An Ounce of SelflessnessAsh slipped off his chocolate brown suit jacket as he finished watching the interviews. For the interviews he'd worn a brown suit jacket with grey pants, a white collared shirt, grey suspenders and a brown bowtie. He couldn't believe his stylist had managed to get him to wear this, but he was glad he could take it off and loosen up a bit now. He even mussed up his hair so that it flopped against his forehead like he was used to. All he had to do now was get back to his apartment and rest. The Games were soon.
As he started to make his way out of area, he stopped when he saw Reed. He approached him and held a hand out to him. He knew he probably wouldn't see him again until the Games. That actually stung a lot more than he was expecting. "Hey, Reed." He said to catch his attention. Reed looked at him, at first a bit startled, but then he smiled just a bit and glanced at the hand offered to him and then shook his hand. "Good luck out there, right? May the odds be ever in your favor, and
Keeper of the PeaceBonnie gently pushed some hair behind her ear as she stepped back from the crib where her new son lay to nap during the middle of this warm summer day. Little Zephyr Dionysius Dirus had been home for a week, and he was settling in very nicely. He was a very calm baby, not too fussy, and Bonnie thought that was really a miracle because she was expecting things to be much more difficult to adjust to, but not at all. She was loving motherhood already.
On top of that, Liam was really taking to having a new baby in the house. Bonnie had been worried about him, worried that he might see it as some form of replacement, but so far he had done a marvelous job of helping whenever he could. Bonnie loved him dearly for it.
Then she looked up suddenly as she heard a loud voice coming from downstairs. Without a hesitation she knew who was shouting and she quietly hurried out of the room, closing the door so the baby wouldn't be disturbed, and she rushed down the stairs until she saw Richter confront
HGOCT: Final TrainingThis was it. This was the point where he had to show off his best skills in order to obtain some sort of ranking number that might help him gain sponsors. His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for his turn to go. He tapped his foot impatiently and stared at the floor. He was thinking about his skill and how he had to make sure that today it was perfect. He wasn't just out throwing axes with his brother today, no. It had to be perfect. He had to make his family proud, and he had to do this right to ensure he got a good number to prove that he was worth sponsoring. This was, as cliche as it is to say, the moment of truth.
Finally it was his turn, so he took a deep breath, and stood up tall. Shoulders back, chin up. He wanted to look confident. He walked into the training room and he saw the judges above and he gave a nod to them. Some of them seemed very bored, while others were still watching with some interest. "I'll be throwing axes." He managed to say, his voice cracked a
HGOCT: Training Week 3Ash Roselle wandered back into the Training Room. He had work to do. This was the last week, really. They were going to be judged soon, and he wanted to have one of the top scores. He wasn't sure how likely that would be, but that's what he wanted. He sighed heavily, starting to feel the wear and tear from the day's and night's of worrying, but he moved on. He had some more survival training to do.
He learned about camoflague this time. He knew he was learning more passive things, but he felt that he knew enough aggressive tactics that he didn't need to continue proving himself and he really didn't want his strengths to be seen by all these tributes just yet. He wanted to have some surprise left for the Games.
After working for sometime he decided he needed a break, so he looked up and scanned the room. The District 1 tributes seemed to be arguing. Maybe there was some sort of division going on there. That's amusing at least. He got up as he took note of Reed standing in the doorway. H
HG: Training Week 2Week 1 had gone by without much excitement. Ash was feeling fairly good about himself, considering the circumstances, and he made the decision to go into more survival preparation training areas. He knew he was a strong fighter, so he didn't want to concentrate on that too much. Surviving was going to be a huge part of staying alive here, and he had never been in such a position where he had to be scared of dying due to dehydration or not having proper shelter. So, he decided to learn some shelter building techniques. Seemed like a good plan to him.
As he walked into the training room, he realized he was either late or everyone else was early. The tributes were milling around, some of them at stations and others (the Careers) were busy with each other. Ash chuckled a bit to himself and tried to ignore the fact that the Careers were all over each other, and he began walking towards the station for shelter building.
He saw a few of the younger looking tributes milling around the survival
I Can Ruin Your Life, Just Give Me a Chance"What do you mean? How do you even know what dad's up to, Kiern?" Kirian demanded to know as he leaned forward on his chair which was situated next to the hospital bed where his older half brother was laying, looking rather ill. Kirian had saved him from an overdose that would have surely ended his life, but when Kiern had called saying goodbye, well...as much as Kirian disliked him, he wasn't willing to let him just die on the street. He was going to try and set him straight. And if he wasn't going to go along with his reprimands and trying to get him on the right sort of path, then fine. Kirian would really wash his hands of him, but for now he was curious. Kiern had said something interesting. He had to know more. He didn't even know that any of his siblings still had connection to their father who cared nothing for them. It amazed him.
Kiern groaned and shifted a bit in his bed. He glanced at Kirian, although he looked exhausted. "I...met with him years ago. After Keefe died. I cou
HG: Training Week 1Ash walked into the training room, glancing here and there. This was the first day, the first week, of training. He felt nervous and uncertain, and he saw all the people around him with their numbers on their sleeves, and he tried to assess them all and which were the Careers and who he'd have to watch out for. But he didn't want to seem intimidated. He knew he needed to stop staring. He wanted to look like a strong competitor, too.
Ash walked over to the section of the training room where people were learning hand to hand combat. Ash knew coming into this with good skills with an axe meant he'd have to get up close and personal with tributes. With enemies. So, if he lost hs axe in a tussle, or something, he'd have to be capable of defending himself. He had a strong upper body build, so he knew this would be a good option for him. A way to protect himself and maybe keep himself alive for another day when he's out in the Games.
He stepped up to learn a few moves, watching the instructor