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Hayden walked through the door and once inside it shut behind him. He looked up and saw that the game makers were watching him like a hawk. What would he show them?

The head Game maker looked at hayden, she was older but her eyes held wisdom and sternness beyond her years. "Start whenever you're ready."

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Hayden nodded, He made his way to the wall with the weapons and grabbed a bow and arrow, as well as a small dagger. He then entered the small room with a simulation, he turned it to max difficulty. His eyes dilated as he pressed the start button, almost immediately he was being attacked from every angle. He used his knife to knock out the first few enemies, and then pulled back his bow. He jumped backwards and scanned his surroundings. Then, he saw it. “There.” He let the arrow fly off the string, it hit the wall and bounced off skewering all 5 enemies in the head. He had gotten the angle just right, as well as the timing. For the last part, he caught the arrow, just centimeters away from going through his head. He bowed, and started to exit the room.

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The head game maker nodded and sent him on his way. "District Three, Eve."

Eve perked up at her name and after a moment of hesitence she went in. She didnt know what to show them then she had an idea. She went to the weights and the child carfully picked up a ball shaped weight with a handle on top, it couldn't have weighed more then seventy or eighty pounds. Heavy for a regualr child, but for Eve, it was almost no sweat. With uttermost care she lifted it then spun around for a few moments and flung it into the rack of weapons at least five feet from her.

The gamemakers flinched but the head game maker nodded and sent the child on her way. "District Four. Shinkai Kanata."

(Eve's powers are starting to show up~)

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Standing up, Kanata grinned and pat Natsume on the head before wandering into the testing room. The air was stale and dry, making his nose scrunch up but he didn't say anything, simply walking to he center of the room. "District 4, Shinkai Kanata~☆" He smiled, striking a pose for the judges. "Umm... I am a 'god' so I can grant any 'wish' you would like. Will you please 'tell' me your wish?"

The judges seemed stunned for a moment by that bold claim whispering among themselves before the head game maker cleared her throat. "Just show us how well you can kill someone." Was the instructions given to Kanata.

Kill? That was an odd request, but true to his word Kanata would grant any wish asked of him. Holding out his hands, Kanata concentrated, focusing on the water in the room. A slight rumbling shook the upper balcony where the evaluators were seated before the water from their goblets began to spill out, liquid creeping up the sides of the wall to slip through the empty space. That water, however was stopped by a crackling forcefield but that didn't deter Kanata in the least, as the lounge area quickly began to flood, water spilling out at astounding speeds. Faintly, Kanata could hear the people on the balcony scream and scramble to get away, but he honestly couldn't understand why. They had asked him to kill people so he was simply granting their wish, no? Soon the upper balcony was completely filled with water, the game makers desperately pounding on the forcefield to try and escape, or even get Kanatas attention.

Channeling his powers, Kanata focused on drawing even more water out as something began to creak and fizzle before a loud pop could be heard and the forcefield fizzled out of existence, a torrential wave of water crashing out of the balcony and towards the training floor. "Save us!" One of the game makers screamed as they were all sent hurtling out of their box of safety and Kanata simply smiled.

"If that is your 'wish' then I will make it 'come true'." Kanata agreed easily, directing the water to smoothly flow to the ground, cushioning everyone's fall. "Hehe, floating floating. So 'fun'." He giggled, splashing around in the ankle deep water that flooded the whole training floor. "Too bad I must 'clean up' or everyone will be 'unhappy' at me..." Drawing upon his aquakinesis, he drew all of the water into an absurdly large ball, also drying off the judges and game makers in the process, only leaving himself soaking wet. "Ta~da~"

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After coughing out some of the water in her lungs, the head game maker nodded at Kanata on his way. "District Three, Derek."

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Derek heard his name and winced slightly. He was still in the small amount of clothing provided for training, and he had tried as best he could to keep his metallic silver skin hidden. Sighing, he sprinted for the door, slowing as he walked in. He could practically feel the concern and confusion from the judges and game makers as they viewed his skin. Did they think it was an illness? A parasite? Something else just as toxic? He sighed, tossing them a glance from behind his mask, then stepped up to a one-on-one combat simulation. He armed himself with nothing, but allowed his game opponent whatever the system chose. Dual knives were it's choice.


Starting the simulation, Derek simply stood still, waiting for his opponent to attack. When it did, he bent backwards, snagging its arm and pulling himself along it, essentially sliding with the use of the simulation's arm, directly between its legs. He delivered a harsh blow to the back, the knuckles on his closed fist glowing red and leaving burns on his target. As his opponent turned, he went into a flurry of offense.


His legs bent at the hips, allowing him to deliver beautiful kicks and execute excellent dodges. His upper body twisted as well, below his upper back where his ribs met his spine. His hips, however, seemed to be turning a little too far. Bending under another blow, one of his legs came up, hooking around his opponent by the waist, then pulled the rest of him up after it, leaving his behind his opponent. Delivering a roundhouse kick to the side of his target, he followed up with an open handed slash, the tips of his fingers glowing red and leaving long burns on the simulation.


Derek didn't tire, he simply grew bored. Sighing, he started to end the fight, delivering a foot to the stomach, then a knee to the nose. When his opponent stumbled, he struck, his hand leaving a clear indent in the throat of the simulation. He watched it crumble to nothing again, the virtual burns melting away like the rest of it.


Turning to the judges and game makers, he smiled at their somewhat shocked faces. He stuck out his chin, almost like a threat, then started towards the door. He had no business left here.

The Game maker nodded and sent him on the way. "District 5. Saburo."

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Natsume shuddered as his name was called and gave Kanata, who was surrounded by careers, a quick smile before hurrying into the testing area. He honestly didn't know what he was going to do so he was going to fly by the seat of his pants damn it. Walking over to the small station of mixology and sat himself down to get working. In all honesty, science was boring from and outsiders viewpoint so he spiced things up by letting light trail around him like smoke, an eerie purple colour strobing softly as he worked. Creating two balls of... Something, Natsume stood up and walked over to one of the physical test dummies. "Sulfuric ACID." Natsume declared suddenly, stopping right by the dummy to face the game makers. "Powerful, and not very easy to creATE. One must know the perFECT ratio of strong and weak ACID to create a potent weapon such as THIS." As if explaining, Natsume turned around and threw one of the orbs at the dummy, the object over the dummies chest and the material immediately began to dissolve rapidly. "Fail to creat the right raTIO, and it will either not reACT, or it will over reACT."

Walking towards the survival area next, Natsume paused and spun around mimicking the action of throwing his second ball of acid at the game makers before laughing. No, he wouldn't do that, he'd get disqualified so hard. Instead, he stood over the fire making station and set the ball down. This was a dangerous thing he was about to do that broke every single normal safety rule in existence and even his own common sense screamed at him not to. But he had to impress the judges so he turned back to them. Omminus smoke began to spill around Natsume's feet again as he swallowed down his emotions and schooled his expression. "Normally, acid cannot start a FIRE. But, with magic, we can do THIS." Raising a foot, Natsume smashed the glass underfoot and scuttled away as the acid caught on fire, burning brightly with the help of Natsume's light which has small electrical properties. "Thank YOU." Bowing he stiffly and quickly made his way out, heart beating in his throat at the sheer terror of what he had just done

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(I dont know who'll be on after this post, but I guess just keep going if your character hasn't gone. As for tributes who've gone already for their ptrvate training session, we have the following: Hayden from 2, Derek from 3, Eve from 3, Kanata from 4, Natsume from 5, and now Aurora from 6.)

Aurora's name was called next. She walked out trying to be as confedent as she could. Aurora could sense their auras even from here, manipulating one's aura was easy but it had to be done very, very carefully. Even their little force feild protecting them wouldn't help them. Aurora lifted her hands and the gamemaker's auras suddenly became visable to their eyes, though they were netrual before she started messing with their auras. One gamemaker suddenly became incredibly sad for no reason, another super angry to almost the point of hostitlity, a third happier then a kid who got everything they asked for on xmas. Adimittly it wasn't as show as what some of the other tributes could do, but it was something. When she was done she gave a slighty curtsy and left.

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The Gamemakers exchange impressed glances. They send Aurora off on her way then call the next Tribute. "Shiloh from District 10"

A nervous look appears on Shiloh's face when her name is called. She isn't exactly sure what she should present the Gamemakers with. Her powers really aren't made to kill, more to make Shiloh a strong defensive player. Much like her personality. As she walks into the room she does her best to not look at the Gamemakers.
"You can start whenever you are ready" the lead Gamemaker instructs.
A memory slowly moves into Shiloh's head, one that makes her smile. She had been jelous of Milo, he could fly and she couldn't. He had the easy opportunity to escape from this world, and yet he remained here. He tried to teach her how to fly. Her powers were strong enough to lift her up. During the first few times, she bruised herself countless times. She could never get the landing. But after countless days of training, she could levitate. She couldn't fly, but that worry was placed out of her head. The training with Milo distracted her from that. As the memory fades her confidence builds up. Where did that come from?
"Right... Okay" she shuts her eyes and wind fills the room. The Gamemakers aren't affected, they are protected by the forcefield. It whips her hair around and causes the feather in her hair to flap like a wing. She suddenly directs the wind towards the ground, much more harshly than she did during the parade. As she lifts up into the air the excess wind shoots out and slams into some of the objects. A table goes flying, a weapon stand falls. Dummies are cast aside like rag dolls. Shiloh floats up unaffected into the room. She slowly lifts her gaze up to glare at the Gamemakers. She holds their gaze for a few seconds before she floats back down onto the ground. She bows, then leaves the room without looking back.

The Gamemakers seem more annoyed by her show than impressed. Now they have to take time to clean this mess up. After a bit, they call the next Tribute forward "Marshal Xi, District 12"

Marshal entered the room, and he walked towards the simulation room. He didn’t even wait for them to tell him to go. He selected the hardest difficulty, and the opponents had swords. He selected start and after dodging multiple attacks, he spun around and grabbed the enemies heads, and exploded them. For his last one he held his finger out and shot a small ball of light, it exploded on impact and the simulation was done. He heard chatter among the judges as he left. “Alright, The next Tribute is Hailey Scott, District 13” the gamemaster called out.

Hailey entered and she was shaking out of fear, Which didn’t make a good impression on the judges. After she showed off what she could do, which wasn’t much she stepped out of the room. The judges weren’t impressed. “The next tribute is Finn Ushu, District 13” they called.

After a minute or two, Finn entered the room. He scratched his neck and put his hands in his pocket. “What a pain” he said as he sat down in the middle of the floor. After a few minutes went by, the gamemaster was not amused. “Do you think this is a game? What’re you doing?!” She asked angrily. Finn sighed and pointed behind her, to the judges. They had all fallen asleep, or were on the brink of it. He also pointed to the dummy’s across the room. They had melted to a pile of sludge. He had used Laughing gas for the judges to fall asleep, and a highly concentrated Mustard gas on the dummies. He stood up and started to walk out, he waved a hand as he left. The gamemaster was shocked, “T-the next tribute is (insert name. I’m not sure)” she called out. Finn coughed when he left.

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Roxy walked out, she wasn't sure what she would show them to be honest, but when she saw they were loosing intrest she knew she had to do something and fast. So when they gave her a nod she leaned her head back slightly, shut her eyes and concentraited hard. There weren't any animals near by to help, so she had to summon some unlikely help. Pale apple - green rings came from her forehead and after a few moments rats suddenly burst from the sides of the building and came running into the training area, they started lunging at the game makers, gnashing their teeth against the forcefeild in attempt to get to them.

But that wasn't all, as the rats started returning from where they'd came from Roxy noticed the ice sculpture of a bird sitting in the middle of the bankute and with a brief stare and a blink it suddenly came to life, flapping its icy wings and taking flight, making the game makers duck to avoid getting hit. When it perched back up Roxy had to keep back a laugh at their frightened faces.

If she could do that, then what could she to in the arena?

With a nod and sent her on the way, with a smile she entered the elevator and when teh doors closed behind her and sent up up to her floor Roxy broke into a laughing fit and even after she reached her floor she couldn't stop. It was too funny.

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Fulminare, when she was summoned, cracked open the small cans of paint, notably, those of black, blue, white, orange, and red. Fiery and dark colors combined, for dramatic and cold effect. She snatched a paintbrush and towel off a rack and got to work, painting with graceful balletic swirls of her feet and body. Fulminare landed on the very point of her toes and even turned on the obstacle course so she wasn't always on the ground It was a show in more ways than one, a show of balance, physical prowess, and creativity. It wasn't exactly apparent what she was painting; although it was visible sometimes, the feather of a bird, the tongue of flame. Finally, she did a beautiful flip in midair and landed on her two feet before her painting.

The Mockingjay, majestic, black, and white wings spread out as she basked in her dominance. Flames burst out from its being, further emphasizing its beauty. In red letters, her words death to tyranny were printed in bold red letters.

But she wasn't done yet; there was another part to this. She snatched up one of the training dummies, and several lengths of rope, as well as the can of blood-red paint. The snares she’d dutifully practiced in the past three days, balancing the time adequately with cardio and weapons practice. Soon what Fulminare was doing became clear as she hauled a dummy at least a foot into the air. The head tilted askance as if someone had tried to chop it off, but failed trying. The anchor was the sturdy leg of a table, which bore the rope steadily. She could see them getting to their feet, murmuring to themselves. The final pieces of her message came into place. Fulminare swept into a bow, revealing the two words she’d daringly printed on the dummy’s front.

PRESIDENT SNOW !

The career bowed coldly and left before she was dismissed.

There was a gasp at Fluminare's display and they didnt say anything when she left on her own.

Roxy was in her room as they waited for the scores. She was finally done laughing at the game maker's reactions when she sent that ice bird after them, it was priceless and she'd do it again in a heartbeat. She heard a knock and cleared her throat. "Come in!" It was Shiloh.

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"How do you think you did?" Shiloh asks as she enters the room. She tiredly flops down on the sofa. She had nearly overdone it. Her tired body had been pushed to the brink with all the training she had done. While she did focus on survival areas, she quickly found that she was forced to do physical activities. All she wanted to do was relax as much as possible before her ultimate death. "What did you do?" Shiloh asks from where she is sitting.

Shiloh noticed that Roxy was having a hard time keeping the smile off her face and with almost childish glee, Roxy told Shiloh what she had done. Roxy didnt care if she scored good or not, she got a hoot out of this and it was worth the exhaustion that Roxy was feeling.

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Swinging his legs, Kanata hummed as water sloshed around in the tub. He had went back to his room as fast as he could to soak in the water, not caring about the scores. One of his district mates had sighed and carted the living room TV into the bathroom, setting it up far enough away that it wouldn't be fried by Kanata's antics, but close enough that the eccentric tribute could still see the screen

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Shiloh giggles at Roxy told her. "Hmmph, I really shouldn't be condoning this behavior, but they did have it coming" she points out. "Still.. what you did was really impressive, I wouldn't be surprised if you scored high" her thoughts return to what she did for the Gamemakers. She isn't thinking about how well she did, she isn't even concerned about her score. Why did I randomly think of that memory She wonders. She wasn't even planning on levitating herself into she remembered that memory. It seemed... Strange. The timing of remembering that memory was too perfect. Was there something stranger at play here?

Roxy smiled. "Sooo~ What did you show them? Did you use your air power to throw something at their little forcefeild?" Roxy asked her eyes lighting up.

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"Hm?" Shiloh shakes her head, her eyes widening when she realizes that Roxy just asks her a question. "Oh-! Yeah, I just levitated myself and knocked a few things over" she responds nonchalantly. "Nothing nearly as interesting as what you pulled off"