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Roxy smiled. "Maybe not, but if they weren't expecting it I'm sure it spooked them at least. I bet Milo would be proud of you." Roxy gave Shiloh a teasing smile as she said the last part.

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"Yeah-.." Shiloh says, a smile appearing on her face, a blush chasing after it. She turns her attention to the TV, suddenly interested in what her score will be

Derek simply stood in a corner, hoping to push attention away from himself. No matter how many strange things that had been seen, he did not want his oddities to be presented. He shifted his weight, then flinched as one of his shoes scuffed the ground. He froze, watching the others and hoping they hadn't heard the loud sound. He slowly started to make his way towards the nearest doorway.

After what felt like the longest time, the scores popped onto the tv: (reminder that scores are rated 1 being the worst and 12 being overwhelmingly the best. ALso I have to go so feel free to interact then we can start interviews when I come back.)

1. Luxury

Crystal- 7

2. Masonry and weapon manufacturing

Belitrks Lexito- 7
Fluminare- 12

Hayden- 8

3. Technology

Eve- 8

Derek- 6

4. Fishing*

Kanata- 7

5. Power and electricity

Briar- 6
Saburo-7

6. Transportation

Aurora- 6

7. Lumber

*Everyone here got a 4 or 5*

8. textiles

*Everyone here got a 4 or 5*

9. Grain

*Everyone one here got a 5 or 6*

10. Livestock

Roxy- 7
Shiloh- 7


11. Agriculture


Emerson- 6
Chakti- 6


12. Mining

Marshal- 7

13. Graphite/Nuclear technology

Hailey- 6
Finn- 11

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Derek stopped and watched the television for a moment, his eyes focusing on quite literally all but his own. Absentmindedly, his hands heated up to their incineration style intensity, like they usually did when he was thinking. He didn't notice until he saw a small curl of dark smoke curl in front of his face. Smelling it, he almost gagged, yanking his hands away from the wall that they were charring. He held up his metal like hands and watched as his fingertips died down from bright orange to their usual grey. He turned and looked at the wall, cursing the capitol for their strange materials, then turned again and watched the smoke curl towards Shiloh and Roxy. He flinched, then started walking towards the doorway again, watching the smoke closely as it wandered through the air, spreading it's foul scent from the ten charred points on the wall.

"Hm? A seven?" Shiloh wonders outloud. She was impressed with her semi-high score. What she found most impressive was Fluminare and Finn's score. Her heart reaches out to them. They may be seen as strong, but they'll most certainly be targets. Her eyes are drawn near the doorway. An unfamiliar scent was by the door and quickly spreading through the room. "Derek?" She asks outloud, almost accusingly. She coughs at the stench and pulls the collar of her shirt over her nose. She decides against using her power, she has no idea what she is dealing with.

Derek stopped, only one foot still in the room, the rest of his body shrouded in the semi darkness of the hall beyond the door. Pulling his foot in, he turned around. "It's just uhm... S-smoke from the material on the wall." He flinched. The walls smoked, did they? He watched as Shiloh turned towards him, every remaining muscle in his body screaming at him to bolt from the area. He clenched his fists and bit his tongue, the knuckles on his hands starting to glow bright orange. Like his fingertips, they heated up, although only when he was extremely nervous or frightened. His eyes grew slightly wider as he felt Shiloh's eyes pierce the darkness. He hoped and prayed she thought the grey was merely from the dark. "It's not at all toxic, I know that much. J-just foul." He bit down on his tongue a little harder. Derek doesn't stutter, you fool! He flinched as the thought rolled through his mind.

Not toxic huh? Summoning a small bit of her powers, she swipes the air, casting aside the smoke and momentarily getting a breath of fresh air. Something was wrong, Derek was acting weird. And she wasn't liking it. The smoke returns in front of her face, but at least now she knows that she can use her powers safely. She grabs Roxy's hand and moves towards the doorway, swiping aside the smoke and moving closer to Derek in the hopes of reaching fresh air. The closer she gets, the more apparent the glow gets. Shiloh pauses. "Derek are you okay?" Her voice comes out slightly muffled as she had to return the collar of her shirt to her face.

Derek doesn't move, his eyes fixed on Shiloh. His fists clench tighter, the glow turning from orange to red. Each of his knuckles left a slight trail, as if the fabric of the area around him were heating up too. The trails spun, then started pumping and shrinking. Derek had turned and started running, more than a few strange, or at least non-human, noises echoing as he disappeared down the hallway and around a corner, his hand hitting the ground as he turned, allowing his to pivot. When he pulled it up, it swiped the wall. He didn't care to turn back and notice the long burns left in the wall.

A fearful look crosses over Shiloh's eyes as she stares at the burns. "What the-" she steps backwards, as if the burns could hurt her. What was Derek exactly? This didn't seem normal. Was Derek a fire-user maybe? No... His reaction almost seemed fearful, but what was he afraid of? Her angelic side is tempted to follow him and see if he is okay. Maybe she'll get her answer then. But her logical side cations her. If he could do this then there is no telling what he could do to her. She sucks in a fearful breath. What if he turns on her in the arena? "What am I supposed to do?" She mumbles outloud

Marshal scanned the tv until he found his score. “A seven. Not too bad” he said while yawning. He was about to take a nap.

Hailey looked at the tv, “A six?” She said in confusion. She barely did anything, and was surprised at the score. “I’ll take it I guess” she said while smiling.

Hayden smiles, his score was good enough for him. “Yes!” He said while he got pats on the back by his fellow career’s. Most of them were in the lobby watching the tv.

Finn walked through the halls of the hotel, he didn’t exactly care about his score so he didn’t watch the tv. He turned a corner and saw Shiloh and Derek down the hall. Weird he thought while walking their way. He eyed Shiloh as he was close to passing them, although it wasn’t obvious through his mask.

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An idea pops into her head when she spots Finn. "Excuse me?" She asks Finn, her face still muffled underneath her shirt. The smoke around them was slowly disappearing. The same couldn't be said from further down the hallway, where the burns were still fresh. "Odd request. But my friend Derek seems to be having some sort of problem. I was wondering if you could check it out with me?" She asks. "I don't quite understand his power... I think it has to do with fire or gas? Maybe a mix of both?" Her eyes widen as she suddenly realizing what she is saying. "I don't expect a fight!" She assures him. "But... Just in case.."

Finn cocked his head, he walked closer and looked at Shiloh. A response didn’t come from him, but instead the hallway and whole area seemed to clear of the smoke. He then continued walking, as if he hadn’t heard Shiloh. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but he never really gets along with people.

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Shiloh watches him go with a confused look. Was that a good reaction or a bad? She could assume it was good since he had taken the time to clear away the smoke. She continues forward on her own, even though her brain was telling her to just stay back. Still, it felt wrong to leave Derek alone when he was in this state. She follows the burns marks slowly, trying to listen for any sounds.

Fulminare felt more than inclined to take the rest of the day off after the nasty stunt she'd pulled on the Gamemakers. She could still remember their stunned expressions, nothing short of - dare she say it - the borderline of horror? What the fae had done was reckless, brazen, almost fanatic; surely she had a death wish. But it wasn't outright - blind, fiery movements. Each stroke of the painting, each dab of color was perfectly calculated, cold even. Designed to add kindling to rouse the fire; but not too much. Not yet.

She raised both eyebrows, a silent surge of satisfaction threading itself through her veins as her score popped up on the TV screen, to be complemented with awed glances from the fellow Careers. There it was. The color that was damnation for few, and praise for more. But for her - a golden twelve - meant that her message had gotten across to those craven Gamemakers. She scoffed, replaying in her mind the fearful glances they'd sent her way; a low thrill of satisfaction underlying the sound. Good, she wanted them to have a little to mull over. A pity that training was so hushed up, however; it would seem that nobody would be getting word of her little endeavor. A low chuckle ripped from her lips; ironic that something that mattered so much for their arena survival odds was kept so quiet. Fulminare was willing to bet that several capital citizens would have the most deliriously amused response to this scandal.

Fulminare barely registered that the Careers from her district where whooping loudly, clapping the girl roughly on the back as they extolled her score, eyes dancing wildly with glee and their own dominance. None of the other careers had gotten any other double-digit scores from what she could see; none of them had come anywhere close. Interestingly enough, the ones who had gotten anywhere close to her 12 was little Eve from District 3 and Finn from 13. A small voice in the back of her head inquired whether or not she should ask little Eve for an alliance. It would seem the girl was a worthwhile ally; someone who could take care of herself and that wouldn't hold the Career back. The snowy-haired brute got up off the sofa, intending to track down the other diminutive fae despite not knowing where she was anyway.

Walking down the career hallways with trepidation, Natsume glaced around not really sure where district 4's rooms where. He wanted to congratulate Kanata on his score, though how Natsume scored the same as one of the best career tributes, he didn't understand. From what he had heard, Natsume's little chemistry act should have ranked way lower than Kanata, who had flooded a room in no time flat and nearly killed the game makers in the process. Honestly, he felt that Kanata deserved a much higher score, one that matches district 2's Fulminare.
While lost in thought, Natsume got a little lost and groaned, hoping to dear God that he was making the right decision before picking a door and knocking three times on it, taking a step back with his back straight despite the unease rolling through him

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Derek sat in his room, the one place he could think of to be left alone. His walls were messes of burns and holes, his bed now a large pile of ashes. The room smelled toxic, everything left intact being stained a sickly dark green from the smoke. He stood up, the walked over to the one portion of wall left without damage. Lifting his foot, he kicked. The enhancements in his legs sent his foot easily through the wall, smoke leaking into the cavity between the walls of his room and the hallway. He opened his hands and watched his fingertips heat up, the started slashing at the backside of the hallway's walls, his teeth gritted as he lashed out. "May the others simply watch as I cauterize the gaping wound left from Snow's decapitation!" He swung his right hand as hard as he could, spreading the gash to the door frame. Pulling his hand from the wall, he stepped over to a few discolored furniture items, then picked them up and stacked them in front of the door. He didn't care about the rattling it caused in the hallway.

A hesitant knock on her door made the fae pause slightly in stride, although she supposed there wasn't any reason not to open the door if it was a well-meaning Career coming to offer her congratulations. Fulminare wasn't going to lie; she didn't find herself attaching to the rest of the Career pack as well as she might've thought. They were brutish, arrogant, and self-serving; not tributes that would support her in the arena. It would come as no surprise that Fulminare had already decided not to stay at the horn.

Crossing the room in several long, graceful strides, Fulminare deftly unlocked the door and flung it wide open to reveal her visitor, which turned out to be the slight district 12 tribute Natsume. He looked downright frightened, shivering like a mouse, as if he might go running the other direction at full speed if she so much as blinked. She frowned curiously; not exactly sure what he was doing at her doorstep. Was he here to propose an alliance? "Natsume." The career greeted, her voice even as she took the male in. She was aware that the silence was dragging out; she probably should say something. A gentle voice was something she realized was not in her arsenal, even now, her voice bore a strict, commanding tone to it. "Do you need something in particular?"

Natsume jumped when the person who opened the door admittedly wasn't the kind blue haired boy who had basically began to mentor him, but instead the terrifying woman who admittedly, scared him a bit. "Damn IT, wrong roOM." Natsume sighed, scratching the back of his head before turning his gaze towards Fulminare with suspicion in his eyes. "How do you know ME?" He asked, suddenly on guard

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Shiloh finally makes it over to Derek's room. She pauses by his door, trying to summon up the courage to knock on his door. She narrows her eyes, thinking she heard something from behind the door. But she can't quite make out what the sound is.