a blinded fool {cato}

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

Life is nothing more than a book. The day we are brought into the world the story is written down on paper, and as we journey through life the story grows. As one chapter ends, another begins. Some are more tragic than others. The reaping was the end of one chapter, and the beginning of another. In the fictional books at home friendships were made, people were betrayed, people cried, people celebrated, and now I'm stuck in one of those. I thought it was a dream, but it's become more than that. I don't want my story to end with me dying in some stupid games, but right now it seems like that's the only logical ending. I have no friends. I have no allies. Nothing. But do I truly need them?

A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I move through the training center. Some tributes are huge. Some are tiny. Others I don't care for, but the one that catches my eye is Torka Hammerfell, the brute from district two. Just last year he became a laughing joke when the scrawny kid volunteered in his place. Now I'm sure he's going to make himself known. Torka has his chance. Just like his brother Mason. Mason and my brother were allied during the sixty-ninth games. That's one thing in common. But that's all. Torka is stronger, braver, smarter than I am. Well he might not be smarter, but he's a career, and I'll have to watch out for him.

For a moment, I'm standing there staring at his back. Something about him terrifies me. Maybe it's his height, his muscles, his weight. I don't know, but I feel he could snap me like a twig, but then again most of the careers could destroy me within a matter of seconds.

So I do what I do best.

Lifting a sword from the weapon rack, I move over to a dummy and attack it as I casually make a fool of myself hoping it'll get his attention.

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

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Torka Hammerfell

I am in awe with the technology that the Capitol has here. Their holographic system makes the enemies just as if not tougher than a real human being. I asked for a quick demonstration from someone who knows how to run the system so that I may learn how the thing runs. I could try for something different. I know how to fight. Am I at my best? Maybe. Maybe not. I'd rather not burn myself out so quickly. Leave myself unable to muster up the energy needed for the arena. Better to have some time off and heal up from the physical stress that I've been putting myself through. I make a mental note to myself to come back to the hologram system before heading off to try the fire station. At first glance, I feel fire is something that would be a little easy to overlook. If you're not from a career district, one might want to learn how to use a weapon. At least try to anyway. I've had the luxury of being born in one so I can try something new or refresh my memory on something from home. Fire whilst I know how to use, I feel there's more to it than lighting things on fire with fluid. Learning how to light a fire with little to no materials will be beneficial. Learning the dangers of fire will also help. I'm knowledgeable in fire enough to feel somewhat comfortable with it, but there's always room for improvement. I grab some wood, a little bit of lighter fluid, and kindling for the fire. When I notice the boy from nine mishandling a sword, I abandon my efforts at the fire station and move toward the boy. "You're holding it wrong you know." A sword seems like too much for this boy. He'd be better off with a knife or a bow. The sword is clearly not comfortable in his hands. It'll be interesting to see if he sticks with the sword or move onto another weapon. If he things weapons are not his strong suit, he should abandon his efforts learning how to use one. I don't know this boy and don't care to try.

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

Swinging the sword awkwardly at dummies seems fun at the moment. Limbs are being partially torn from the body, and fake blood gushes from the severed arteries and veins. A small grin twists across my face at my brief reward, and I'm wondering if this is how it'll be in the games. But my stance, and the way I'm holding the sword definitely needs some work. I'm shifting my feet around way too much, and my grip is loose enough for the blade to fall from my hand.

"You're holding it wrong you know."

Every hair stands on end as the voice echoes through my mind over and over. Of course I'm holding it wrong. I want to say, but I'm afraid of offending the man moving towards me. Torka Hammerfell is one I want to get to know. I want to learn more about him. After all his brother and my brother allied during the games. Yet it seems wrong. Asking questions may not work right now. Talking about dead brother's isn't what I want to do either.

They're dead, and nothing will bring them back.

Gritting my teeth, I drop my arm to the side. Acting like a fool has gotten his attention, and I need a way to keep it.

Think, Rolf. Think.

"Would you care to show me?" I ask quietly keeping my voice low. Cocking my head slightly to the side, my eyes look at him. Torka Hammerfell could probably break me in two without thinking twice about it, and that's a terrifying thought. It would be best to work with him if he'd allow it. "Don't have this type of stuff in district nine. Just toxic air and factories as far as the eye can see." It's a simple statement that holds the potential to open a conversation, and I'm hoping he takes it.

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