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thecapitol2014-03-15 09:29 pm
gluteus) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-15 09:29 pm
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Who| Maximus and YOU, OPEN for Mingling - All District 3 will be 'Asked' to attend, but everyone else is welcome
What| Come get Combat Training from the Cyborg Gladiator
Where| The Training Center
When| Two days after the Motorcycle Races
Warnings/Notes| Nothing so far! Maybe violence, but nothing with gore since it's just training weapons.
Maximus was a regular in the training center, but today was different. Today he had set up a good portion of the hall exactly as he wanted it - a large training mat (one of the better inventions in the last few millenia), a large rack of swords, shields, and spears. He couldn't find pilla, but spears would do well enough. The day before, he'd gone around to each of the rooms in district 3 and told them to report to the training center the next day, or face consequences. He also, however, asked Wyatt to attend, and mentioned it to anyone else he thought could use some training.
It didn't really matter who showed up, he would treat them all the same.
It took more than a day to make a soldier, but perhaps at least he could begin to get some of the tributes thinking like one.
Or maybe they would start seeing the benefit of working together.
His Sabertooth Tiger, Ferox, prowled around the edge of the training mat, watching the tributes as if one of them might make a good dinner, and occasionally coming up to rub its large head against Maximus' prosthetic leg.
[OOC note: Each tribute will be greeted, have a rough assessment of their skills taken, and then given a series of instructions for training. Trainees of a similar level will be grouped together, for team activities. Feel free to either tag in for the greeting/assessment, or create an open post for other people to tag you for mutual training.]
What| Come get Combat Training from the Cyborg Gladiator
Where| The Training Center
When| Two days after the Motorcycle Races
Warnings/Notes| Nothing so far! Maybe violence, but nothing with gore since it's just training weapons.
Maximus was a regular in the training center, but today was different. Today he had set up a good portion of the hall exactly as he wanted it - a large training mat (one of the better inventions in the last few millenia), a large rack of swords, shields, and spears. He couldn't find pilla, but spears would do well enough. The day before, he'd gone around to each of the rooms in district 3 and told them to report to the training center the next day, or face consequences. He also, however, asked Wyatt to attend, and mentioned it to anyone else he thought could use some training.
It didn't really matter who showed up, he would treat them all the same.
It took more than a day to make a soldier, but perhaps at least he could begin to get some of the tributes thinking like one.
Or maybe they would start seeing the benefit of working together.
His Sabertooth Tiger, Ferox, prowled around the edge of the training mat, watching the tributes as if one of them might make a good dinner, and occasionally coming up to rub its large head against Maximus' prosthetic leg.
[OOC note: Each tribute will be greeted, have a rough assessment of their skills taken, and then given a series of instructions for training. Trainees of a similar level will be grouped together, for team activities. Feel free to either tag in for the greeting/assessment, or create an open post for other people to tag you for mutual training.]
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It wasn't just the tiger. Maximus made a very imposing figure, but if Peeta had any hope of staying alive if he was ever thrown into another arena (and protect Katniss by actually fighting, not dying), then he needed help. Especially from someone who also knew the difficulties of having a false leg where once there was a real one.
"Are you just training tributes today, or can anyone join in?" Peeta asked with a smile.
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"It is open, to those who wish to take part," he said. "For you, or your tributes."
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"For now, I think you're going to have to be stuck with me for a little bit."
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"Choose your weapon."