One between the eyes

Subject: One between the eyes Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:04 am

---District 2---Female---18---

Lenina walked over to the ranged weapons station and was still a little ticked off about what happened at lunch. It really was quite bothersome of the boy from three to just assume he was welcome at their table. So she decided to do the one thing that she knew would calm her nerves a bit, and that was throwing knives at human figures. She grabbed a few of the small metal blades and gripped the handles as she waited for the targets to light up. They did and Lenina threw each of her knives with deadly precision. She wasn't good with swords or a bow and arrow but when it came to throwing knives she was a force to be reckoned with. She ran out of the three she grabbed and waited for the trainer to bring them back before offering her some advice on her throwing technique. She nodded silently, but not listening to a word he said. She had been using this technique for years and nothing had ever been wrong with it before. No need to mess with a good thing.

Lenina took the knives from the trainer's hands and readied herself again for another few throws. She was going to try and do her father's signature throw. She had been practicing it for years but the small target made it difficult for her to land consistently but actually hitting made it an almost deadly blow. She concentrated on the neck of the target, the jugular to be precise. Cutting that vein open meant certain death if left untreated, and a throw like that would make things easier for her. She took the first knife and threw it, just missing the target for an inch or so. She took the second knife in her hand and brought her arm back and arching it forward let go of the knife towards her target. She hit the dummy, but square in the neck. Not a bad throw, but not what she wanted either. The last knife lie in her hands and she loosened and tightened her grip a few times before taking aim. Lenina lowered her eyes for a moment and brought them back, fixating them on the small piece of the neck that she was aiming for. She threw the knife, but this time with a slight right curve and planted it right at the edge of the neck. Lenina let a triumphant smile move across her face as she knew she hit her goal.

The trainer brought her the three knives once more and Lenina gladly took them into her palms. This time she would just try to show any tributes watching nearby that she had precise aim after her last few knives failed to hit the first time. She gripped the knives and swiftly threw each at a separate dummy hitting each in the head. If they had faces the knives would be planted firmly between each of their eyes. She looked over to see another tribute nearby watching her. But as she did with most people, she didn't say a thing, only stood there silently.

ooc: I know that isn't Lenina in the gif...but I needed throwing knives so shhh Razz

Subject: Re: One between the eyes Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:29 pm

Rosalee Blu Turbine
District 8
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"It's alright, just wait and see..."

Rosalee watched as the girl from district two began throwing her knives with deadly precision. She knew that she most likely wouldn't have that much luck, simply because Rose didn't like touching knives. She had worked with daggers before, just for simple things though. Killing people was a whole different story. It was scary, and terrifying.

She tired to avoid the harsh gaze of the older girl, and instead took the knives from the instructor, her hands shaking a bit. What if she missed and everyone laughed at her? The girl from District Eight who couldn't throw to save her life, quite literally. Rose bit her lip, figuring that she would need to try before she figured that out. She took the knife by the hilt and threw it, aiming for the middle of the target.

Rose's first throw wasn't very successful. It hit the target in the shoulder, a few inches off from her target. Frowning slightly, she took another knife and exhaled. "Just relax..." she thought calmly. Rose threw the knife again, this time with more confidence. The blade swirled around and landed on the target , about three inches from the desired spot. Smiling softly, the tribute reached for another knife, throwing it again. It hit not far from the last, and Rose figured that knives couldn't be so bad after all. Not now.

"... your string of lights is still bright to me."

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