Status Day One
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Status Day One
Ashton:
Playground Alone No Weapons Plans

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The first day || OS
Ashton ran as fast as his bare feet could allow. He followed the paved path and found himself in a playground that he swears he kind of recognizes. Before he can get a good look at everything he hears the tale tell sounds of dress shoes on pavement so he decides to hide and try to prepare an attack. As the girl emerged from the path Ashton positioned himself so she wouldn't see him. He made his way around and was preparing to attack when he saw two more Tributes come out onto the playground. 3v1 doesn't seem like good odds for Ashton, even if he did have a weapon but at this point all he has is his shoes, so he decides to sit back, maybe pick off whoever remains. Hell, a weakened 2v1 is better a solid all out brawl. After an exchange of words and a very tense few minutes they all part ways. Staying out of sight the whole time Ashton watches them leave the playground. "Fuck," he mutters to himself.
He decided to try to get his bearings and climbed onto the highest point in the jungle gym. He surveyed the arena, it was definatly a school grounds. Why a school grounds he wondered to himself. It didn't matter, he was alive, and he had something to sleep under so if it started to rain he could stay dry. He went to the dome climbing equipment and made his was inside. He took off his jacket and made a pillow out of it and waited until the sun rose to the beat of cannon shots going off.
Over, under, around the tree, into the hole... || Knots & Traps || OS
Time was winding down. I had gotten lunch, probably one of my lasts lunches for a while, and now was the time to get going and make a decision. Was I going to go do first aid training? Maybe poison and antidote training? Or should I settle for knots and traps. I know basic first aid and honestly if I get anything worse than a dislocated joint then I'm basically out of the games anyway so I'll skip that. Poisons and antidotes are useful but are they practical in every environment? What if I focus on how to make a poison based off plants that are found in a tropical climate but we land in the desert? I'd basically be boned. So I guess that leaves me with traps and knots. C'est la vie. But this would also have some huge potential in the arena. Hopefully. I made my way to the station. There was a small table with some rope and already tied knots. Some of these looked pretty fucking intense. I picked up a few and examined them. Some were stationary, some the knot would move up and down the length of the rope, and some had multiple ropes tied together. There wasn't anyone there yet so I decided I would grab some rope and see what I could do. I picked up a lengthy section that hung off the edge and gave it a little tug. It must be caught on something so I tugged on it a little more. Nothing again so I really pulled it. Two of the legs of the table crashed down, I heard a crack to my left (did it come from under the table?) and the rope I was hold flew from my hands. I had no idea what was happening. "I'd get down if I were you," someone said from behind me. "Wha..." In the uppermost of my vision I saw something falling from the ceiling. Jesus was that a log. Go left? Right? "DOWN!!" Said the voice yelling. I fell flat at the last second, feeling a woooosh of air above my head. What in the actual hell was going on? Are they trying to kill us before the games even start? The stinger walked over, and said I could get up now. I looked up to see where she and the log were, I wasn't about to get hit in the back of the head, nope not today. But to my amazement I saw the woman grab the log out of mid air and bring it to a stop. She must have seen my bewildered look on my face because she smiled and said "It's foam, hun. It probably wouldn't've done more than knock the wind out ya. I'm Delilah." Man, she was gorgeous. But before I could even take in too many details she already was asking me if I was here for traps and knots. "Yeah, obviously. Was that you? You could've killed me!" I stammered still trying to take in all that happened. After I calmed down we started doing some work. She taught me a lot of basics when it came to knots. Taught me how to make my own rope using fabric, leaves, and vines, and taught me how to combine different lengths to make a sturdy longer rope. Trapping came a little easier, maybe because I had learned the knots first, maybe because I was naturally talented, but I think it was mainly because I bathed in every single word that came out of her mouth. In the few hours we spent together, I had grown an attraction to this girl. She was like a roaring fire and I had just come in from the blizzard. She seemed to warm and soothe me, and I couldn't help but stare at her. I think she may have noticed a few times because she would blush and stammer before going back to what she was doing. The few times our hands touched while working with the rope, I would swear she was connected to a battery or something because the experience of each touch was electrifying. If I had known she was going to be here I would've spent all day here. Towards the end of the night she gave me my last bit of advice I would get until the private session. "You're going to have to wow the judges. Do you know what a Rue Goldberg machine is?" Yeah I knew what it was but I lied just to hear her talk about it. After explanation, she told me an idea to impress the judges. It really was a good one but I would have to work fast. Like real fast. I got up and started to walk out, "Hey Ashton, after you win look me up." "Um yeah, totally." My voice cracked. Awesome. I heard her giggle as I turned and walked out of there as quick as I could. I made my way to my room, replaying the whole day in my head. I suddenly had a feeling in my gut. Was it going to be enough?
The rule of threes || Survival Skills || OS
I was pretty eager to get some trading in. I stayed up the last couple nights going through a lot of the books at my disposal to get a theoretical idea of what I need to do to survive, now I just needed practical application and some practice. I wanted to spend my focus today on 4 things; first aid, knots and traps, poison and antidotes and survival skills. I had read up on a lot of these in my suite so I had gotten some basic understanding but this will give me a chance to show my face, get hands on and fill any gaps in my knowledge. Maybe I’ll learn something that will make Thadius proud of me if I get home. When, when I get home, not if.
The morning session I’m going to focus on survival skills. I read up on a lot so this wasn’t going to be too strenuous but this area was one of my least used skills before the games. If I was cold I would go inside, if I was thirsty I would drink water or eat some snow, so not having those accessible to me regularly is a weird thing to think about. The instructor, a man named Grills, said he was a former special forces military veteran, and was a bear of a man. Tall, rugged, with what seemed like almost zero body fat on him, he seemed like he always lives in the wilderness. He basically taught me what I had read: the rule of threes. A person can normally survive 3 minutes without air, 3 hours in extreme exposure, 3 days without water and 3 weeks without food.
“What’s that mean? Your first priority is always going to be shelter, whether it is a simple lean to to keep rain off you, or a snow den to help insulate any warmth you produce, shelter is your key to survival. Water can come from a verity of sources. Streams, rivers, oceans, snow, plants or even your own piss. It all depends on how you treat it. If possible you’re going to want to boil it for a good few minutes to kill any bacteria or parasites. The last thing the people at home want to see is some kid shitting their brains out cause they drank bad water, got dysentery and died. As far as food goes, stick with plant life as much as possible. They don’t have as many calories but you should be able to eat most of them raw and won’t have to cook them. Cooking can give you a big boost but remember that other tributes or predators can smell it too. So if your going to cook make it quick, make a small fire and don’t stay in the same spot.” Grills went on for a while longer about which plants were always okay, which were never okay, how to test for them and eventually how to skin an animal if it came down to it.
We got some practice in making shelters and starting fires, both were VERY different in person than reading. I found that it took almost all my focus the first few times trying to start a fire but eventually I got it down pretty well. After that he told me it was already lunch time. Fuck, how did it get so late? I didn’t expect to be here this long. I was about to walk off when he gave me one last piece of advice.
“Keep your head on a swivel and your eyes open. Nature is always talking so when it gets quiet, expect everything. If you are ready for anything, nothing can surprise you.”
I said my thanks, shook his hand and left. Pretty successful training. But most of my day was eaten up and now I had to make a choice on which one course I could end the day with. But for now, his belly was demanding his full attention.
Preparation is key
"So, you ever coming out? You didn't come to the party after the parade and you didn't do any training on the first day. You gunna just mope around and wait until it's over?" Ophelia said, giving me a cross look and an unapproving tap of her foot. I closed the book I was reading. I didn't have many back at home and since I got in the extravagant suite and the gigantic bookcase, all I could think about was getting deep into the collection. So yeah, excuse me for "moping" around. The current book I was reading was The Art of War. It all made a lot of sense and connected with me so easily. It was like running the trap game back home. Know your enemy and know yourself and all that jazz. "Thanks Ophelia. Yeah I've planned everything out. The way I see it, there are thirteen stations that I can scale from one to ten on how I think I stack up, based on my life experiences." "Oh really now? Do tell." I could tell I piqued her interest, judging by how much her eyebrows arched. "Mmhmm. So check this out. We have first aid, poisons & antidotes, long range weapons, melee weapons, hand to hand, track and field, traps and knots, swimming, survival skills, climbing wall, gymnastics, laser tag and free weights. And the way I see it I can knock a few off that list as I don't see them necessary." Ophelia interrupted me, "Oh so you think you know better than the game masters now?" "No not like that. For example, free gym. A couple hours of even super intense training weight training, is going to make you sore for the games without much gain to show. On the flip side, I don't know shit about survival skills or poisons which I think would be pretty damn useful for this ya know? So I'm going to focus on those along with a few others," I had gone over these plans in my mind a thousand times. I went down and saw the posting of what was available and wanted to make sure I was ready to get ready. And now I think I am. "We'll get you ass down there and get to work." "One last chapter then I will I promise." I said, picked up the book and read "Appear weak when you are strong and strong when you are weak."

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“Hello, I’m Rodrick and you are a mess. If I am going to have any stake in this I need something from you.”
From me, I just met you and I have nothing to give. What in the world is he going to want from me? “Umm, sure what is it?”
With the sternest of faces and coldest of eyes he said, “I’m going to need you to not fuck this up. For me, for my assistant,” he nodded to the girl standing behind him, “or yourself. I am one of the greatest stylists in the Capitol and I am not going to let my name be besmirched by some kid who doesn’t know the difference between a toothbrush and a finger nail brush!”
I looked at the lady behind him for some sort of indication that he was kidding but got nothing as she kept filing her nails. I guess he was serious after all.
After Ophelia explained the possible riches and everything tied with winning the Game, I wasn’t here to mess around either. I had tasted luxury and I wasn’t going to let it go so easily.
After hours and hours of primping, exfoliating, and measuring they sat me down in a chair for my hair. I had grown accustomed to my hair so I was nervous but willing.
“Oh shit. Hey boss I accidentally dyed his hair red!” Yelled Ginger to Rodrick. He came running frantically from the other room mumbling something I didn’t understand. Once in the room she said “Just kidding. We’re actually all done here. What do you think boss?”
“I told you to call me Rodrick. And I like it. You didn’t take away his identity but still cleaned him up. Turn him around let him see.”
That was the first time I think I actually saw myself for what I could be. I was stunned but elated.
Rodrick Goldberry Born ever in the outskirts of wealth, Rodrick always sought to cross from almost great to perfection. Through meticulous grooming and posh mannerisms, he was able to finally land a position as lead fashion design for the Capitol. Rodrick's no horse game lifestyle poised him to be the perfect caretaker of his newest student. Ginger Willows Brought up from very an extremely wealth family, Ginger was destined for greatness, except he wild side sometimes got the best of her. One day she played a prank that ended up potentially putting the president in mortal danger, knocking out the air conditioning in his mansion. Her parents used their affluence to sway officials not to make her an avox and she was granted tutelage under Rodrick.
Deal Gone Wrong /Reaping/
It was a day as any other. The sun rose. The birds sang. More orders came in. About the only thing more reliable than the drug orders was the reaping. Ashton never really needed to worry about it but he knew that he had customers who probably put their children’s names in additional times so they could sell the ration tickets to pay for their addiction. It was mandatory and he was not going to get in trouble for something as not going to a stupid ceremony. Thaddius had told him that last years reaping was a great time for business because grieving parents sought out a fix to help ease the emotional trauma of watching their kids go off to die. Either way it meant that Ashton needed to go pick up a huge shipment and bring it to the warehouse. It wasn’t going to be easy with all the extra peace keepers around. He would need to take some extra precautions to make sure he wasn’t caught but that meant it would take him longer. He would need to ditch the shipment somewhere, go to the reaping, and get back to Thaddius as soon as it was over.
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