[Day 4] 100m Hurdles

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

100M HURDLES

Welcome to the 100m Hurdles event of the third Panem Olympic Games! The track and field complex 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 the starting block, and remember, make your district proud!

The execution of this event is simple. Feel free to roleplay your character on the starting blocks and running, and then paste the code [*roll=349+1150] without the asterisks into your post and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This will result in a four-digit number that will correspond to a time, which is read with a decimal point separating the first two and the last two digits (e.g. 1264 is read as 12.64 seconds)

Additionally, you must paste the code [*roll range="1-10"] into your post for number of hurdles knocked over. This number will be divided by three and all remainders will be ignored. (So if you roll a 1 or a 2, you would knock down 0 hurdles; 3, 4, 5 would be 1 hurdle; 6, 7, 8 would be 2 hurdles; 9 and 10 would be 3 hurdles) One second will be added onto your score for each knocked down hurdle.

The competitor with the lowest time wins this event. Times for this event will be continually updated on this thread; however, the overall decathlon standings will be updated on a separate thread.

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

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

Roster
100m Hurdles:
1. Alexander Chastman - Arrows
2. Spear Jinx - kap
3. Katrina Sykes - charade
4. Fee Cage - gamemaker kelsier
5. Lucrezia Sarasin - я𝑜𝓈𝑒
6. Oblivion Reigns - Knuckles
7. Peggy Fray - D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]
8. Aloes Lumiere - Sleepy Fluttershy

Event Standings
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TL;DR
Dice: [*roll=349+1150] THEN [*roll range="1-10"] (order matters)
Deadline: 09/21 ~11:59pm EST

[kap]

Spear Jinx
100m Hurdles

Spear was finally going to be in a competitive event like he always wanted to be. Okay, so it wasn't the ultimate competitive event that he could have been in, which would have been the Hunger Games, but it was something that he was excited for, nonetheless. The boy had been preparing for the 100m hurdles for a while now, practicing his speed and agility beforehand. He was ready for the event itself, now.

Heading over to his starting point, he looked at his competition when he got there. He didn't know any of his fellow competitors, so he hoped that they wouldn't be too difficult to be up against. When it was time for the race to start, he was off, running as fast as he could.

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[Sleepy Fluttershy]

♡Aloes Lumiere♡

One more run. I stretch my legs and wonder if my opponents here will be tougher than those in the 400m run. They don't look really dangerous, but I'm still a little scared of placing last. At least I've got one silver medal already, so my district will forgive me if I screw up. And it's always fun to run, no matter on what purpose.

All right. It's my time to shine. I take off like... someone really fast and run, run, run...

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[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

P E G G Y F R A Y

Competition is a storm.

A heavy one—with rain that finds it's way through gaps in the window and onto the sill. A storm with lightning that could set our treehouse on fire if it wanted to—a storm darker than the skies which house my fallen family.

Grey multiplied by grey is grey squared. Competition is bleak and grey yet still I yearn for it for the rush if gives me. I thought I had my adrenaline from training, but when you are pit against other districts, you feel a surge in patriotism that forces you to cross through lines which you once sworn you'd never cross—this competition is a storm and it isn't letting up any time soon.

I settle into my blocks and inhale a breath. Us Frays can move physical and mental mountains—that's what I'd told myself during the weeks of mourning which rolled into months, the months which snowballed into years.

And I still believe it, time after time.

BANG!

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[charade]

Even Crayola Krearns had placed better than her. Katrina nodded at the scoreboard as if it intrigued before heading towards the district four quarters, stopping outside the door to it and staring at the fountain.

Then she punched the door as hard as she possibly could.

“FffffffffUCK!” tore itself out of her lungs as she proceeded to abuse the ground by digging the fronts of her boots into the turf and kicking up clods of grass and dirt. Were they better than her? Or had she just choked? Neither thought offered any comfort.

“Damn it all…”[b/] she muttered, leaning herself against the wall and sliding down it until her hands were resting on her knees. She had two medals to her name and neither was from events she had trained for. Blind luck? Or was she simply focusing on the wrong things? Was she not meant to be a javelin thrower but skilled with smaller weapons? Should she have been working on throwing knives and slingshots this whole time? Was she better at holding her breath and performing tricks in the water than she was with endurance?

Katrina kicked a pebble away and continued to brood, thinking about the next event.

Hurdles. Another event she hadn’t trained for. If her track record in the Olympics thus far was anything to go by, then she’d snag a medal. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she wondered aloud before picking herself up and heading for the hurdles. She arrived a couple minutes before the event was ready and took up the time by stretching. When the gun fired she was off.



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[Knuckles]

Oblivion Reigns Eighteen| Female | District One

You turned away when I looked you in the eye,
And hesitated when I asked if you were alright,
Seems like you're fighting for you life,
But why? oh why?

A soft grin twist across my face as my eyes bounce through the Olympic stadium. It's become my home over the last few days. Meeting people, watching what others are made of, learning how they react in the different districts is fun. Winning a gold medal took a lot of work, and I just hope that I've made my family proud. But through it all, the dread of returning home creeps relentlessly through my veins. Soon I'll go back to being the worthless, good for nothing Oblivion I've always been. Mother and father won't care. I feel they'll be angrier at me for winning something when I've never trained a day in my entire life.

My eyes close for only a moment as I take my place at the starting line. A heavy sigh leaves my chest erupting past my lips filling the air around me. Thinking back to my performance in the decathlon for the hurdles brings a half way decent smile because I did well, and I have to continue doing well.

"Take your marks."

Every muscle inside my body begins quivering with fear because I know I'm going to make a fool of myself once more.

"Set."

But this isn't anything like the high jump I failed at in the decathlon.

Bang!

I'm running as fast as I can praying I don't trip and fall.

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