A Struggling Pup {Ping/Ollie}

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I suppose the reason that the younger tributes in the Games always seem to get to me emotionally when they're chosen, as well as when they die is because they remind me quite a bit of my dear friend Cinder who's only 12 years old. She's so small, fragile and precious that I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to her. I suppose that's part of the reason that I refused to let her volunteer for me when I was reaped for the seventy-ninth Hunger Games. I wanted to protect her, and the only way to do that was by forcing her to stay behind, rather than taking my place like she had so badly had the desire to. I also feel that there's another reason I get so emotional about losing young tributes, which would be because, most of the time, they're quite innocent and were reaped with such a small chance of it happening.

That's why I was drawn to Ollie Brooke of District Ten. Her small frame and short stature signified to me that she was young, perhaps even the youngest there, appearing to be around the age of twelve. She reminded me all too much of Cinder. She was precious and fragile just like my dear friend, and I wasn't quite sure what to do. I wanted to help her survive, but I knew that if I did, it would only put me even more in line to be killed. It's hard sometimes, protecting the weak. They're often targeted and therefore difficult to protect. That, and I know that, should I become allies with her, I'd become much too attached to her and not allow myself to win in place of her if it came down to it. I suppose that's why I decided against asking her to ally with me and instead determined that I'd just try to befriend her. Having friends in the arena was much better than having enemies.

I approached the young girl known as Ollie, all the while with a small smile present on my face. When I went up to her, I noticed that she was struggling with something that she was working on. I wondered if there was a way I could help her. Therefore, I decided to speak up.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked of her. Hopefully, I could at least be of some assistance when it came to helping this girl survive longer than she would without any advice whatsoever.

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Thank you, Ryan <3

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Levels of confidence varies upon the company present at least for the petite Being of Ollie Brooke. Amongst the youth of her own age a shyness did not posses her in the slimmest way, a carefree attitude would approach her and no fear would coax her. But as the years of existence upon this realm aged someone, more anxiety hesitates her around them. Beside an unfamiliar adult, her metaphoric tail would remain tucked away in stress and shyness would cower her - for reasons unbeknownst to herself, possibly far off in the memories out of reach.

Within the reality of the training center, confusion on her feelings baffles her to uncertainty. Mainly teens occupy the space of her surroundings now. All of them older, bigger, stronger, yet amongst ages she’s adapted to within the Pound of her foster home. She comprehended it should be them to be afraid of, yet the Trainers seeking to assist that frighten her far worse. Tension stiffens her shoulders and recoils her spine, when another approaches her crouched in annoyed concentration-attempt amongst a book of plant variations. But when her apprehended vision retrieves to a fellow Tribute, her demeanor relaxes if only slightly. Wandering thoughts have distracted her from absorbing vital information, and this potential future opponent is offering aid.

A shrug jostles Ollie’s shoulder, unsure if she should accept or not. Eyes drop back down in return to the ‘old-school method of learning’ of a book. Plenty of knowledgable, harmless, Trainers have sought to help the young girl. Yet now that a candidate to her forthcoming killer suggests such, a tempt to nod her head in approval is debating her internally. Until finally she caves in a desire to dismiss and break from the overwhelming, yet also numbing, thoughts within the small circumference of her brain.

“I just don’t get how I’m supposed to know all this in a couple days…” Is explained in a rather hushed volume, while a second shrug combs across her shoulders. “Usually I’m a fast learned, but…” A third shrug, as her eyes return to the generous soul. Was there any true help that could assist any of them though?

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The little girl didn't seem to know whether or not she wanted any form of assistance from me. Then again, I was probably seen as an enemy to her, as, in all reality, every single tribute in this room was to be considered one anothers' enemies. Even if they were aligned with each other as allies and considered themselves friends, they'd all have to fight to the death in the end. I didn't like thinking about this myself, though. I more liked to think that there were some people in this room, even if it was just one or two, that didn't want me dead. There were certainly some people in this room that I didn't want dead, and I had a feeling that Ollie Brooke may end up joining their ranks. She was so small and sweet that it didn't seem right to wish for her to die in the arena.

"You don't seem all that sure," I said to her kindly. I knelt down beside her and made sure that my voice remained gently. "I'm Ping, by the way. I'm from District Eleven." I gave her a small smile, but I don't believe that she actually even saw it, as it appeared that her gaze was far too focused on the piece of reading material that was in front of her field of vision.

"I've been studying this stuff a lot, too. I think I could help you out." I said this, but I would completely understand if she'd decided to deny my offer of aid. "I understand if you don't want help, though. It's hard to know who to trust in here. I completely get that."

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Thank you, Ryan <3