#titus5

Felix left the Hand to Hand Combat station and cracked his neck. Man did that instructor have a death grip. She'd win in the Games without a second thought. He walked down a sort of "street" that the stations made, and he couldn't remember where he had to go next............. Knives! Felix hadn't known whether to be excited about Knives or afraid.

Felix finished at knot tying, his fingers aching, but he was certain he knew how to tie an Arbor knot perfectly. He looked at the survival skills he could take, and suddenly he saw it. The rope course. He practically sprinted over there. He lived all of his life, climbing ropes. It was his job, that’s how he helped his family survive. If he could do anything, it was this. He walked up to the instructor, and was quickly filled in on the ups and downs of the course was, how he would do it, the safety precautions, yada yada yada. He just wanted to get on this thing.

Felix finished his first round tasks, and after the break promptly began to search for another station. He looked around, and nothing really interested him. Not until he saw the huge boulder in front of him. He grinned; this was going to be a piece of cake. He was informed by the instructor what to do, how to grab the rock, and how he could pull his harness twice if the climbing became too difficult. He nodded, even if he grew up climbing, it was better to know the safety precautions. He wasn’t here to be pretentious and snobby.

'Titus Caesareo, Titus Caesareo... Who is that?'

Cael had actually gotten a Sponsor from the Parade, a woman named Valentina. The other tribute she was sponsoring was a boy named Titus Caesareo from District 5. He peered around the room, trying to decipher who was who but his eyes were quickly drawn to another boy wearing a sparkly ensemble. 

'Is that him?'

The stinging sensation running across his chest and back continued to pain him for the entirety of the President's long,longspeech.  Needless to say that his already non-enthused, forced smile and waving motions didn't last very long.  His blank, default expression returned in no time, much to Kendra's disappointment.  Everything after that seemed like a colorful, loud blur.

In what seemed like no time at all, he had returned to the stables with the rest of the tributes.  Kendra was bawling her eyes out next to him, and TAC just looked.. absent.  Kendra's attendees pushed by the thick-headed man and started her away from their chariot, smothering her in adoration and assurance that everything was still okay.  Amorem, his mentor, stood with an expression comparable to a kettle of boiling water,SKILL, his designer, standing a foot behind her, clutched the bottom of her dress, looking thoroughly distressed.

Amorem, the moment TAC's foot met equal ground with him, marched right up to him and delivered him a swift punch to the stomach.  She ended up recoiling in pain, wagging her hand and shouting a score of violent language.  TAC's abdominal region was a bit more hardy than she expected, it seemed.  TAC didn't respond, but instead just watched her erupt.

``Tacitus CONSTANTINE!  Do you realize what a dumb shit you are?  WERE YOU EVEN LOOKING AT THE OTHER DISTRICTS?  DID YOU EVEN PAY AN IODA OF ATTENTION TO WHAT I'VE BEEN FUCKING TELLING YOU?"  She gripped the suspenders of his outfit and continued. ``YOU'RE DEAD TACITUS.  YOU ARE DEAD."  Her rage was unparalleled, her face red with anger.  SKILL tugged on her arm quietly, speaking softly to her to try and calm her down.

There was no need for the woman to be so upset, it was his fault, after all, not hers.  To spare her a brain aneurism, he walked around her and set his sights towards a less crowded area of the open space they had found themselves in.  TAC didn't know where his brain was, still.  Even after all the glitz and glamor, after all the stunning displays.  He was still lost amongst the canopy of the District Seven's forest, soft gaze upon the dawn as it seemed to almost emerge from the trees itself.