trapping -| birdie&wonder
Jun 8, 2021 18:59:48 GMT -5
Post by Wonder on Jun 8, 2021 18:59:48 GMT -5
robin keeni, district 6Robin wished the Capitol were treating them more like prisoners.
He'd read somewhere in the olden days they'd kept the original tributes in the cages of the same coliseum they would end up fighting each other the next day. But the Games were different then, only a day long, quick and easy. Usually, the meek ones were picked off right out of the gate. Robin wished he could be so lucky. They just weren't designed that way anymore.
After the long trek in, Teddy had led their motley crew to the sixth floor of the training center and Robin saw the most beautiful home he'd ever seen in his life. He immediately took notice of the lighting and how soft it felt on the eyes. Most of Six was illuminated in harsh LED bulbs that whirred in the background every second of the day. The soft glow illuminated an open concept living room with a monitor just shy of the size of the wall. Red velvet couches stretched out surrounding the television which on prompting pulled out into large mattress-like surfaces.
The kitchen was chock-full of fresh fruits and vegetables. There was purified water from a bottle, this was the first time Robin had ever drunk water without a stinging aftertaste. All this food was readily available to him at any time, and he certainly took advantage of it. Hoarding loads of fruits in the rim of his shirt to carry as many with him as possible. After peeling an orange, he'd twist the peels under his nose to smell and experience the zest. The next morning, he'd put those peels in his water bottle, anxious to use every bit of fresh fruit he could get his hands on.
It'd only been a night, but by the time they'd arrived on the training center floor, Robin's stomach was noticeably larger to him. He lingered in the warmth of feeling full for the first time in a long time. Weaving in and out of the crowds of Peacekeepers and tributes, he once again took comfort in feeling as though he was invisible. Robin got to do what he liked to do best - watch.
The two from District One were deadly, siblings(?) of a previous winner, the girl from Four was silent but serious. Robin winced at the unblinking eyes of the Three girl as he passed her by the weapons, her very presence chilled Robin to the bone. Something was not right there. Whenever he had such a strong intuitive gut feeling, he followed it's discretion. The arena was full of deadly combatants this year. Robin had heard a television in passing predicting that this year may be one of the bloodiest yet - just his luck. Why couldn't he get that one arena where it flooded and everyone drowned quickly? Robin couldn't swim he'd have been a quick casualty there. Bloody? He couldn't help but roll his copper eyes. Robin couldn't get the image out of his head. The District Three Girl standing over him in some gaudy black leather suit that the Capitol would make her wear, with a giant spear - then she'd cut his cheek, and taste his blood - shudder. No thanks.
He'd fiddled with a couple of skills but not much was taking fancy with him. A quick stop at the swords station had left a fingerless dummy and a red-faced Robin who'd swung aimlessly for the head. The plants' station had proved a little too loud to read and concentrate through the exaggerated grunts and groans of the other working children (as if they had to make it any more clear that they were going to rip his heart out and eat it.) Flynn had pointed to a couple of resources back on their home floor for reading anyways, said it would do Robin better to concentrate on something more physical.
The trapping station seemed the most logical. If there was any way that Robin was going to get out of this arena alive, it wasn't by slashing or shooting like Teddy or Flynn, it was by taking advantage of the fact that he was good at hanging back in the shadows. All this relied on him, one: actually learning how to set any sort of trap that could be deadly in any way, and two: his somehow managing to scrape through the bloodbath collecting any semblance of items that he can improvise off the cuff to create something functioning.
And as Robin struggled at a basic hitch knot that the instructor was trying to teach him, he couldn't help but think again.. he was so fucked.