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WHO| Cuthbert Allgood and Open!
WHAT| Food fight... sort of
WHEN| Afternoon on a day when nothing all that interesting is going on.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Minor injuries possible in this post.

It took some serious searching and luck and probably pestering various people who work for the Capitol, but Cuthbert has managed to get a decent slingshot to practice with. He knew he should have been practicing more of his close range and trapping skills, they would serve him better in a place where he wasn't likely to get the weapon he really wanted. But the temptation to practice with something he was comfortable with was just too much to resist.

Which went a little ways toward explaining what he was up to at the moment: firing unpopped popcorn kernels at anything he considered a worthy target in the Training Center arena. That included other tributes, so long as they had something interesting to aim at.

"Damn! These things are just too small."

He wasn't as accurate with the popcorn as he had been with the steel balls he used to use, but far less chance of getting in trouble this way (he hoped). It may not be wise to bend over until he has been disarmed or runs out of ammo.

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Venus has given up practicing at ranged weapons. Instead, she's learning how to deal an artful killing blow on a tackling dummy that, pursuant to Capitol technology, actually tells you when you've hit it hard enough to break a spine or shred a spleen. Its plasticky skin fills with fake bruising where its hit, too, which Venus thinks is a little crass, but at the least it does its job.

She pauses when a kernel of corn hits her between the shoulder blades. She whips around and places a hand on her hip. Her glossed-up lips form a pout that stays just a hair away from looking ugly. Her eyes narrow but her brow doesn't furrow.

"Excuse me."

"No need to apologize, the fault was all mine."

When she turns to face him Bert can't quite wipe the shit eating grin off his face fast enough. He does reload though and aim somewhere just above her shoulder. He holds off on letting it go until he knows for sure what she's going to do about it.

She puts a hand on her hip and twists her mouth to the side. "If this is your way of flirting, it needs some, uh. Refinement."

"If I was flirting with you, Miss, I assure you you would know. You would be falling into my arms and begging to be mine."

Cuthbert is many things, but subtle and humble are not among them. He loads another popcorn kernel and takes aim at her feet.

"This is just practice."

"Pbbbbbt." Venus actually bursts out laughing. She pats her stomach and throws her head back. "Hahaha. Hah. Right. Right. Do you know who I am?"

He clearly doesn't. But he's not deterred by being laughed at. It almost encourages him at this point.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Not a clue." She shakes her head and grins. "But you didn't answer my question first."

"I've not a clue, but you can always let me know."

He doesn't really care, but this could still be interesting.

"Venus Dee Milo. I'm kind of a big deal." She flashes her Hollywood smile.

"Not to me, I've never heard the name before."

With a smile he loads another piece of popcorn into his slingshot and takes aim for her stomach.