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thecapitol2013-01-03 12:12 am
itwasrhetorical) wrote in thecapitol2013-01-03 12:12 am
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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.
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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"Never the less, I do not think I quite have--" She struggled with her words for a moment "--I do not believe I have what it takes to touch a knife." A brutal cruel thing. One only needed to look at the edge, so harsh and unforgiving, to know it wasn't a thing for a woman to have.
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"Do you use one for cooking? Eatin' with?" He took a step closer and gently took the knife from her. "If ya can think about it like that, it'll make cleanin' dinner a he-" he paused, catching himself, "-a whole lot easier in the arena. Givin' ya know what yer doin'."
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Why had nobody taught her how to use a knife to cook? It seemed so ridiculous now that nobody had given her what seemed such simple skills to everybody else.
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He cleared his throat, kind of sheepish like, and looked down at the knife in his hands. He tapped the flat of the blade against his palm thoughtfully and decided to take a risk. "I could - teach ya some. Iffen ya wanted."
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"I can not say I make an good student at these weapons." Glinda replied with a crinkled nose. "But I am willing to try."