who are we to be emotional

[fight_like_a_girl]

WHO| Steph and YOU!
WHAT| Arrival Shenanigans
WHEN| Today after she gets dropped in Panem
WHERE| Training Center, District 8 Suites, Rooftop
WARNINGS| None at the moment!


Training Center

This isn't the first time Stephanie has woken up in a strange place, but it was certainly the first time for a mob of armed guards informing her that she was now apart of a battle royal to the death. She'd insisted that they must be joking, but when they got nasty and threatened violence, she backed off. Contrary to popular belief, she didn't actually enjoy getting beat up. There was also the nagging feeling that something was very wrong with her, she just couldn't place what, which is why she's here in the training center.

It doesn't take long for her to discover that they're somehow blocking the serum in her body. Her punches don't move the sandbags like they used to, and she gets winded so easily that it's alarming. Steph stops the bag from swinging, breathing hard and fast. None of this boded well.



District 8 Suites

The district suites where they dropped her off are ridiculous to say the least. They're huge and gaudy and she can't quite decide if she likes them or not; It's so much space for so few people. She might be biased in that respect, but there's no denying the scale and luxury of it all.

Steph is poking around the common areas and the kitchen, investigating all the bells and whistles. It's not like she has much else to do.



Rooftop

After everything that's happened so far, Steph has wandered to the rooftop for some fresh air. She has to admit that the view of the city is is impressive. It's still a whole different world, hostile and controlling, apparently feeding on death and pain like it's going out of style. It's frustrating to be so powerless in the face of such gross injustices. But none of that means she's about to give up. No, she's just got to come up with a plan of attack. And there's no use rushing headlong into trouble.
 

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training center;

[stotte]

It's been a few weeks since she'd returned from the arena, but it was now that Astrid was really dedicating herself to training harder. It comes from experience that one learns that anything could happen when you're playing the games and no matter how stronger someone thinks they are, there's always things that could knock you out.

Already an expert with the axe, she begins practicing with other weapons to improve her variety in ability, but decides most of the training should go into making better use of her own body. Setting down the weights, she decides she's done fairly well for the day until she spots another blond across the room who seems to be doing a bit better.

Even if the stranger might believe she's weakened, in Astrid's eyes, it's still a very impressive sight, not often seeing too many girls with that amount of physical strength. She doesn't tend to approach first, but she's curious, walking closer to her without really thinking too much about it.

"That's quite an arm you've got there."

[fight_like_a_girl]

The training room is a lot busier than she thought it would have been, but it's not unreasonable for people to be here. It is a gym after all. An over the top, morbid sort of gym, but one none the less.

It's the fact that there's another woman here that really grabs Steph's attention. She's seen girls about, sure, but not as many of them down here.

"Thanks." She's also really bad at taking a compliment, because she considers herself no better than anyone else. But it's still nice to hear it. "You look like you could hold your in a fight."

[stotte]

"Yeah, I do pretty alright." She normally doesn't have too much modesty, but it's eased down ever so slightly since she's been here. It tends to become a little more difficult at flaunting one's own skills when you're forced to kill others with them.

She still grins a bit at the compliment, stretching her arms as she cools down from the workout. "I'm guessing you're a new face here. I'm Astrid."