Justice Building {Andy/Flynn}

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Andesite Obsidian 390 Words OOC: Thread with troylus as Flynn

The thought of going into the games was all that the young career tribute could possibly think about after he had been called in the reaping. He was escorted to the Justice Building, and he was to await the arrival of any 'friends and family' who were going to be visiting him. He assumed at this point that it would likely only be Flynn. Flynn could be considered his caretaker, though in all honesty, Andy didn't think that Flynn really 'cared' all that much. He was abusive to some of the other children that lived with them, and tended to send them out to do things that weren't exactly legal, like pick-pocketing and full out thievery. What came to Andy's mind when he thought about what Flynn might say to him was that he had to win. Andy assumed that if he didn't win, not only would he be dead, but something might happen to those he cared about. Then again, at this point in his life, there weren't all too many people that Andy honestly cared about, having been separated from his family very young to the point where he didn't even remember them. It would have to be other members of the 'gang' if anyone at all, that he would consider people he cared about. Andy sat on a couch that was in the Justice Building room that he had been brought to. The room seemed oddly comforting. That was likely what the Peacekeepers and everyone else running the games likely wanted, though. They most likely wanted the tributes who were reluctant to go, to think of it as a luxury. Though, Andy already thought of this as a luxury. His entire life, he had wanted to be in the Hunger Games, and for once, he was going to get to achieve that dream. As Andy was lost in his thoughts, he was soon interrupted by a knock at the door. Someone was there, and ready to come in. Was it Flynn, Andy wondered. Most likely, he assumed. He sat patiently, waiting for the door to open. What was Flynn, the man so cruel yet the man Andy wanted to impress, going to say to him, if it were him at the door? This didn't worry Andy all too much, though. The boy simply waited, and hoped for the best.

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Flynn was polite but brusque with staff as they ushered him into the justice building.  Flynn was excited; he'd wanted one of his charges to be in the Games from the start.  He tried to recall any details of Andy's parents from fourteen years ago, but the details had been lost to time.  He didn't care.  It was still a perverse thrill to think that someone had paid him obscene amounts of money to keep their darling baby safe and he was about to go into the games and probably die.  

Flynn had given them all intense training, but Andy was only 14, if Flynn recalled correctly, so he had only had two years with Flynn learning to fight, and fight dirty.  He bought tesserae as often as he was permitted for all of the children - it meant extra profit for him, but he hadn't planned on any of them volunteering until they were 18 and had a better chance of winning.  In some ways this was a shame; Andy would probably lose, purely by being too young, and Flynn's chances of getting the riches from a victory would be reduced.  Still, it would do no good to undermine the boy's confidence - he would need to be strong if he was to have a chance.

Flynn was pleased to see Andy looking calm and sensible, unlike the strange display of hysterical laughing and then sobbing that the female tribute had just made.  Andesite was making Flynn proud already. And he thanked his lucky stars it was not his son, Ryan sitting in here waiting to be sent to his almost inevitable death.

Flynn smiled, as warmly as Andy had ever seen, no doubt, and Flynn extended his hand to shake Andy's, "Well done lad. You're going to do me proud and win this aren't you?"

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Andesite Obsidian 303 Words OOC: Thread with troylus as Flynn

It appeared to Andy that simply 'waiting for the best' was a good option. As soon as Flynn entered the room, Andy was surprised with what he saw. The man had a very kind smile upon his face, and it was something more than the boy had ever seen. Andy didn't think that he had ever seen the man smile so genuinely before. Flynn had even extended his hand to take Andy's, which the young boy took gratefully, shaking his hand. He was told by Flynn that he had done well, and then was asked as to if he was going to win this and make him proud. Andy beamed. He was ecstatic that Flynn was so proud of him, and realized that this was going much better than he expected it would. "Of course I will! Did you really expect any less of me?" said Andy in response to the man who was acting so unusually kind to him. Andy sincerely hoped that this was genuine kindness coming from Flynn. If it were, this was perhaps the nicest Andy had seen Flynn be to just about anyone. Was he really this proud to have one of the children he raised going into the Hunger Games? After all, he had been training Andy for two years. This made Andy confident that perhaps this praise was real, and not just a mask that Flynn had put on to make the boy feel overly confident and proud himself. As Andy awaited Flynn's reply, he was feeling good about what was going on currently. Today had been a great day so far. He had been picked for the Hunger Games, AND he had been praised by Flynn, both in the same day. What more? He hadn't had to wait until he was eighteen years of age for this to happen.

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The young boy had taken his hand gratefully, as if thrilled that Flynn was being so generous.  Flynn supposed it was him treating him almost like an equal and worthy of shaking hands like a grown man, or at least someone Flynn wanted to impress.  Flynn had watched other 'carers' scream and sob and fall to pieces on occasions when their darling children were lead away to their very likely doom and destruction.  He had spent most of the time trying to suppress a giddy grin of delight.  This was fantastic! It could make him one of the richest men in the district if the kid could pull it off.  Of course the odds were not exactly in his favour, but neither were they stacked utterly against him like most non-careers.  Flynn considered his training techniques, while incredibly brutal and painful, to be rigorous and to give in many ways a far wider selection of skills and attributes than he supposed many of the best career schools gave.

After all, his kids were taught from birth to fight and squabble over every single mouthful, every broken piece of garbage they called toys, over every scrap of the nanny and later his own attention.  He taught them to fight, and to cheat to win if they had to and to make every single advantage in their favour.  If the kids weren't devious, sneaky, cleaver, quick witted and resourceful, they just wouldn't survive the harsh environment in which they were raised.  

He taught them to fight dirty too - something most career training seemed to lack; how to throw sand or mud in your opponenets eyes so they couldn't see you before you attack, how to improvise weapons from just about anything, how to hide int he shadows and strike without warning, and often the most important skill; how to lie trick and deceivepeople until you could ruthlessly tear their heart out.  If Flynn hoped his children learned anything from him it was how to avoid getting too close to people - those weak and disgusting feelings other people seemed to experience got in the way he saw in the Games sometimes, as children wasted precious time and energy giving a stuff about the children they had just killed, or worse hesitating before taking a killing blow, caught up in the 'guilt'.

Flynn snorted to himself, guilt.  What a stupid, pointless emotion that was.  

Andy beamed, he seemed like he was ecstatic that Flynn was so proud of him.  He also looked like he hadn't expected Flynn to be like this at all.  Flynn decided not to say all the nasty threats he had been planning; Andy had heard them before anyway.  He told the children over and over that if they were in the Games and they dared to not do their best, not to run when they should run, or hide when they should hide, not only would they die in the Games, he would hurt the other children they seemed closest to so that as the child died in the Games from their own stupidity, they would know that back home Flynn was slowly and painfully skinning their best friend, punishing them even as they went to their grave.  

The boy seemed confident as he said, "Of course I will! Did you really expect any less of me?" 
Flynn decided to indulge the boy further, ruffling his hair and saying, "Of course not.  You're my very best, my smartest, my strongest fighter.  You go out  there, and you show the whole of Panem what Uncle Flynn taught you." He pointed a warning finger at the young lad, "But nothing stupid now.  DOn't let my praise go to your head and make you do something stupid.  Yuu wait the sixty seconds and then you run like hell.  I taught you how to hide, and to make do with what you have.  I also taught you to be hungry and to endure.  You use that. Hear me?"

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Andesite Obsidian 287 Words OOC: Thread with troylus

Flynn seemed almost as certain as Andy was that he would do well, confirming that he hadn't had a doubt in Andy's abilities. The boy felt rather proud of himself when his caretaker informed him that he was his 'very best', 'smartest' and 'strongest fighter'. Andy felt a bit childish, however, when Flynn ruffled his hair as if he were a small child, and not a fourteen year old career tribute going into the Hunger Games For a moment, though, Flynn seemed to get very serious, giving Andy the warning that had not yet arrived, but he had been expecting. He told him that he better not do anything stupid. Of course, Andy knew he shouldn't, and he knew that when people made mistakes in the games, it didn't go over well. He was determined to make the smartest choices he possibly could. Andy certainly wasn't ready to be a dead man, and especailly not a dead man due to his own stupidity. Flynn reviewed very briefly what he had taught Andy over his few years of training; he had been taught to hide, and to make do with what he has. He was taught hunger for the victory, and use his endurance that he had. Flynn ordered that he use it, and Andy agreed with a nod, as well as a quick response. "I will make sure I do what you taught me. I'll win this for you." Andy said. He hoped this was a promise. If it weren't, he knew what woud happen to him, as well as anyone he was even relatively close to. It wouldn't go over well if he didn't follow Flynn's instructions. He knew what he had to do, and he was ready.

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"I will make sure I do what you taught me. I'll win this for you."

The words were exactly what Flynn hoped to here.  He felt his heart skip a beat he was so happy, thinking about all that wonderful money so close to his grasp.  He congratulated himself on being nice to Andy this day, and encouraging him rather than pulling him down with threats and bullying as he was originally thinking he should do.  The boy, if indeed he won this, needed to remember to come back to Flynn and share his winnings.  If he went off and saw the world a little, even as brutal as life seemed to be in the arena and the preparations beforehand, from what Flynn could tell from the broadcasts, at least, he might realise that Flynn had been incredibly tough on the kids in his care, and not exactly your standard doting guardian.  Flynn still stood by his decision, that sort of namby pamby parenting with love and affection only made the children weak.  Andy, with his deep knowledge that no one cared about  him would be much better suited to stab his allies in the back when he needed to than some soft ninny of a kid who had been loved.

Flynn was about to launch into instructions, reminding Andy the importance of keeping outside the line of a weapon weilded by an enemy, and to use poison to coat his weapons when the doors opened and two peacekeepers wearing full riot masks and body armour entered the room.
"Time to go," one of the men said, and the mask made him sound robotic rather than a human inside all that white, reinforced protective gear. 
Flynn tried to haggle, "Just a minute more, eh? Got to say goodbye to the lad and wish him good odds, and all that-"
The same peacekeeper cut Flynn off, taking Andy by the arm. "No.  Time is up, sir, he has to go now."
Flynn glared, not wanting Andy to see him show weakness in front of these men, but also not really wanting to get a rifle butt to the face to prove his point.  Sometimes charm and capitulation got you further than idiotic brute force, after all.  He stepped towards the door, waving in farewell to Andy, "I'm off.  No need to drag him out, I'll go.  Good luck lad.  I know you'll do me proud and we'll have a glass of whiskey, a cigar and go to a brothel together when you get back. Yeah?"  

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Andesite Obsidian 399 Words Thread closed!

Flynn had seemed rather satisfied with Andy's response to what he had asked that he do. Not only did the man who had cared for Andy seem happy, though, it was the happiest the young boy had ever seen him. It then seemed that Flynn was about to tell the young career boy something else. Just then, however, they were interrupted by the Peacekeepers who had been sent to escort Andesite Obsidian to the train, where he would be spending a short amount of time with his district partner as they were whisked off toward the luxurious Capitol of Panem. One of the men who had entered the room had said that it was time to go, and Flynn seemed like he was attempting to tell the Peacekeeper to wait a moment. He was, however, cut off by the Peacekeeper that had told him initially that it was time to leave. It was then that Flynn seemed to reluctantly comply with the request that was made for him to leave, although it was more of an order, and got up, heading over to the door, making sure that the Peacekeepers knew that they wouldn't have to physically make him leave so they could escort Andy. There was a wave from the man that had taken care of Andy since he was twelve years old, and had trained him to do his best in all aspects that could possibly help him in the games. He wished the blonde boy good luck, and even made a promise to him that if he won, they'd have a glass of wine, a cigar, and go to the brother. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason, this excited the young boy even more, and made him more determined to do his best, win the games, and make Flynn rich. Seems like ol' Flynn's loosening up a bit. Whether or not he won, though, Andy would be fighting in Flynn's honor. He knew that for sure. Flynn had trained him for this, and he was ready. "Of course." Andy said with a grin in reply to his caretaker's promises. "I'll make you rich, and I'll be fighting in your honor." He was ecstatic by the time that he was told he had to leave for the train. Having been prepared by Flynn's pep talk, he was going to fight the end, whether that end be his or that of another.

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