claim the gold to wear upon her neck forevermore, maybe even to the Games one day. Now was Fox's chance to become the star she had always wanted and dreamed to be. When she finally took her place and the lights engulfed her sending her beauty all around the stadium she smiled. Her lovely choice of music rang eloquently throughout the stadium then she preformed as her heart matched the beat of her song.

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[Deleted]

tempi {♔} andreasen The final day of the Olympics was my last chance at something that wasn’t horrid failure, and I was hoping that my rise from eighth to fifth would continue, hopefully leading me to at the very least, the bottom of the podium. This was a high hope to hold, however, and I figured that my short reign of mediocre was probably close to being over. This playing field was quite different from that of the aquatics center, and now there was no place to hide from the positive applause of the crowd or the deafening silence that hung heavily over the room at the failure of another. There was no escape to the world underwater, where the petty words of the world above could not be heard, and that was the world in which I found some sort of peace. Movement felt a difficulty, and attempting to loosen the muscles in my neck proved to be a task harder than expected, and between rubbing the lack of sleep from my face and playing with the blue material that cleaved to my body, the number four proudly displaying itself upon the back, a reminder of who to blame if I did not deliver on my promise to perform. I had handled failure before, this would be no different. The sound of the buzzer signals the beginning of the rotations, and I step to the floor first, ready to hopefully shake the nerves from my muscles by the last beat. There was no time for anxiety now, only determination fueled further by adrenaline.

Floor Exercise: Difficulty- 6.5
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Uneven Bars- Difficulty- 5.9
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Beam: Difficulty- 6.3
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Vault: Difficulty- 6.5
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[Meghan]

Milo Birch
Fifteen
District Two
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This was it. This was my last shot and the only event that actually mattered. Gymnastics was in my blood. It dwelled in my heart and it exhibited every part of my soul. It was the reason I lived, breathed, and loved. It kept me stable.

If I failed today, I would have nothing left. I would become an empty shell of the person I once was. I would cease to be the best and instead become a facade. I could not mess this up.

My heart tore through my chest as I took my spot on the floor. I gave the audience my best, Birch-princess smile and prayed to a god that certainly did not exist for strength and ability.

If only I had the comfort of knife and fire with me, then I could fly ahead and prove my worth once and for all.

With the thought of victory on the tip of my tongue, I lunge forward and I perform.

Vault [6.5]:

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Score: 7.5???

Beam [6.3]:

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Score: 12.3???

Uneven Bars [5.9]:

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Score: 11.9???

Floor:

1-10

Score: 15.5???

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corran devereaux

Writing her name down wasn't for the coaches and trainers who had taken one look at her tiny little frame and barked "Gymnast!" at her, or for her parents, or even for herself. It was so she could share a room with her best friend Pillar and face the roars of the crowds hand-in-hand. Together, like they always were. And if it weren't for Pillar's presence Corran would most likely collapse right here and now. Vaults were about tumbling and falling but the only part of Corran's body that was ready to spin out of control was her stomach. The beam was terrifying and looked about half the size of her foot (she'd dreamed of balancing on top of the world but always on clouds or on rooftops, never like this.) The bars seemed as large as her arm and the floor looked daunting - one slip up and it'd all be over. Nerves took over her limbs - she could feel them dancing across her skin - and even the simple task of letting go of Pillar's hand and sending her a small smile took all of her efforts. 

vault
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beam
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bars
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floor
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[[nyte]]

G O U  M A T S U O K A

It'd  been the best week of her life. The festivities, the smiles, the memories forged by countless hours with her friends. While he losses had been disappointing, while they had tugged at her heartstrings and the corners of her mouth, she still smiled. Nagisa had a gold metal, she and Makoto had the best time rolling in the sand, vaulting a ball over the net. It didn't matter that they lost. Her friendships were no longer skin deep, they were something carved into her veins. The affection she felt for her brother she felt for the other boys now. As their manager, she couldn't be more proud. So it was time; clad once more in a skin tight suit, she walked into the blinding lights.

vault 

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beam 

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bars 

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floor

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

Labyrinth studied herself in the hall of mirrors that lined the corridor to the gymnasium.

She found herself wanting.

Her outfit was drab, her makeup minimal, especially compared to the other competitors. The Fox girl's palette could have made a small boy from Twelve look like Caesar Flickerman, and something like jealousy had kicked Labyrinth's heart as the Andreasen girl slinked past in blue. But then, gymnastics had always been the sport most like a beauty pageant. She'd figured that out a little later than the other girls, as her body matured later and her mind filled up with physics and poetry. In those awkward tween years, she'd lost more than she had won, and it was a wonder that she'd been allowed to continue at all. Her marks had improved, and despite the fact that she had often placed near the top of her District, she had never before been invited to compete in the Olympics. That honor had been left to her siblings.

And now that she was in here, in the sea breeze of Four, she was one of the last to compete. It was the schedule, totally out of control. But still. She watched her flesh and blood as they had the chance at glory while she sat in the stands, wasting time she could be stretching, practicing, polishing.

So when she looked in the mirror and realized she had not fully considered her outfit or her makeup, she blamed Kellan, and Kaiser, and Aurelie, and Maddox, and Scout. She did not look at Pillar, did not wish her well. She turned from the mirror, lifted her core, and greeted the judges and audience with a tepid smile.

If the schedule had forced her to perform after her siblings, it had least been kind to her in the gymnastics rotation. It was always an advantage to have one's strongest suit first, and nothing appealed to her like the floor exercise. Labyrinth took her place at the corner of the large square, rested her hands as a ballerina in front of her, and waited for the cue.

Floor
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10+6.5 = 16.5

She came back to earth two minutes later, breathless. She had flipped and spun over the springy square, twirled and danced across its blue carpet. Her long form flowed, strong and flexible as a willow's bough. She bowed four times, once in each direction, and then stepped aside to await her first score. Corran, who she knew in passing, had done very well. But Labyrinth had done better. The two numbers, side by side, buoyed her even as she turned to her old nemesis: the vault.

She lathered on the chalk, the only excuse to tarry. Everything about the other exercises required grace and flexibility. The Vault required balance and strength, neither of which she had been blessed with naturally. Any skill at all came from years of hard work and practice. And still, it intimidated her. She knew better than to dwell on negative thoughts, how silly and useless they were. Yet when the buzzer rang and she began her race to the horse, the inner chatter silenced everything else. She knew she would slip. She knew it.

Vault
1-10
2+6.5 = 8.5

She hit the horse too hard, too fast, pushing herself up. She only made it through one full turn before coming down to earth. She bounced. She slipped. She caught herself by the wrists, her aching wrists, as she went down. It was so hard to feel the floor, which had been kind to her moments before, and now spelled failure. With as much grace as she could manage, she flipped herself upright, bowed, and turned her eyes away from the cameras. She did not look at her score as she made her way to the uneven bars.

It was bad enough to set her back. Worse, it could knock her out of the competition entirely. How stupid to have performed flawlessly in the floor routine, only to be knocked out by a headless horse. Labyrinth lifted both arms together above her head, stretching her wrists, preparing to fly. She had slipped on the horse, but she would not lose her grip on the bars. No. She would sail right over them.

Uneven Bars
1-10
10+5.9 = 15.9

Those brief moments she spent airborne, over and under and between the bars, were bliss. Like the floor routine, the uneven bars required beauty and precision and speed. She could think of nothing else but the next catch, the following release. And so she spun between them, and finally twisted down to earth, landing with all ten toes in line. Labyrinth smile stretched as she waved and then took her bows, finally easing into the audience's adoration.

Beam
1-10
8+6.3 = 14.3

She executed her splits on the beam perfectly, but the dismount came at a price. She stepped, just one foot, just a few inches, before bringing it back into a line. It was enough to cost her perfection, but nothing disastrous. She turned slowly, waving with both hands and then taking a deep, graceful bow as she angled for the hall of mirrors.

Perhaps she would not find so much wanting now.

Total = 55.1

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[Kire]

✝ L e v a n a ♥ S t e i n a r ✝

Does, Says, Thinks

She felt the floor under her feet, steady, smooth, open. It was the same as it had been however many years ago when she was last here, but now it felt more familiar, even more like home. Her smile wasn't something she could fake, and now it lit her face with the joy of being somewhere that was so wonderful. Soon she would take her turn on everything, the vault, balance beam, uneven bars, but first she was going to perform on the floor. Her arms and legs stretched, an activity she hadn't stopped since she had woken up this morning - limbering up continuously so that she could never injure herself at this - she took her position at the corner of the large mat and waited for her cue. A breath in, a breath out, and she began.

Floor
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Total: 6.5 + 2 = 8.5

Onto the vault and the beam, where she might display her grace - however much she possessed - in hopes that she could reclaim her prowess from the last time. She had been the third best in that year, so close to second that it had ached when she was bumped down, and now she hoped to at least continue with that title. Surely she had practiced enough.

Vault
1-10
Total: 6.5 + 5 = 11.5

Beam
1-10
Total: 6.3 + 2 = 8.3

Last was the uneven bars, time to swing herself with grace and an essence of freedom. She was so close to flight, but even still she was continually chained to the ground - a bird in a cage that could only flutter from perch to perch. It was a mocking of the wondrous soaring her fellows were allowed, and it constantly reminded her that she was so far beneath them all. But she would dance and soar in the air, this once at least, she would.

Uneven Bars
1-10
Total: 5.9 + 7 = 12.9

Overall: 41.2

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(OOC: I'm on mobile, so please excuse this post for being bland!)

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Pillar Fray --

Pillar inhaled, her fingertips slipping away from Corran's as her name boomed throughout the gymnasium. The girl found it funny; she found it funny how even she, the only citizen of One who seemed to see the Fray family for the egotistical pigs they were, signed up for the olympics. Joining the foil and sabre rounds of the fencing tournament had just been a joke to her, really. An attempt to piss off her "parents" by broadcasting how weak she was, truly.

But, the thing was, though she had lost during those two events - it didn't make her weak. Her "siblings" were running about, bleeding out their minuscule hearts in an attempt to feed their starving selves. Pillar wasn't here for that. She wasn't here to play pretend, to act like she was something beautiful or something great - she wasn't.

She was a rebel, and though her first two events had been a mere prank, she found herself closing her eyes with a shiver. Gymnastics had always been the one thing that made her feel worth something as a child. When it came to the movement of her slender limbs and her talent with throwing knives, her "father" would actually speak of her with honor - "That's my daughter."

But he is not her father, and she is not his daughter.

Opening her eyes as she takes to the floor, she shakes her head and rolls her shoulders. Her body adorned with shades of pale blue and icy white, she narrows her eyes. A gold medal or not, she doesn't need praise to feel special anymore. A kind word from her fellow competitor and "sister" or not, she doesn't care.

If Labyrinth wins, good for her. She's the one who needs the attention.

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Vault;

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Beam;

Dice: 1-10

Floor;

Dice: 1-10

Uneven Bars;

Dice: 1-10

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[Loony]

ATHENA OSMUND

She was no ballerina. She was not a girl who could bend and twist as she flew through the air. She was designed to kill, a rather stocky build built for the cool grip of a sword. These artistic gymnastics were designed for the petite girls who could barely lift a sword.Why she signed up for this particular event, she can't remember. All she knows is that she is going to be the best she can possibly be.

It was a little unnerving, she had to admit, seeing this girls who could flawlessly flip as they ran down a mat. But she would not let that cause any fear.

She would not let these stupid little bitches beat her.
Not even the twists and turns of this event would stop her.

Vault - Amanar diff. 6.5+
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=8.5

Beam diff. 6.3+
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=11.3

Uneven Bars diff. 5.9+
1-10
=9.9

Floor diff 6.5+
1-10
=16.5

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