Leonidas "Leo" Cora (
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thecapitol2015-02-14 08:35 pm
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[semi open] A World of Madness
Who| Leo and any revived District 2 Tributes, along with any staff
What| Examining the recovery process through each arena and making sure
Where| D2 Floor and the Training facilities
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Swearing and details about the Arena deaths.
A. Death's a Slap on the Wrist [Locked to D2]
Watching the Arenas as a spectator wasn't that uncommon an activity for Leonidas to partake. He would take notes and analyze the data gathered from it to attune his training sessions with his former clients. It was his duty as a former Career and to his District. But this was the first time he was doing all of this as a staff member. He had to commend the otherworlders and their efforts in survival: the Capitol truly brought strong ones to the bloodbath. But the moment he saw someone die, Leo bit back his arrogance and decided to wait for them. He had to see the process of revival from a physical and psychological point of view. He took a tasergun as a precaution against any particularly violent Tributes reeling from the procedure.
His curiosity always got the better of him but Leo made big boasts in his first communication with the Tributes. Time to come through with said words.
B. Pride is totally not an issue
The numbers were dwindling and it was becoming obvious to Leo that his district was either going to break even with their kills or die horribly. Felicity was still in the competition and he'd have to eat his words towards her. Great in some aspects as she proved her worth were she needed to, bad because he'd have to apologize as soon as she came in. But in retrospect, Calendius' words fell on listening ears, and if Worthington didn't win, Leo would commend her and make sure she continues whatever she's doing.
The hobbit of a man rubbed his forehead as he worked on other things, but his eyes fell back to the Arena screening...and the sabertooth battles. "Shit, shit, shit," he spat out, "Don't let the close...break the nose and-" He stopped himself.
What| Examining the recovery process through each arena and making sure
Where| D2 Floor and the Training facilities
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Swearing and details about the Arena deaths.
A. Death's a Slap on the Wrist [Locked to D2]
Watching the Arenas as a spectator wasn't that uncommon an activity for Leonidas to partake. He would take notes and analyze the data gathered from it to attune his training sessions with his former clients. It was his duty as a former Career and to his District. But this was the first time he was doing all of this as a staff member. He had to commend the otherworlders and their efforts in survival: the Capitol truly brought strong ones to the bloodbath. But the moment he saw someone die, Leo bit back his arrogance and decided to wait for them. He had to see the process of revival from a physical and psychological point of view. He took a tasergun as a precaution against any particularly violent Tributes reeling from the procedure.
His curiosity always got the better of him but Leo made big boasts in his first communication with the Tributes. Time to come through with said words.
B. Pride is totally not an issue
The numbers were dwindling and it was becoming obvious to Leo that his district was either going to break even with their kills or die horribly. Felicity was still in the competition and he'd have to eat his words towards her. Great in some aspects as she proved her worth were she needed to, bad because he'd have to apologize as soon as she came in. But in retrospect, Calendius' words fell on listening ears, and if Worthington didn't win, Leo would commend her and make sure she continues whatever she's doing.
The hobbit of a man rubbed his forehead as he worked on other things, but his eyes fell back to the Arena screening...and the sabertooth battles. "Shit, shit, shit," he spat out, "Don't let the close...break the nose and-" He stopped himself.

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And he'd have to take such a training himself. His expertise was in combat but he'd been looking into how to best improve them. "They're lucky they have you as a mentor."
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Torin had to smile at that. "You're too kind--I'm just doing what anyone in my position would. It's a big responsibility."
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Maybe a little callous but Torin had to cut himself some slack in all this and partake in the benefits of his decisions, in his support, and his endeavor.
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His own shortcomings were starting to weigh on Leo, more so when he saw a Tribute fall and join the ranks in the Death list. At least District 2 has hold out more than the others. "District 11 could be our competition soon enough."
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"That's a possibility," Torin agreed. "Strange, how these things change."
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"How is your niece adjusting to this new life?" A little awkward but it was a less gory subject.
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He had no problems with an awkward change of subject if it wasn't quite so gory. "She's adjusting well, I think. Hasn't made herself sick on the food again."
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And there went Ruffnut, broken by a berserk Thor. Not going to pay attention to that, Leo isn't going to break this happier streak of events with troubling developments.
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Torin glanced at the monitor and grimaced. He'd rather deal with the sort of danger a teenage girl who didn't have to go through the hell that was the Arena. He'd made absolutely certain to use all of his influence back home to keep her out of the Games, which had been easier with his District so full of willing volunteers...
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Cora had a feeling that if Felicity were put in danger, there wouldn't be much to say other than run.
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"I'd be hard-pressed to find a Tribute or a Capitolite who would pass her father's standards, let alone yours."
As another Tribute fell, Leo took a drink, "As long as she doesn't get over her head over all this and believes..." whatever teenagers think they can do with the off-worlders.
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He's just going to try not to think too hard on some of his sister's wilder flights of fancy, and how Felicity reminds him of her mother...
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He then took a quick note, and spoke out loud, "I dare wonder what fresh hell they'll go through next week."
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That felt like acid down his throat.
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And not the sort of plastic cheer that was on call. The man was grinning, "Oh wow I'd hate to be Calendius right now; good job Jet!"
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The Arenas weren't going to always be on their favor, so it'd best to have something of a buffer.
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