:| With the Knife's Bite |: {RoyalGhost}

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Lia hated being a bully, but she knew she looked like nothing but a bully as she sat on the tree branch with her legs swinging and knives in her hand. The excuse was simple enough—she was training—but it didn’t stop the image from lingering in her mind. She shook her head, knowing that it was more important that she mastered this than to care about what she looked like. There was nothing she wanted more than to prove that she had the skills necessary to fight in the Games, that she was the same as her peers.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back so that she was upside down in the air, held only by her legs on the branch. Her eyes quickly glanced at the knapsack she had left by the trunk of the tree, before she fully extended her own trunk until she could feel the stretch in her back. Lia narrowed her eyes before she took one knife and dropped it. With her other arm, she threw the other knife so that it would collide with the other knife and change its trajectory—and she grunted when the result was less than she expected.

If she had mastered that skill, the first knife was supposed to be buried into the tree. Not enough velocity. I guess I would also have to account for drag as well. Grumbling, she lifted herself up and climbed down the tree to pick up the knives that were hopelessly lying on the ground. Before she could reach the base of the tree, though, she spotted someone walking towards them. “Hey! Get away from those!” She hated people who thought they could take whatever they pleased, and she was always so certain that that was people’s intentions. After all, everyone was greedy.

[Asher Rainer d7m {Royal}]

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Jeckler wanders around, unsure of where he's at exactly. Is he high? It seemed to be real enough- the girl sitting in the tree, but what didn't seem real was the fact that she was...

Throwing knives at knives? Is that some new thing to do? A new trend? A new technique for the Games? Hell, if someone threw a knife at a knife in the Games, Jeckler is sure he'd laugh his ass off, even if it did land it's mark in somebody. What happened to duking it out like real assholes? Preferably with axes and swords, maybe a few muttations to run in and tear them apart. Real fun, that is. Especially when he was not in the real world, watching the games on his small television in his place.

But if he saw what he just saw again, he'd be sure he wasn't in the real world. That was pretty trippy. Jeckler saw the girl. Not really his type, but a girl is a girl, so he made sure his hair was presentable and stepped towards her, a wicked grin flashing across his face.

"Helloooo." Jeckler said happily, as if his life wasn't a total wreck (which it was). "Can I ask... what was that? You know, that thing where you throw knives at knives?"

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Lia heard the call and narrowed her eyes at the older boy, trying not to get mad at him. She didn’t trust him already, didn’t trust his questions. If she was smart, she would have kept her mouth shut and carried on with her life, but she was already irritated enough that she didn’t want have any of it. Why is he so damn happy? Happy people meant deceptive people, at least that was what she found from personal experience. No one was ever that happy, and it made her think he was hiding something.

She bent down to grab the knives, never taking her eyes of the boy before she stood back up. “It doesn’t have a name, if that’s what you’re asking.” Did she want to divulge more information? Not really. But it didn’t seem like he was going to be walking away any time soon, and she wasn’t really up for a fight. She was irritated but not pissed off. “It’s about changing trajectories.” It was more than just changing trajectories; it was about learning how to be accurate and to respond quickly. If anything, her reflexes would be faster if she could learn how to coordinate both the movement of her arms and the strength of each arm.

But he didn’t need to know all of that. She gave him a stern look before continuing. “Why do you wanna know?”

[Asher Rainer d7m {Royal}]

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Jeckler gave a dreamy smile. "Well, I thought it looked kind of trippy, you know? I mean, it was kind of cool. So cool I didn't even realize it was a thing that people do. Do people do that? Throw knives at knives?" Jeckler giggled. The knives thing was kind of cool, though. He didn't see the point in it, even. Wouldn't it just be better to just throw the knife at the person, instead of throwing the knife into the air, then throwing a second knife to hit the first knife so it will fly towards the throws target and possibly hit it?

"Why is it, uh, necessary, though? Does it help your skills? Do you even have skills?" Jeckler laughed again, though his high was fading quickly, leaving him in a bad mood, already urging for more. He leaned in close, they were pretty close now. "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Jeckler wasn't even sure where that came from, but if this girl was a murderer, maybe he could just get her to kill the dealer, and get him some more dope. He definitely needed it to keep his mood this high. He could feel the bad, sober side of himself creeping out, and he wasn't in the mood to be in a bad mood!

Notes~ Wow, I accidentally got the same word count for both posts. Complete accident, I swear!

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There was something not right with this kid and Lia frowned as he kept talking. He was giggling while he was talking, and Lia didn’t know whether she should take him seriously or not. As he kept walking towards her, she tensed up and soon, each hand was holding a knife of its own. She prepared herself for a fight, because even if she didn’t want to fight, she had to protect herself from crazies like this guy. “You find this funny, don’t ya?” she asked him, taking a step back as he kept walking towards her.

I could just stab him now, she thought to herself but kept the knives by her side. It would do no good if she were to cause trouble right now; the last thing she wanted was to be in trouble with the authorities. He struck a chord when he implied that she didn’t have any skills, pushing her to challenge him even if that wasn’t his intention. “Maybe I’ll let you figure it out yourself,” she snarled out, still clearly uncomfortable with the close proximity of the boy to her. And then he asked her if she had ever killed anyone.

It threw her off. Why was he asking her that question? What was his intention in knowing? But those were not the questions she would ask. “Why does it matter to you if I’ve killed anyone?” she barked at him, hoping he would stop moving any closer to her. Her right hand adjusted its grip on the knife, preparing to defend herself from the lunatic. “You want to find out if I have any skills? Then challenge me. Looks like I have two knives anyway.”

[Asher Rainer d7m {Royal}]

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Jeckler gave a hysterical laugh at the girl. Was she shaken by my question of her innocence? Nobodies a saint- plenty have killed others before. Jeckler hasn't, personally, but he has been in plenty of fights where he almost killed people. Beaten them to a pulp, always with a weapon. Good times. Not that he wouldn't do it again, either. He then heard her daring him to challenge her.

Jeckler laughed hysterically, crying from his laughter fit. As if. A little girl like this, challenging him?! HA! He sat down on the ground, scooting on his butt, laughing and chuckling when it winded down. He breathed out, still chuckling slightly. "Well, only if you throw the knives at the knives and then they hit me." He laughed again.

He just laid back now, laughing slightly, putting his hands on his face, in the dirt. "Would you kill an unarmed man, then? I mean, is that would you do? You seem kind of feisty." He chuckled wildly, bouncing upwards, standing up, once again, fairly close to this girl's face. "I'd like to know your name, if that's okay." He takes a few steps backwards, whipping out a pocket knife. He smiles, and threw the knife, and it sings brilliantly past the girl's ear, penetrating the tree that she was climbing in in the first place.

It sits in the tree, vibrating. It came really, really close to hitting that girl. "That was a fucking bad shot, do not worry. I aiming for your ear." He grinned and dashed at the girl, smiling wildly.

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