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
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
Lovers QuarrelA dainty, long haired Ravenclaw girl walked down an fairly unused corridor as she held a book of potion's against her chest. She had a little basket hanging off her arm as well that had a bunch of fresh supplies for her potion experiments that she planned to do in the old classroom that her boyfriend, Jamie, had made into a sort of lab and workshop for the two of them.
She wasn't feeling her usually cheery self today, though. She could see changes in Jamie since they had returned to school. She remembered very vividly the day when she had run out to find him in Loch Cinaed after he had gotten news of his brother's death. It was traumatic and frightening, and she didn't want that to happen again. She was very worried about Jamie, and yet he still wouldn't communicate with her about it. He was the same old Jamie that was lost in his own little world 99 percent of the time. She wished he would talk to her more.
She opened the door to the classroom just as the sound of a small explosion we
Round 1: Starting LineHis heart ached as he approached the train. He was going to leave his District now. He glanced back over his shoulder once, wishing for a glimpse of something he held dear to him before being trapped in this metallic beast that was going to rush him away to the Capitol and the Hunger Games. But he couldn't see anything from here. So he glanced down and stepped inside the train with his new companion, Chane. She was younger than him, and seemed far too sweet for this fate. But the Capitol didn't care.
Ash walked into the train and looked around cautiously. There were places to sit and all sorts of things here. He wasn't sure where he was allowed to go, but he was waiting for their Escort to tell them exactly what they were supposed to do anyway. He walked over to a seat and sat down and then looked at Chane. He considered that maybe he should talk to her and get to know her a bit. He knew her a little from seeing her around the school, and just in general around the District. She lived
Chase the Wind and Touch the SkyThe sound of thundering footsteps could be heard echoing down some staircase in the large MacRath castle. Chenelle had been writing some notes in her potions journal about different reactions to new experiments she'd done in the lab Jamie had built for her just outside of the castle, but now she was seeking some peace and quiet to add her calculations and discoveries. However, peace never lingered long in the home of the MacRath's. Especially since this castle was rightfully Callum's and therefore his large group of boys ran wild through this place, too.
She heard the footsteps rush away and then the sound of the door slamming, so she imagined they had all gone out to play. She smiled a bit and turned her gaze back to what she was working on when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she gasped, glancing to her right and she smiled a bit as soon as she recognized the face of one of her sons. This one was Simon, and as usual his brow was furrowed and he looked upset about somethi
Where were you?A little boy sat at the window at the front of his home in Rousay, Scotland. He'd lived in this house ever since he was born and he knew this little ocean side town like the back of his hand, but there was one thing he was never too sure of. When his dad was going to home and how long his dad would be staying. His dad had a strange work schedule that often took him out of town and he missed him a lot. He had just turned six and his dad hadn't even been here for his birthday. He hoped he was bringing him home something nice, though.
"Landon, what're you doing over here?" His big sister asked as she moved to crouch next to him. She was only a year older, but she seemed more like an adult than most adults. She was very responsible and caring for her younger brother.
"I'm waiting for dad. He's supposed to come home today. Mum said so." Landon explained as he kept watch out the window for any sign of his father's arrival.
"Oh, right." Georgi said with a small nod. "Well, let's watch for him
I'M GETTING LAID[JOURNAL] Curtis Hodgkiss
[WARDED TO WESLEY FLETCHER]
WESLEY, WESLEY, WESLEY. GUESS WHAT?
Tried to Walk Pt. 2“What the hell are you talking about, Brody.” I said with a disapproving frown on my face as I watched Ian stumble back a step. I could plainly see Ian’s hands shaking a bit, and I knew right at that moment that he’d drank far too much of whatever strong alcohol he’d gotten his hands on. I’d seen Ian look miserable before. I’d seen many shades of Ian’s emotions since Marshall’s loss, but this was somehow the most depressed I’d seen him. The most messed up.
“I don’t like me very much anymore. L-look at me. Just look at me, Landon!” Ian shouted as he threw his hands in the air, looking as though he’d maybe burst into tears at any moment. I stood with a strong stance, wanting to prove I wasn’t about to be pushed around anymore, and just watched him. I wasn’t amused by this. Not after what he’d just done to me. “I can’t get over the fact that Marshall isn’t here. Every ti