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thecapitol2013-06-03 12:25 pm
tis_allgood) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-03 12:25 pm
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WHO| Cuthbert Allgood and Open!
WHAT| Food fight... sort of
WHEN| Afternoon on a day when nothing all that interesting is going on.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Minor injuries possible in this post.
It took some serious searching and luck and probably pestering various people who work for the Capitol, but Cuthbert has managed to get a decent slingshot to practice with. He knew he should have been practicing more of his close range and trapping skills, they would serve him better in a place where he wasn't likely to get the weapon he really wanted. But the temptation to practice with something he was comfortable with was just too much to resist.
Which went a little ways toward explaining what he was up to at the moment: firing unpopped popcorn kernels at anything he considered a worthy target in the Training Center arena. That included other tributes, so long as they had something interesting to aim at.
"Damn! These things are just too small."
He wasn't as accurate with the popcorn as he had been with the steel balls he used to use, but far less chance of getting in trouble this way (he hoped). It may not be wise to bend over until he has been disarmed or runs out of ammo.
WHAT| Food fight... sort of
WHEN| Afternoon on a day when nothing all that interesting is going on.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Minor injuries possible in this post.
It took some serious searching and luck and probably pestering various people who work for the Capitol, but Cuthbert has managed to get a decent slingshot to practice with. He knew he should have been practicing more of his close range and trapping skills, they would serve him better in a place where he wasn't likely to get the weapon he really wanted. But the temptation to practice with something he was comfortable with was just too much to resist.
Which went a little ways toward explaining what he was up to at the moment: firing unpopped popcorn kernels at anything he considered a worthy target in the Training Center arena. That included other tributes, so long as they had something interesting to aim at.
"Damn! These things are just too small."
He wasn't as accurate with the popcorn as he had been with the steel balls he used to use, but far less chance of getting in trouble this way (he hoped). It may not be wise to bend over until he has been disarmed or runs out of ammo.
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He loads up two kernels at the same time and shoots them high in the air, listening to the pings they make off the ceiling.
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He almost says "irritating people is fun, now?" but while ridiculous, Jay isn't actually that much of a hypocrite. He knows exactly why Cuthbert chose to do this, instead of training in a more conventional way.
"What the hell are those things, anyway? They better not be corrosive, I value my eye."
Jay takes his hand away from his face and blinks a few times, trying to get rid of the "something foreign just bounced off the cornea" feeling -- entirely in vain.
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Bert pulls out a few more kernels of popcorn and holds them out in his hand.
"Unless you are a fire set to pop these, I doubt there will be any lasting harm."
He puts them back in his pocket again, no sense in wasting good ammo.
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He really wouldn't be surprised. The Capitol eats some very strange things. Literally and metaphorically.