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[retrieverchef]

WHO: Eliot and OPEN
WHAT: looking for Parker
WHERE: around the Training Center
WHEN: sometime post Arena
WARNINGS: none


Eliot shook his hair out of his face as he walked in the door. He'd been kept far too busy since the infected bites killed him. He'd barely had time to speak to his District mates much less anyone else. That worried him. Lindsey, he knew, could keep out of trouble here in the city. Parker, on the other hand, had a knack for finding trouble.

He got in the elevator and went down to the training level. If she wasn't there, he suspected she was probably in an air duct somewhere.

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[retrieverchef]

He stands still, just watching her for a moment. Her aim is good. It's the spin that's wrong.

He doesn't say anything as he walks up to her and takes one of the knives. He throws it and it sticks in the target's left shoulder. "It's all in the wrist."

[wantsajetpack]

Pepper blinks she hadn't even heard him until he picked up the knife.

"Hm... Okay, think you can teach me that?" Because really would work better than picking up a stick in the arena and waving it around. She doubted they'd have ancient Chinese swords or desk chairs to use.

[retrieverchef]

"Of course," he replied with a smile. He picked up another knife. "You flick you wrist forward as you release the knife. Like this." He threw it, careful to make sure she'd be able to see how he did it.

[wantsajetpack]

She picked up one of the other knives holding it like he had, waiting to see if she should adjust it. "Like this and just flick your wrist?"

Her throw was a little off this time, but stuck in the dummy's arm at least. Though really she was hoping she wouldn't need to throw it in the arena.

[retrieverchef]

"Yeah." He smiled at her. "That's it."