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Ok. Training Session. You have approxiamately 15 minutes to show how your gonna survive.

1) You have any weapon or well, pretty much anything, and I mean anything at your disposal. Including avoxes. (eg bows/arrows, gunpowder, poison etc.)
2) Do NOT kill the avoxes. I'm perfectly fine with you injuring avoxes, but if you are majorly going to injure them, please fix them back up again. And don't be slicin off legs and stuff. After all, they are our servants, and we need those, so don’t destroy them. Them and guards. WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, AND WE WILL KILL YO FAMILY. (Yes we went there)
3) Please make these training sessions realistic. We DO judge based on style and skill, but keep it REAL. If I see something like: "Bob sliced open his arm, then stitched it up. He swept his hand over the wound and the scar disappeared." I'm gonna be reallllyyyyyyy ticked off and since I'm the GM you don't want to do that. ;)
4) Speaking of us scary GM's, you can't get into our balcony or hurt us. you can't do anything at all to us except talk to us.
5) BE REALISTIC!!! I cannot stress this enough!! Nothing bothers me more than when someone comes in and has a completely flawless training session. That's just not possible. I'm sorry.
6) Don’t RP the GM’s. You don’t know how we would react, so nothing more than like She/He heard laughter from the balcony or they looked in disdain and one sneered at her. But nothing more.
7) You get one I repeat, ONE, training session. My time is as valuable as ever right now, and I don’t need to wasting time looking for full sessions to score.
*HINT* If you find yourself asking “would Allison/Jess/Milan find this acceptable?� You probably shouldn’t do it. Unless it’s superr important for your charrie to do it, but you run the risk of being punished later.

Please note that if you do something that goes against my rules or I deem unacceptable, your charrie will pay eventually.

WHAT YOU GET IT WHAT YOU GET. I’M THE GM. WHAT I SAY IS FINAL. DON’T ARGUE (or I may kill you.)


I will post your scores here as soon as possible.

Aspen-- 8
Luke-- 10
Chloe-- 9
Veralee-- 9
Draven-- 8
Spencer-- 7
Viola-- 6
Jake-- 7

Aspen walked into the room, looking at where the Gamemakers where she called out, "Aspen Airlia, District 4." She first went to the knot tying station and tied a few of the knots that she had tied when she was at home. (view spoiler)[ Pictures of the knots (hide spoiler)] After that, she had only a few more minutes left so she ran quickly to the knife throwing station, she started with mini tridents, the first hitting a ways off from the bullseye but as she threw the last two, they both hit the bullseye. She smiled and finally threw a few spears, all hitting the bullseye and the head, both of the vital places. She bowed at the Gamemakers and gave a charming smile, "Thank you for your time." and with that she walked out of the room, feeling very satisfied with her work.

Luke walked into the training room. This is what he has waited his whole life for. Everyday he would train and finally he made it to the hunger games to honor his district. He walked in front of the gamemakers and took a bow. Personally Luke never liked to wear shirts. He thought they were uncomfortable. So quickly he pulled off his shirt. You could easily see his abbs and biceps. He walked to the weights. He picked up the 20 lb weight in one arm and then flung it across the room. He ran to a table full of knives and grabbed a few. Killing dummies as he ran by again he flung the knives. He was doing great so far. He stopped and walked to a table full of swords. He tried a few then found the perfect one. He slaughtered the dummies. Then he went to a station on the ground full of plants and water. He mixed a few things together and created a small bomb it blew up part of the station. Next he grabbed more knives and set up some dummies. He flung the knives and the knives killed the dummies and they flung into a pile. He walked toward the door. Then he realized he forgot something he ran back to the window where he left his shirt grabbed it and ran out the door.

Chloe slowly walked into the training room. She was after her twin brother and did not look foward to killing him later. She walked to the gms and took a bow. Then she walked to a station and sat on the ground. She messed with some rope. Then she messed with some plants. No one really knew what she was doing. Then she got back up and walked to a table. It was lined with bows and arrows. She picked some up and quickly killed everything in sight. She accidentally hit one of the avoxes. She quickly ran to it. She pulled the arrow out as fast as she could. Then she grabbed some plants and chewed them up in her mouth. She stuck them on the cut. They would stop the bleeding more quickly and keep infection from coming in. The she ripped off her sleeve and wrapped the wound on the avox. She apologized and walked back to the table. She found the room a mess. She quickly started cleaning out of habit with her being a neat freak. Then she realized what she was doing. She checked the time she had 5 minutes left. She sprinted to the swords picked one up and killed all dummies in sight careful not to hurt another avox. Everyone forgot about the rope and plants from earlier and an avox was walking toward it. It stepped on the contraption. The rope flew toward a hook on the ceiling. As chloe had aimed it toward ealier. Then the avoxes foot got stuck. The avox was left hanging upside down while a gas from the plants was let off putting the avox into unconciousness. This would make the avox easy kill. Chloe quickly ran toward it and freed her. She pulled the rope free and dragged the avox to the door. She saluted the gms and walked out with the unconcious avox who woke up a few minutes later with no injuries.

((Sorry they are so long allison))

((its not too bad!))

((when will u post scores?))

((Sorry it's so long but I couldn't help it! Forgive me? C: ))

Veralee stood strong and tall as the metal grid door rose in front of her, waiting for it to have fully risen before she strode confidently into the room. Her sharp gaze met with those of the gamemakers positioned above for only a moment before she spun on her heel, walking over to the tall rack of lethal weapons. After carefully observing each one she chose a tall scythe with a long handle that had a blunt curved blade that, with enough force, could to some serious damage. The blade was rather thick, flat asides from the tip of the bend. In a clear strong voice she called several avozes over, giving them demands which they willfully followed. As she waited Vera swung around the weapon in her hand, testing the weight and balance of it. She took a few practice swings on the two dummies that stood besides her, the first hit missing its target and landing in the worm burlack shoulder of the fake human. But the second hit its mark, the faceless head of the dummy skidding across the polished floor. The avoxes returned and placed the 23 dummies around her , every one of them having a number printing upon their faces, ranging from 1-12. Veralee thanked them and raised her weapon, ready to begin.

Suddenly veralee charged forwards, racing towards the single #9 dummy. She piked in the air before she reached it, her feet kicking it squarely in the middle of the chest. In mid air she swung the weapon straight down, the sharpened tip digging into the back of the skull. Still in the sky Vera flipped over the dummy and landed solidly with her feet on the ground, pulling her weapon forward so fast and strong that the head of the dummy detached itself and flew forward. Vera smiled and moved on. She ran towards another one of the fake humans, pushing the curved top of her weapon into the ground so she could flip over it and trap the head of the burlap person between her feet, the force of her landing ripping it cleanly off. She continued doing this, shredding the dummies with sharp swings of her scythe and masterful yet deadly gymnastics moves. One sole dummy stood alone and Vera closed her eyes, beginning to swing the scythe in a large circle. Suddenly she released it and sent it flying, the tip landing close to where the heart of the fake human would be. Vera did a dramatic bow and marched off, the scythe still embedded into the chest of the burlap person.

@Amy, as soon as I can get a hold of either Jess Milan, or both.

@Arianna, your good:)

@Allison I'm on :) We can consult scores in the other group

Draven sat by himself in the waiting area. Close to last, since he was D12. When his name was called my a mechanical voice he stood up and walked into the huge open room. Straight to the knives he went, he picked up several and strapped them onto various places on his body. He kept his clothes on, he wouldn't be showing off that way like many others that came out of this room shirtless. Besides, that way you couldn't hide anything. Draven then went to a fake oak tree sitting at the side of the room. He built what a common career would call a shelter. In district twelve there was an old man who claimed to have taught careers in two and he taught Draven everything about survival. He grabbed paint and scrolled ENEMY on the shelter. Next, he ran to a table of natural chemicals and plants. Rapidly he started mixing bottles of substances and sprinkling in other herbs. He proceeded to dip in each of his knives and then filled a hollowed out acorn. Draven stalked around the tree and climbed it silently at an angle where his enemy couldn't see him. Once at a good perch he threw each of the knives down in a specific pattern and they did nothing. Then he threw the acorn down into the shelter and it exploded. As this happened Draven jumped down from the tree and stood with his back against it so he wouldn't get burned. After things had settled he walked around the tree and knelt at where his knives still stood. He lit a match and touched it to one of the kings and immediately all the others lit too. One word was spelt on the ground. Sorry. Draven then took the knives out of the ground and threw them periodically across the room. He nodded his head to the game makers and strolled out of the room.

Spencer walk in nervously. He didn't even bother to take a bow. He walked straight to the Spears and picked one up. He threw it and missed slightly, but scraped the sid of the dummy. He was so nervous he didn't want to try agian so he turned to the knives. He threw five. The first one hit the dummies eye. The second hit the throat. The third hit the shoulder. The fourth hit the chest, and the fifth hit the knee. He tuned to pick up the bow and Shot a dummie in the leg. It went straight threw it. He then picked up the sword after he set down the bow. He ran to a dummie and put a gash in the side, the jammed the sword straight threw the back of the head. He was very proud of himself. He then went to the table where there where plants. He made a concotion of herbs, and piosonous berys. He dumped it down the dummies throught and it ate threw the skin like a type of acid. He then walked out without staring at the GM's.

Viola ambled into the training room, the game-makers towering above her; but not too far for her to see their motionless faces glaring through the glass. Everything she had thought of doing was rubbish. She could hide, do suduko puzzles and sit ,quiet, for a very long time. But those things were not going to get her a good score in training.

She had tried over the past days, to copy the older tributes. Carry heavy weights, fight, learn survival. But she just embarrassed herself in front of everyone. She couldn't afford to do that here!

Casually, she pondered over to the bow stands- the shiny polished metal glinted and shone. Briefly,she caught her worried face in the mirrored surface and automatically put on a serious expression to mask her anxiety.She had been ok at shooting but had never scored very high. Cautiously, she lifted the bow from the rack, all of a sudden becoming aware of the weight it slipped from her grip and clattered to the ground knocking over the racks and the the arrows.

As an unpreventable reflex she stretched out to catch the falling objects and with ease caught each arrow between her fingers on one hand and the two left over bows with the other. Taken aback by what she had done, she was unsure whether to leave the session there. But pupped with adrenalin she quickly slid an arrow into place and shot at the dummy at the other side of the open room.

Bull's eye. Straight in the heart.

Gently she placed the arrows that were still between her fingers back upon the board. If she was lucky she'd get a five (she thought.) I dropped the bow. How can you drop a bow? It's not even that heavy! Suddenly she stopped her thoughts ,realizing she was taking too long just standing there. With a nod to the game makers she ambled back out to the corridor and exhaled.

Err allison you put my name as Amelie when my tribute is called viola...

Jake entered the room, he was a nervous wreck from the inside but his outside doesn't show it, his face looked calm as ever and his body wasn't shaking much. He then looked towards the Game-makers and shouted. "Jake Lester. District 3."after that, he bowed and went into the stations full of bows and arrows. He knew he only had one chance and this was it. Personally, he wanted to do the other stations but this was what he has been training all his time for, he quickly picked up the bow and felt a nice warm touch to it. Seems like he wasn't he only one who had done this, he then picked up an arrow and felt a nice sensation go through him. He then reloaded the bow with a steady grip on his hands.

He aims for the heart of the target and so, he shoots.

Right in the middle.

He then ran at the far corner of the room and examined the line of targets and as he did so, he held the bow tight in his hands with the arrows ready and reloaded behind him. He then ran through the room and quickly shoots the arrow through the targets as he ran.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven...

Jake counted and he finally reached the end of he room. 12 tagets, he hit 12 targets. He looked over his shoulder to see what he has done, he had hit 6 tagets right at the middle of the bulls-eye , 4 of them having to aim at the head and 2 were a slight miss since he hit them at the shoulder. He panted out of tiredness but managed a smile, he then stood up straight and bowed to the Game makers as he left the room.

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