sharp shooting [ivan/flynn]

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IVAN RIN

Trainer

Being the one who taught the victor kid how to shoot is definitely something to boast about. Ivan had trained for years, waiting for an opportunity like this to show itself. He was the head trainer for the 87th tributes, and he was determined to scope out the ones he thought had potential, work with them, and turn one of them into a victor. He managed to exactly that, too.

Flynn was a small boy from Six, but for some reason, when Ivan saw him, he saw potential. He saw a possible young victor behind those eyes, and he wanted to help shape him. That's why he helped him. He started with showing him how to use knives, and then moved onto the guns. Guns weren't typical in the arena, but they'd shown up a couple of times, so Ivan figured that focusing on them couldn't hurt, and boy was he ever right.

When it came to actually being in the arena, Flynn wielded his gun even better than Ivan expected him to, as he wasn't sure if the boy would retain all of the information he'd learned in training or not. Apparently, he didn't forget much of anything, if anything at all.

Now, as the victory tour was circling through, Ivan wanted to be sure to get at least one last meeting with the young victor. Flynn would have gone through and surely visited a lot of people by now, but Ivan wouldn't let himself be forgotten on that list.

Upon seeing Flynn, Ivan approached the boy and extended his hand.

"Sharp shooting out there, kid," he said to him. "Looks like our training paid off, yeah?" Ivan let out a chuckle.

SWANSKI

tag: d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel / Flynn Garner

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

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"Sharp shooting out there, kid," The trainer from the beginning of the games bumps into me between passing to different appointments. The one who spent a few hours training me to be something.

Sharpshooter is really beginning to catch on. The Capitol have me posing in cowboy gear with fancy golden revolvers and weird spikey boots. Great, so they are celebrating how I brutally fired metal into the bodies of other kids. Great. I know that is it now. I know that is all I will be known as for the rest of my breathing victor life. Of course, unless I do something in the future to change my reputation. But lets just wait and see.

Throughout, from the interview with Sardonyx to all the other little meetings, I have been interrogated to try and find out exactly how a thirteen-year-old kid from Six managed to aim so well. Really, I do not know. Maybe it is talent. Maybe it is the hour or two I spent with that meathead trainer before entering the arena, throwing knives at dummies and firing the fake gun at the virtual machine. I really do not know.

Of course, that trainer is now pointing at himself. Saying it was all him. I will let him have it, just to stop the interrogations. ”Thanks, yeah. Haha!” I take his hand, shaking it. I have done a lot of shaking of hands. The escort has been kind enough to give me some hand sanitiser. ”You definitely helped me.” I might as well give him the credit.