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Tony "Griff" Griffith

"The name's Griff. I've blessed this earth with my presence for 17 years now. Advantages? God, look at me, I'm gorgeous."

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a character in “The 33rd Annual Hunger Games!”, as played by WingedOctopus

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Name: Tony "Griff" Griffith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District: 5
Advantage: The viewers will certainly side with him. He's cocky, confident, and gorgeous to look at. He'll have lots of sponsors.
Otherwise, he's physically very strong, but gets tired easily and doesn't have much stamina.
Appearance: Very attractive. Deep brown eyes, almost black, a rugged chin with a stubbly black goatee, and bleach blond hair with dark roots showing through. He likes wearing male makeup.
Token: An earring. It is a large ruby stud set in silver. It's a family heirloom, plus Griff just likes it. It's stylish.

Personality

Griff is quite a charmer. He's charismatic and smooth-talking, good at manipulating people's emotions. Flighty as a summer breeze, he's bored easily and does whatever he feels like doing. He's self-absorbed. He considers himself God's gift to women.

When he's in public, he puts on quite a suave show, but his real personality is conceited. Rude. Sarcastic. Not particularly pleasant to be around. He doesn't like you, and he doesn't care about your problems.

He's fashion OCD. If your tie doesn't match your shoes, or dear God, if you wear socks with sandals, he'll probably leap out of hiding and slap you. His appearance is majorly important to him. Seeing the Capitol fashions will probably make his life worthwhile.

For all his faults, though, Griff knows how to treat a woman. He knows exactly the right way to make them buckle at the knees, the right things to whisper into their ear, the right way to brush their hair out of their face... he tends to be quite the player, but he says he's just "looking for the right girl". In the meantime, though, he doesn't care how many shattered hearts he leaves in his wake.


Disclaimer-- My character isn't very nice. ^^; Please forgive me if he is mean to your character. It isn't that I don't like you... Griff is just a jerk.

Equipment

Biting sarcasm? Smoldering good looks? Sheer stubborness? If ignorance is a tool, he's the master.

In all reality, his best weapon is his own body. He's strong. Also, he may not be particularly smart, but he can make himself likable enough to get some allies. With all his confidence, he seems like the world revolves around him. (To him, it does.)

History

Griff's mother was fifteen when she had him. His father was twenty-four. When he was born, his mom couldn't afford to feed and keep a baby, so she left him in the gutter.

A tailor in the richer side of District Five found little baby Griff and took him in. He grew up around fabrics and threads, coats and hats and dresses and tuxedos. His adoptive father pampered and spoiled him. Griff had anything he ever asked for-- and what he asked for was clothes. His closets back home are overflowing with outfits, many of which he's only worn once but is loathe to part with. Quite a fashionista, this one.

He's always been told that his mother died when he was very young, but this was a lie. He has no idea that he was adopted. His "father" sees how conceited and proud Griff is, and knows that if Griff found out he was left to die in a gutter by a teenage girl, his confidence would be shattered.

It is Griff's dream to see the Capitol and its fashions. The culture! The class!

So begins...

Tony "Griff" Griffith's Story

Setting

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Character Portrait: Crystal Densure Character Portrait: Cassius Rhodes Character Portrait: Isabella 'Precious' Johnson Character Portrait: Felicity "Lissy Doll" Evans Character Portrait: Marth Telman Character Portrait: Tony "Griff" Griffith
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Harper

The train ride was something else. He had never eaten so much in his life. He knew the other girl tribute, but not very well. He knew that she didn't have any parents, at least that was what he thought, and that she was just as good a swimmer as he. Also good with spears. But he didn't talk to her much. Too busy stuffing his face.

His mentor was a middle-aged woman named Mags. She had won one of the first few Hunger Games, and although a bit....strange....she seemed to know what she was talking about. Her hook making skills were definitely not to be laughed at.

He managed to forget that he was going to a match where he'd be killed, talking about it with his mentor hypothetically. Now, as he entered the training room, it began to hit him how real this was.

The other tributes looked....how should he say this...a hell of a lot more ready than him. He knew his district had schools where they trained you to be top-notch tribute material. Harper never had any interest for it. Competition was annoying. Suddenly, he realized that after he had been picked, no one volunteered....huh. Guess he was really as annoying and useless as his father typically said he was.

Still, his father had given him some potentially life-saving advice. It wouldn't do to be mad at him. He stood up straight and tried not to look like such a pathetic weakling. Still, the sight of the tall muscled guy boxing a punching bag to bits wasn't helping.

He decided to go to the knots section. This, at least, he knew how to do. He had never picked up a sword, or strung an arrow before. The thought of doing so on a person made him a bit sick. This was really not what he was cut out for. Mags had advised that he not show off too much, since the element of surprise could save your life. Being surrounded by these A-type personalities just made him shrink away, no desire at all to pull a "hey, look what I can do!" He quietly made his knots, not really listening to the instructor. Please, he thought, [i]I've been making fishing nets since I was three. Not the best in my district, but not bad either.[i]

What he was really trying to listen to was the group of tributes that had gathered by the big guy. There was a blonde and a brunette girl there. The blonde one did most of the talking. She looked...unsavory. Something about her made Harper dislike her already. Were they making alliances already? The Careers, probably. He figured he didn't even need to worry about them trying to recruit him. He wasn't exactly that type of material.

Lissy

Ugh. This Griff guy is going to get on my nerves.

Sure. He was handsome. I guess. Maybe for some people. I had seen him around before, and a couple of my girl friends (of which I didn't have very many) would oggle him whenever he walked by. But now that I was here, up close to him, I realized that was the only good thing about him. The whole train ride, he wouldn't shut up about fashion. He didn't seem to like me too much. I can't really blame him. I wear whatever the hell I want, fashionable or not. He nearly died of excitement when we reached the Capitol.

I was homesick. I missed my family, the whole rambunctious lot. It was rare to have such a normal family. At least, that was what I thought. That we were normal. Both parents. Plenty of siblings. An unbelievable streak of luck. Of course, it had to end with me.

Well, maybe this was actually a good thing. Maybe it was one of those fate things Mom always talked about, that good things were still waiting for me. Perhaps I'd win this? It was a stretch, both to say this was a good thing and to think I could win it. I was so small. Too small. And one of the youngest. I had seen the tapes of the other tributes. Most of them were older than 15. Griff was 17. There was one girl, the one from District 12, that was younger than me. 12, from 12. She was almost as small as I was, maybe even smaller. I felt sorry for her. She was sure to be singled out. There were about two other people my age, one from also from 12, and the other a small guy from 1 (which frankly surprised me), and one 14 year old girl from 10. I might have missed some, but those were the ones that stuck out. Everyone else was older. So, what, that was five people, out of 24, younger than everyone else. It was disheartening to say the least.

By the time I got to training, it was bustling with people. I recognized most of them from their tapes. There was that big guy from 2. I think everyone remembered him. The devious looking girl from 1 who volunteered. The boy from 4 who took forever to realize he had been picked. The small guy from 1, who the girl seemed to be avoiding. The other girl from 2. And many, many others.

It looked like the Careers were already forming. I didn't doubt the girl from 1 for going to the big guy. He'd be a powerful asset. I involuntarily imagined myself as the punching bag he was hitting, and the result wasn't pretty. I liked to think, though, that it would take a lot of punches to take me down.

I didn't want to reveal my stamina here, since that was my real advantage. My mentor had agreed as well. Griff knew about it, I think. Knew of it. He seemed in love with the idea that the Capitol would find him so gorgeous that sponsors would come flocking to him, providing for him. I thought he was dreaming, but whatever. If he died when reality hit, it'd be one last person I might have to face or kill.

I went to the 'various weapons' area. Apparently, slingshots weren't a popular choice for the games. I picked out a sling. I didn't want to show off, but I didn't want to be ignored either. I wanted everyone to think twice before underestimating me. I knew my appearance was a huge disadvantage. I mean, come on, I look like a China doll. And not in a good way.

I picked a target, and effortlessly slung the rock. It hit squarely, almost lodging itself. It did leave a dent, which I was happy about. I grinned, and continued slinging, hitting the targets every time.

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Character Portrait: Felicity "Lissy Doll" Evans Character Portrait: Marth Telman Character Portrait: Tony "Griff" Griffith
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Hands in his pockets, Tony Griffith scanned the training area. His face looked almost serious, quite a strange occurrence for the guy. Where was the usual smirking and flirting? No, he was actually preoccupied with scoping out the competition. There were the usual Careers. Bulky, brawny. Brainless, if he was lucky. But there were a surprising amount of scrawny, skinny characters, mean and little-looking. Griff lifted an eyebrow. Maybe he shouldn't count them out so soon.

Well, either way, he thought, sauntering into the center of the room. I've got a good chance here. Slouching, he looked like he didn't have a care in the world.

His eyes wandered to the slingshot station. And who should he see but Lissy Doll Evans. He made a tch noise, observing her as she hit a target. That Lissy. She'd shot him death glares all throughout the train ride. He hadn't known her back at home, but he knew right off the bat that he wouldn't have wasted his time. She was too boyish, too unshapely, too-- well, frankly, she seemed kind of witchy. Shooting daggers with her eyes at him just for trying to make some friendly conversation.

He wasn't convinced, of course. She was probably just acting tough because she was bowled over by being with him at close quarters. Every girl in District 5 had a thing for him. It was just a fact of life. It was hard work being so gorgeous.

Griff crept down the aisle, watching as some kid went down and tried to strike up a conversation with her. He recognized the guy as the District 1 tribute. He lifted an eyebrow. Marth hardly looked like a Career. Well, all the easier to kill him in the games, then.

Griff butted his way in when he saw Marth leave, slinging his arm around Lissy's waist. "Heeey there," he said, that arrogant grin back on his face. He gave her a wink. "Making friends, I see!"

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Character Portrait: Elenour Parks Character Portrait: Felicity "Lissy Doll" Evans Character Portrait: Tony "Griff" Griffith Character Portrait: Harper Fields
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(sorry for the late post >.<)

Harper

Harper smiled somewhat and walked over to the girl. "See, you're putting this loop through the wrong hole. It goes in, under, through, and out, like this." He pulled the rope tightly, making a snug knot. "See? What I like to do is add more pieces of rope, to make a net."

He was going to say more, but something in his brain reminded him loudly that he would have to kill that girl. He ignored the voice violently. He liked talking to people, sometimes even helping them, and no one was going to take that away from him!

Just to show he wasn't beaten, he continued a conversation with her. "So. You're from six, right? Transportation? What's your name, anyways? Oh, wait, no you're doing that knot wrong....it goes over this way, not that way. Here." He took her hands and manipulated them so that they made the knot correctly. "See? Like that."

Lissy

If looks could kill, Griff would be dead before he'd even get a chance to play. I'd see to it myself.

He had acted when I wasn't paying attention, looping his stupid arm around my waist, his stupid face smiling that stupid smile that he stupidly thought (somehow) was stupidly attractive. Stupid.

I wanted to slap those words out of the air, and then stomp on them until they were good and dead. That...that tone was the worst part.

"Not with you," I spat, shaking his arm off, "Which is your own loss, really. What are you coming over to bug me for anyways? Don't you have enough girls who fawn for your attention? Go to them, not to me, who has no inkling of interest in you."

I turned away from him to prove my point, and focused back on my fire. Precious's fire, to my delight, had hardly been worth paying attention to. Mine, on the other hand, was beginning to roar loudly, and sparked ferociously. Not unlike myself, I thought.

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Character Portrait: Felicity "Lissy Doll" Evans Character Portrait: Tony "Griff" Griffith
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The boy winced at her words, putting a hand on his chest. "Oh, my heart. That smarts, Lissy Doll," he said, putting on a hurt look. His eyebrows lifted when the girl's fire roared to life. It better not have singed his eyebrows. He could see himself working with the tomboyish girl in the games, but not if she ruined his image. That was just not acceptable.

Out of the corner of his eye, he scanned the rest of the room. Axes and other weapons protruded out of dummies, overhead ropes swung with the weight of swinging tributes, and the various stations and practice rings in the hall were overflowing. Looked like all the tributes were hard at work.

Griff turned his attention back to Lissy. In Griff's opinion, it was more important to learn about the other tributes than to practice his own skills. He knew he could wrestle, he knew he could handle himself with a knife. A week's worth of practice would'nt make a difference. Unless he was aiming to intimidate the others. Which he wasn't. He preferred to be a mystery, a wild card. Who is that gorgeous man observing from the corner?

"Can't we all just be friends, doll?" he coaxed. He cocked his head alluringly, his signature move-- but he did made sure he was far enough away that he wouldn't even brush up against her. His hands were neatly folded behind his back. The very picture of good behavior. He leaned up against the side of the stall, earning an irritated look from the instructor, which he ignored. "We District Fives are going to ride out on the chariot together-- where's your camaraderie?"

His eyes brightened at the thought of what their costume artist would do to them. Fabulous, just fabulous. Of course, his artist hadn't had to do much to him at all in their earlier session. He already maintained perfect hygiene and beautifying regimens at home.

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Character Portrait: Elenour Parks Character Portrait: Felicity "Lissy Doll" Evans Character Portrait: Tony "Griff" Griffith Character Portrait: Harper Fields
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Harper

Harper smiled at her when she made the knot correctly. "I'm Harper, District 4," he replied. The girl continued to knot, and he watched over her. Was it really a good idea to help her make knots? What if she used this exact thing against him in the games? He wanted to shake away all thoughts of the games, but he couldn't help it. It was far too real.

Well, it was just a basic knot. It couldn't hurt, right?

Harper left the knot tying and went to spear throwing. He wasn't particularly good at spears, but a gaff was pretty much the same thing....so he hoped. He picked up a spear weight he liked and flung it. It hit the target, but nowhere vital. He needed to be up higher. The fish were never his height when he speared them. And he really just....hooked them....rather than speared them. That, he thought, took more skill than spearing.

He decided to focus less on the violent stuff. What did the woman say anyways? Most people died of natural causes? He went to the climbing station. This, he would need to learn. He jumped up to the first rung and, slowly but steadily, climbed across.

Lissy

"I left it at home with my brothers," I snapped, though it was a bit more nostalgic.

I thought about what he said. I didn't dare give him the satisfaction of looking directly at him, in case he'd think that his appearance was the deciding factor. I could, however, make out his position through my peripheral vision. Laid back, but still alert. And every ounce of self-confidence beaming.

He was[i] handsome, even if I didn't par[i]ticularly think so. But I knew the Capitol would love him. He'd get all sorts of sponsors. Wasn't he hoping to live off of that? Maybe siding with him in the beginning would work, and I could just run away once the numbers dwindled. I didn't want to get too attached.

I didn't know whether to trust him though. What if he planned on killing me in my sleep? Or poisoning my food? I knew he wrestled (all the girls swarmed to see him play), but that was all I knew in terms of his offense.

The nostalgia was what got me, in the end. The fact that he was from my district, and that I'd see at least one familiar face, even if it was one I detested.

Still. I wasn't sure what he meant by "friends." I kind of jumped to conclusions on that one. Maybe he just wanted me to restrain myself from punching him all the time. Which I already did and was highly difficult. And there was no way I was just going to be buddy-buddy with this guy right away. It wouldn't be genuine, and I'd let him know it.

I sighed as I poked the fire. Finally, I stood up and faced him, eyes narrowed and showing distrust. "Fine," I said, "But define friends. Do you mean friends as in we ally up in the arena, or friends as in I try and act like I tolerate you enough not to hit you?"

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The boy crossed his arms, watching Lissy's face. Her emotions were shown plainly. Well, someone doesn't think very highly of me, thought Griff. Jealousy? No, that didn't seem to be the case. Whatever it was, it needled him. To know that there was someone out there who... disliked him? It dug into his side like a thorn.

Lissy Doll was one of the youngest girls in the Games. But unlike previous years, when the young ones were nothing but blubbering messes of tears and snot, halfheartedly dragging around weapons twice their size, she didn't seem... inept.

The crowd will like her. It was a true observation. He could already tell what her shtick was; she was feisty as a fox caught in a trap. Oh, the Capitol would eat that up.

At her question, he shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. "Well, that's entirely up to you, doll. But we do need allies out there. Besides--" he tilted his head questioningly-- "don't you think we would complement each other?"

And he did think that, it wasn't a ploy. If anyone knew the importance of appearances, it was Griff. Appearances were all that was important. Human beings were too shallow to look beneath the surface. He viewed everything in the Games like the watchers in the Capitol did: imagine seeing Lissy, so thin and small and doll-like, standing next to Griff, with the smoldering good looks of a god. The Capitol just loved a good story, and they would eat up the image of him as a protective "brother" figure.

Of course, behind the scenes, it would be quite different. Lissy was too feisty to let anyone "protect" her. But Griff had a vision for how he would play the Game. And he would play it like a fiddle.

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Character Portrait: Felicity "Lissy Doll" Evans Character Portrait: Tony "Griff" Griffith
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Lissy

Compliment each other?? "Yeah," I said sarcastically, "Right. With our matching scores of 6."

I tried to think more about what Griff said. Although I was being abrasive, I had a feeling he wasn't completely stupid. Thought differently from me for sure, but not idiotic.

Was he thinking of appearances? I checked myself against him. Well, he was probably a foot taller, though that wasn't a difficult feat to achieve. He was blond...but I could tell it was dyed. His eyes were unnerving, and I quickly looked away from them. I was scared that if I kept looking, I wouldn't be able to stop. That was scary for sure. I got my bearings back and thought.

I was small, and he wasn't. He was "gorgeous" so he liked to say, and I wasn't, though some might see me as fragile. Well, I think he looks fragile, but I also don't think he's that handsome, so the audience will probably find him strong. I thought of my brothers momentarily, and it hit me. Was he going for the brother-sister look? It would certainly make sense. I had five brothers back home. He'd probably come off as a self-anointed older brother, here to protect my small, fragile self from the other districts. The thought sickened me.

Was that really what he was thinking? I wanted to yell at him, to shout "How dare you suggest I am weak!" along with other insults, but suddenly, the others in the room grew very, very real and threatening. They thought I was weak, for now, at least weaker than themselves. No one had talked to me except that boy from 1 and Griff. No one thought I was strong enough to know. I knew this was wrong. Maybe Griff knew this was wrong. But then I wondered....did I really want to prove them wrong here? The element of surprise could not be underestimated. Perhaps I should hold up the younger-sister act. I doubted anyone would really go after me, regardless. But it might also get me sponsors. And as much as I disliked Griff, I also felt some sort of trust forming between us.

I bit my lip before speaking. "You have a point," I said, "But! I want one condition!" I lowered my voice a bit, "If we're going to be allies, we're not allowed to kill each other."

This was more for my own protection than anything. If I was going to be in close situation, I needed to ensure my safety. Not that I didn't want to kill Griff, but there needed to be a compromise if I wanted to make sure he wouldn't kill me.

"Once there are fewer people, like six or something, then we can split up and go our own ways."

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Griff
He nodded slowly, for once not thinking about being attractive. His mind was working, trying to figure out-- well, trying to figure out anything. Ugh, he hated forward planning. It was mentally fatiguing, and stressful. He couldn't stop thinking about the upcoming weeks. What if the Careers found them on the first night? What if, oh, he didn't know, what if one of the billions of things the Games were known for ended up happening? Venomous snakes, venomous berries? Wild animals? Tracker jackers? Griff knew how to put on a show. He knew how to make the audience love him. But what would the audience matter if an unforseen arrow caught him in the bloodbath?

He wasn't the kind of plan out every detail, to think over every option. But his mentor insisted that the plan "kill it if it moves" wasn't a very good one, so...

He sighed. Then, finally, he forced himself to relax, and even smiled. Maybe it wasn't completely genuine, but hey, it wasn't seductive, either-- quite an improvement for him. "Alright, then, doll. Partners 'til the last six. Sounds like a plan. But--" he held up a hand-- "I have a condition of my own. Actually, two."

He held up a finger. "One-- I don't care how you feel about me behind the scenes, as it is, but in front of Panem, you will be nothing short of adoring. I don't care how much you hate me, I don't care that I'm not particularly fond of your sarcasm either. But we will be the most sickeningly lovey-dovey team up there. Give those Capitol twits an image. Imagine what they're seeing. It's all about appearances, dollface."

"And," he added, "that includes in the Games. When we're there, there are cameras in every tree, every rock, every stream. I don't want to flush down the toilet everything we work for in the interviews as soon as we're in the arena just because you provoke some huge blowout fight about where to camp or something. Again, you don't have to be gaga over me. But at least tolerate me. If you don't think you can manage that, get engrossed in your work or something. Concentrate on the ultimate plan, here: to get to the final six."

"Two." He held up a second finger. "I want you to punch me." And then he smiled.

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I made a face at his first condition. That would be difficult. I'm a really open person, and to pretend about this was going to be tough. I wasn't entirely confident in my acting skills. Maybe if I projected my brother onto him, it might work, but I wasn't exactly one of those clingy-girls either. Plus, it sounded like he wanted us to act like a couple. Four years wasn't that far apart, and I did look a bit older than my age, but there was still an obvious gap.

Plus, what was all this lovey-dovey stuff from me? Why'd I have to be so adoring? Couldn't he just be the one all over me?

That was when I realized. I probably wasn't "attractive" enough for that. It would make more sense if I, in particular, was dying for him, rather than the other way around.

For whatever reason, that brought a slight blush to my cheeks. Perhaps it was the thought that I wasn't seen as pretty, or at least pretty enough, even though it had never bothered me before. Then again, it had never mattered before. Here, in front of everyone, appearances were everything. For the first time, I was conscious of the scars that covered my body, of the dirt from the previous day under my fingernails, of my short, too short stature, and how these new, seamless, training clothes didn't match with my thirteen year old body. And, more now than ever, as I stared at Griff's face, the one deemed handsome, the one that actual fit in around here, the one with flawless skin--brought on by makeup or whatever--and the luring eyes that would hook you in if you weren't careful, I hated him.

I obliged to his second condition with a little more enthusiasm than needed.

Because of my height and the fact that he ducked, I only caught his shoulder. I was aiming for that "perfect" face, but should have known he'd go to extremes to protect it.

"Fine," I said gruffly, as he recovered, "But what image are we going for? Brother-sister? Boyfriend-girlfriend? Close friends? Or perhaps you were thinking more on the lines of unrequited love?" The image of her fawning over this man nearly made her sick, and she said the last sentence a bit more acidic.

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Character Portrait: Cassius Rhodes Character Portrait: Isabella 'Precious' Johnson Character Portrait: Felicity "Lissy Doll" Evans Character Portrait: Marth Telman Character Portrait: Tony "Griff" Griffith Character Portrait: P.D. McCall
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Cassius took note of the two others P.D and John who would possibly be their allies. He hadn't met them yet and it would probably be a good idea too later on. Then the there was Crystal, who Cassius agreed was sneaky. If he had to pick one person to go after at the start of the game it'd be her, regardless if they were from the same district. He just didn't like the fact that he was given the cold shoulder so quickly, it was so similar to everyone else in his district. It was obvious that Precious didn't like Marth, so he'd have to find someway to keep her hands off of him. Cassius also looked directly at the other two he hadn't seen before. They didn't look like much, so after glancing he paid them no mind.

Cassius paid close attention to the things he should avoid and things that would aid him in the games. He wasn't the fastest traveler, so he would have to play a more stationary game and lure others in.

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I thought about it. Friends was a pretty strong word in this competition. Again Felicity would be a positive asset. I saw her talking to the boy from her district. It seems as if they were making a deal. The Careers had three. Probably some of the most lethal. So if we had five slightly weaker people that would probably even it out. "Ok,how about the two tributes from district 5 ?" I asked. After her response I lowered my voice even more. "Good, I need you to say loudly and rudely 'In your Dreams!". Then storm off," I said to Crystal. I gave her a thumbs up and stood there waiting for her to say the line.

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Griff
Her swing came suddenly, and he ducked instinctively. Then there was some awkward silence. Embarrassing. Luckily, none of the trainers had seen her come at him. "Ahem. Err, sorry. Let's try that again. I'm aiming for some kind of visible bruise, something to suggest I got in a scrap behind the scenes. I was thinking I could pass it off as getting it as protecting you or some crap like that, maybe I could imply I got it from him--" he jerked his head toward the gigantic black boy. Cassius. "But I notice that you didn't wait for an explanation before coming at me. Yeah. Thanks for that." Great start as teammates.

His eyes widened at her suggestion, genuinely taken aback at the thought that she had taken his first condition as him wanting to-- euurgh, no! Just, the age difference, dear Lord; it wasn't just the fact that he was not attracted to her-- no duh, he wasn't, she was thirteen-- just, just, no. Ew. And frankly he was a little surprised that she thought so lowly of him as that.

God, the Games enjoyed screwing his self esteem over. He adjusted his collar broodingly.

"Dear Lord, no. Brother-sister is what I'm aiming for here. The heroic protector and the precious but feisty adopted younger sibling."

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Cassius followed Precious around for a bit. He learned a few things about the plant life that would get him around. Eventually they tried some weaponry. Cassius was good with a sword as far as strength, one slash cut through a dummy deeply, but it wasn't as effective as his sledgehammer skills. He tried the bow and arrow and missed terribly, he even broke the string of one of the bows because he pulled it back to hard. Then there was the knife throwing which Precious excelled in, Cassius only managed to hit the bottom of the target.

Cassius could see a couple of eyes on him. They were all so secretive, it was starting to piss him off. He balled up his fists and his arms got tighter, showing the definition of his muscles. Cassius sat down with his back against a pillar that extended from the floor to the ceiling. He decided it'd be best if he took a moment to rest. It would be in his best interest not to enter the games with sore muscles.

This place was fantastic, but it wasn't as good as training with his father. His father would know the right words to say to him always when he was stuck in situations like this.

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Lissy

I grunted. Fiesty and adopted I could work with. I guess all I really had to do was just tolerate him. The crowd would probably just see it as me being a stubborn teenager oblivious to my older "brother's" efforts.

I shrugged at his explanation for the punch. "Fine," I said, and grabbed him by the arm. I led him towards where the District 2 guy was. He was sitting, but I bumped into him so that we all fell, me screaming theatrically, limbs flailing everywhere, and in the middle, I socked Griff discreetly in the face. As we stood up, I gasped loudly, fakely. It was actually quite a sizable bruise, but I hadn't punched him too hard.

"Who do you think you are?" I shouted loudly at the big guy, "You think you're so tough? Just because you're bigger than all of us? Who do you think you are???"

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Cassius eyes shot open when a girl and a guy he hadn't met yet tripped over him. "Hey are you o..."Cassius began to ask before he was cut off by her shouting. She had a lot of anger in her voice. Cassius didn't take kind to all of the yelling. He looked at the guy's face which had a bruise and it definitely wasn't from the fall, that type of mark was the one caused by fists. Cassius knew this because he'd dished many of them out himself.

"I don't know who you think you're yelling at, but you need to calm down. What's your problem?" Cassius asked her while maintaining his composure, so that he didn't end up hurting one of them.

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((Sometimes when I use this character I feel nauseated at the very words I type. I don't think I've ever come up with a more conceited entity. xD))

Griff
He caught on to her strategy instantly, but...

Of course, she has to choose the biggest guy in the room!

Griff groaned inwardly, but still went along with it, screwing up is face into a (gorgeous) rage and spewing (gorgeous) expletives at her. When she popped him one, he only felt the pain for an instant-- but she'd put enough firepower behind it that he was sure that he'd have quite an impressive bruise indeed. Suddenly, he felt almost amused. After all the time he'd put into keeping up his appearance, it felt to him like he was throwing it to the dogs. He could see how it would be these upcoming weeks. He'd have that glorious crowning moment at the interviews-- he was still looking forward to that costume-- but as soon as it hit the Games, poof. Mud, dirt, grime, blood, wounds, hunger.

Maybe it would be a nice change of pace.

Not that he could say that he wouldn't be thinking of the mountains of fabric waiting for him back at District Five if he managed to win.

Then again, if he won... he wanted to win. There was no doubt about that. He wanted to see his dad. The Capitol was stunning, but there was something about ol' District Five. But... if he won, all these kids, they would be dead. Lissy. That kid in the corner. The boy pummeling dummies proudly for all to see. The two working on fires, heads bent together and giggling.

The Games were barbaric.

When Griff saw Cassius standing over them, wearing a guarded expression, he was brought back to the present. Suddenly, he couldn't help it, he snorted a little with laughter, but quickly choked it out. The thought that had been so funny to him was that his cover story for the interviews, that he got the bruise while protecting Lissy from Cassius during training, might actually come true right now.

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Cassius stood up from his sitting position and overshadowed the both of them. The guy with the shiner on his eye let out a snort that was obvious, but the quickly hid it. Cassius couldn't understand what was going on right now. They trip, one yells, and the other snorts. Cassius had had just enough of this training. "When the games start, do yourselves both a favor and stay away from me. If you don't, that little thing you've got on your face will look like an insect bite compared to how I'll leave your face, and the same goes for you miss." Cassius said with a harshness in his voice. He didn't like talking that way to people, but it seemed those two had an agenda and it involved him.

Cassius walked towards the exit of the training room area feeling like he'd accomplished what he needed to do, until he saw the sledgehammer on the rack. He picked it up and looked at it with concentration. He'd not practiced with his choice of weapon, so he wanted to see how good he still was. Cassius ran towards the punching bag, jumping over the two that had fallen over him, and swung the hammer at the punching bag that was about six feet away from them from where he jumped. The bag burst open on the other side as sand fell out. A tear had opened up where the sledgehammer hit, leaving it in an upright position. Cassius smiled at his work and turned away from the mess. "Someone will clean that up" Cassius said as proceed back to the exit.

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Lissy

I looked at the District 2 tribute with poorly-disguised disdain. My lower lip was curling out, as if I were pouting, and I wished I had punched him instead. The sledgehammer thing, I'll admit, was impressive, but the whole show of "watch your back" was annoying as hell. Who did he think he was? Or, more importantly, who did he think I was?

Before I had full comprehension of what I was doing, my fingers closed on a rock and I was pulling back the string. For a second, I wondered whether this was a good idea or not. The thought came a second too late, and the rock had already been swung. As if in slow motion, the rock rotated through the air, towards the string that held up the punching bag. I watched with narrowed eyes, half of me willing it to miss, but the other half wanting it to hit its target. My pride got the better of me, and the second half quickly swamped the other. The rock cut through the rope cleanly, and I swear, I could almost see the pieces fraying as it continued forward. The actual impact didn't make more than a "thwick!" noise, but the sound that followed emphasized exactly what I had done. The punching bag fell to the ground heavily, wobbling until it landed on its side, the sledgehammer handle being the only thing preventing it from contacting the ground completely. A puff of sand rose up from the shock, and the THUD resounded throughout the room.

My mother's voice suddenly spoke through my head. And David defeated Goliath...

I wouldn't say defeated. But I'm pretty sure I got his attention. Along with everyone else in the room.

Suddenly, I worried about my actions. What I had just done....would it go against the plan that Griff had? Would people actually see me as a threat, and go after me first? Wasn't I supposed to pretend I was weak? It was just a rock....a small one at that. From a slingshot. It wasn't that big a deal, right? Ugh, I should have missed! NO. I couldn't miss. I wouldn't have missed. I had too much pride in myself, too much drive to not go unnoticed, for me to miss something like that. I had aimed to hit. And it had hit.

I glared at the big guy. I wanted him to know that he would also have to stay away from me. That if I had to worry about him killing me, then the opposite should also be true. And more importantly, I wanted everyone to know that I was not afraid of them, that even though I was small, and even if I may seem weak, and even without Griff's protection, that I was just a threat to them as they were to me.

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Cassius heard a small clink accompanied by a heavy drop on the floor. He turned around to see that the bag had fallen to the floor. It was cut straight off and it looked like the girl was the one to do it. Cassius turned around once again and made his way to her. The look on his face was solemn as he approached. "That's pretty impressive." Cassius said as he observed the bag that was pillared up by the sledgehammer. "My name's Cassius, district two" He introduced himself as he extended his hand for either of them to shake. He was offering his hand because he felt threatened, it was more, so because this girl wasn't threatened by him. She was bold, unafraid, and it was something Cassius was never accustomed to.

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Precious
Precious sat back and watched it all. There was something going on with who was it? The girl that looked like a doll, and the guy who looked like a male model. They were sly, and devious. Formulating some sort of strategy. She saw the girl punch the guy. Her actions were quick and sly, making it look like Cassius had punched him. But there was no mistaking it. She cocked an eyebrow as it played out further, and finally, the girl knocking the punching bag down with a rock. A rock. Interesting. She through her knife up into the air and caught it in between her fingers, by the blade. she placed it back on the rack and headed for the door, the day being practically over. Tomorrow were the interviews.

((Yes, you can write a paragraph or so about the interviews.))

Her stylist was amazing, making a dress the glittered like jewels. She wore a diamond ring , and her necklace that represents her district. It was perfect. It was also sharp, tailored to the point where it looked like a sculpture jutting in different angles. It was beautiful, and dangerous. She was the first one to go out. The crowd cheering, lights shining, and Caesar, smiling to the camera.

"District One, Isabella Johnson!"

Precious put on a dazzling smile and confidently walked to the chair across from Caesar. She extended a hand to Caesar, and he shook it. "Please, call me by my middle name; Precious." She said. "Well, well, Precious. Aren't you just a darling, precious, thing," He said. The crowd gave a laugh. "Priceless. I'm one of a kind. You can't buy me at a store," she said, with a smile. Caesar laughed, and so did the audience. "So, Precious, why did you volunteer?" Caesar asked. "Well, I've always wanted to eat a peach cobbler," she joked, and the crowd erupted in laughter. "No, it's because I want to make my family, and my district proud," she started. "Plus, I couldn't bear to see that young, poor, twelve year old get killed," she added, with sympathy. The crowd cooed and awed. "What an honorable thing to do," Caesar said. "So, do you think you would win, or are you having second thoughts?" Caesar continued. "I am fairly confident in my skills. I have trained, and practiced. And if I lost, I would have failed my district." Precious responded. "Oh come now, you wouldn't fail...look at that score! A big ole' whopping 1 0. How do you get a score like that?" Caesar said. "Oh come now," Precious said, mocking Caesar a little. The crowd laughed. "You know I can't tell what happened...but lets just say that before they next person could come in, they had to replace some, maybe a lot, ok a ton of dummies, when I was done." she responded. Caesar raised his eyebrows, and the crowd chuckled. "I'll give you a hint," She said, picking up a pen from the table beside her. She looked around and spotted the capitol lady that had announced the tributes for her district. She flicked the pen and it went flying through the air, snatching the hat off of her head, like before. The crowd cheered, and thundering applause swept over her. "That's all for Precious!" Caesar said, and the crowd erupted in applause again. She smiled.

((I'm not going to do John's interview, but he is done with training. SO... both Precious and John are done with training. They are finished interacting with others before the games.))