Let Me Burn. (DAISA'S PRIVATE TRAINING SESSION)
Jul 25, 2013 6:44:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 6:44:57 GMT -5
“Daisa O’Sullivan, District Eight.”
The mechanical voice of the woman rang through the room. Daisa stood up, ignoring her district partner and heading into the elevator. She arrived in the large room that held all the different stations. She didn’t know where to start. The swords? Hand-to-hand combat? Knife throwing? She started off by demonstrating her strength. Although she didn’t have large muscles, and her body showed no signs of ultra-fitness, she was pretty strong. She picked up the heavy metal ball and threw it, knocking down all the pieces of…whatever they were. She frowned at them. What the hell were they?
So far she was on a roll. She abandoned the weight-throwing area and wandered towards the hand-to-hand combat station. Ah, yes. Her favourite means of attacks, with her own bare fists. If she got her hands on some iron fists, although they’d almost certainly not have them in the arena, she’d be unstoppable, because her strength mixed with the sharp spikes would be deadly.
She went in for a high kick to the dummy, which would immediately knock someone down if she had done that to a real person. She spoke to the Gamemakers, sort of roleplaying out the end result. “That kick would immediately knock a tribute to the ground, where I’d be able to press down on their windpipe until they suffocated. People underestimate the true power of hand-to-hand combat.”
She then moved towards the swords station. Swords were never her strong point, but how hard could it be to get a few swings on a dummy? First she swung, a hit that would cause a deep gash to the kneecap. And another, and some more until she was certain if it was a real tribute, they’d bleed to death if she was fast enough to escape.
After she dealt a blow to the shoulder of the dummy, she looked around, searching for more stations she could take part in.
She then saw the fire station and a nearby dummy and was struck with some inspiration. She took two fire-sticks and set fire to the dummy. The dummy engulfed with flames, flames igniting the soft red fabric. The fabric curled and blackened like wood on a tree. The Gamemakers stared in awe, shocked at her performance. The brightness of the flames had certainly snatched their attention. She glowered at them. She wasn’t doing this session for their little entertainment. She was doing it for her own.
An Avox arrived to help clear up the mess. “LEAVE IT!” she shouted fiercely. The Avox jumped, shocked. Daisa, without thinking, drew a knife from the knife-throwing station and launched it straight at the Avox. The Avox, mouth wide open, eyes wide with alarm, arms spread out, was caught in the chest by Daisa’s knife and keeled over to the floor, revealing the Gamemakers’ appalled faces.
They were all speechless. She had done something beyond imagination. Maybe they’d give her a 1 in return for this, or maybe she’d pull a good score like a 10. Either way, she had done her duty. She saluted the Gamemakers and left the room, the dummy still engulfed in flames, a dead Avox on the floor. Daisa O’Sullivan of District Eight had left her mark.
"My name is Daisa O'Sullivan, and I will be the victor of the 28th Hunger Games."
The mechanical voice of the woman rang through the room. Daisa stood up, ignoring her district partner and heading into the elevator. She arrived in the large room that held all the different stations. She didn’t know where to start. The swords? Hand-to-hand combat? Knife throwing? She started off by demonstrating her strength. Although she didn’t have large muscles, and her body showed no signs of ultra-fitness, she was pretty strong. She picked up the heavy metal ball and threw it, knocking down all the pieces of…whatever they were. She frowned at them. What the hell were they?
So far she was on a roll. She abandoned the weight-throwing area and wandered towards the hand-to-hand combat station. Ah, yes. Her favourite means of attacks, with her own bare fists. If she got her hands on some iron fists, although they’d almost certainly not have them in the arena, she’d be unstoppable, because her strength mixed with the sharp spikes would be deadly.
She went in for a high kick to the dummy, which would immediately knock someone down if she had done that to a real person. She spoke to the Gamemakers, sort of roleplaying out the end result. “That kick would immediately knock a tribute to the ground, where I’d be able to press down on their windpipe until they suffocated. People underestimate the true power of hand-to-hand combat.”
She then moved towards the swords station. Swords were never her strong point, but how hard could it be to get a few swings on a dummy? First she swung, a hit that would cause a deep gash to the kneecap. And another, and some more until she was certain if it was a real tribute, they’d bleed to death if she was fast enough to escape.
After she dealt a blow to the shoulder of the dummy, she looked around, searching for more stations she could take part in.
She then saw the fire station and a nearby dummy and was struck with some inspiration. She took two fire-sticks and set fire to the dummy. The dummy engulfed with flames, flames igniting the soft red fabric. The fabric curled and blackened like wood on a tree. The Gamemakers stared in awe, shocked at her performance. The brightness of the flames had certainly snatched their attention. She glowered at them. She wasn’t doing this session for their little entertainment. She was doing it for her own.
An Avox arrived to help clear up the mess. “LEAVE IT!” she shouted fiercely. The Avox jumped, shocked. Daisa, without thinking, drew a knife from the knife-throwing station and launched it straight at the Avox. The Avox, mouth wide open, eyes wide with alarm, arms spread out, was caught in the chest by Daisa’s knife and keeled over to the floor, revealing the Gamemakers’ appalled faces.
They were all speechless. She had done something beyond imagination. Maybe they’d give her a 1 in return for this, or maybe she’d pull a good score like a 10. Either way, she had done her duty. She saluted the Gamemakers and left the room, the dummy still engulfed in flames, a dead Avox on the floor. Daisa O’Sullivan of District Eight had left her mark.
"My name is Daisa O'Sullivan, and I will be the victor of the 28th Hunger Games."
