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[itwasrhetorical]

WHO: Glinda and OPEN
WHAT: Last minute training to try to teach herself some survival skills.
WHERE: Training level
WHEN: Today. Morning through to night.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Feel free to encounter her anywhere around the stations, just let me know.

Glinda had no intentions of leaving the training room without a literal fight. And seeing as real fighting wasn't particularly permitted it seemed that nobody was going to force her.

She'd had a nice enough time in the Capitol so far but the looming doom of another Arena - apparently the cruel things were frequent - left her feeling anxious and terrified. Enough so that she was waking with a start at night in cold sweats. She couldn't put it off any longer. If her magic wasn't going to be forthcoming despite her frequent attempts to schmooze the best of the Capitol's elite then she would jut have to learn how to defend herself with her own two hands.

Glinda made careful note to visit as many stations and get experience handling as many weapons as possible although the longstaff was most definitely her favourite weapon. It was the only one that she knew how to hold and twirl with ease.

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[futilecycle]

During training sessions, Sigma preferred to observe. This way the newcomer had come to learn the faces of a few of his opponents, though they had never exchanged a word. But despite this being his first (and what he assumed would be his last) round in the Games, he had yet to train with a single weapon. The less the others caught on about his abilities, the better - he hoped overconfidence would be their downfall. And so playing the part of the frail old man, Sigma slouched against the wall. He pretended to catch his breath as he looked around the room, getting an idea of what, or who, he might find in the Arena.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow as he watched a young woman work with her staff. She seemed to be managing fine, though it was a shame to think that in a matter of days, twentysome of them with her included would be at eachother's backs. Would she be ready? Without making an effort to conceal his interest, he folded his arms and watched, making it look as though he were learning something.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda was aware that she was being watched. It came from a lifetime of being in the public spotlight to know when another's eyes were on her.

She was showing herself to be too competent, a little too eager to learn, she was making herself a target despite her low score. It didn't take much to rectify however as she let her staff fly from her hands, clattering on the floor and rolling away from her, flushing red the witch chased after it. The titters behind her would only serve to aid her cause.

Glinda snatched up the staff once it finally came to a stop, glancing about and finally caught a look at the man watching her. She stood stock still as if embarrassed at being caught.

[futilecycle]

Sigma frowned as the staff hit the floor. He thought to lower his eyes to spare her dignity, but knew he wouldn't be fooling anyone. As she stiffened, he rose from his spot slowly and in a way that he hoped looked painful.

"Am I bothering you?" he asks gruffly, meeting her eyes. The light behind his cybernetic eye focused on her uncannily. He gestures to her staff in what he hoped was an encouraging fashion.

"Go on. You were doing well."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda mutely shook her head, twisting the staff in her hands before seemingly forcing herself to play. Goodness, she had forgotten how easy it was to sink back into the role of the painfully shy ingenue. Much too easy.

"N-No, you aren't bothering me." She answered quietly. The eye fascinated her enough to prompt her to glance at it curiously. He looked like a ticktock man. But he was far too normal looking other wise. Glinda sighed. "I think I have made quite enough of a fool of myself today." She admitted.

[futilecycle]

Taken aback by her sudden shift in demeanor, Sigma softens considerably, having fallen for her act. The old man gives a shrug, trying to seem less intimidating than before. Her glance at his eye didn't go unnoticed.

"Nonsense. What will you do, go back to your quarters after only one failure? Now isn't the time to give up." Odd, she really had been doing well until now.