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    ORRRRR.....


    Russia can get captured by Derek and they end up falling in love....


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    I walk over and start talking to the boy from 2. "I know, that freak Cora is going to get killed first..." I say. We are both looking at her, and I make sure she can hear it. "What a loser, she'll be lucky if she makes it out of the bloodbath alive." I snicker, glaring.


    Russia is like the popular girl :3 Always mean and gossiping.

    OOC: OMAIGOSH that sounds wonderful<3 Roflol.


    Cora turns around, no expression seen on her face at all. As she calmly walks past Russia, she steps down on her toe, but is already at another station before Russia can do anything about it. [i]Whoops. My bad.

    Cora freezes. "I know you're there, Russia," she says boredly. "I also know you're the type that likes to humiliate poor girls that have never even done anything to you before. So I'm not going to shoot. Okay?" Her face is still calm, but she's so freaking super irritated with this girl on the inside. Just another one of those popular princesses, she thinks with a mental sigh.


    I sigh. "Oh, you caught me! I am out to get you and ruin your life before I end it. Oh boo-hoo, boo-hoo!" I say in an obviously sarcastic voice. "So what are you going to do about?" I jeer. I stand next to her and shoot an arrow right in the eye. Then another in the heart. And one last where a lung would be. "Don't worry, It'll be less painful in the games." I drop the bow at her feet and skip away to rope climbing.

    Does she love anyone at all? I doubt it. It was horrible to think, but Cora figured it was true. Maybe she was just misunderstood... but still. That didn't give her a right to be a jerk. She shot an arrow in the dummy's neck, stomach, back, and forehead.

    Okay. A sudden change in personality. ...Ugh. She's kind of bad at gaining someone's trust, Cora thinks. She shoots one more arrow before going over to the rope climbing station.

    OOC: Honestly, Cora doesn't care. She feels like Russia is too weak to actually tell her that she doesn't like her and that she wants her dead to her face. She doesn't take being bullied personally. It's just a part of her personality. xD


    Cora wraps her hands around the rope and climbs up it, powerfully pushing her feet behind her. She makes it both up and down in about 30 seconds.

    I understand that, just stuck up careers and all :P


    LUNCH TIME...



    I stuff my tray with food and sit down at the table of outcasts. I easily gain their trust and we are soon laughing and talking. Some of them seem to be pretending, but I don't care. I then move to the career table and finish my lunch.

    OOC: Yeah. Cora is more of the sweet and innocent kind that is insanely violent when attacking, but she saves that for the Games.


    Cora doesn't seem to care when Russia sits down at the Career table. She smiles and waves at her. "Hi, Russia."

    Cora giggled. "The offer still stands, and I accept." She brushes a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "So, Russia. What training score do you think you're going to get?"


    I shrug. "Hopefully, at least an eight. If I stick to bow and arrow, knives, spears and painting, I think I will be able to get a decent score. I plan on painting my arm like a tree, then I will throw spears and knives. If I have time, I will shoot a few arrows." I say as I eat some grapes. "And you?"

    "Personally, I have a feeling I'll get at least a seven or an eight. I'm an excellent climber, and I can shoot a target while hanging from the net on the ceiling. I can also paint myself so that I seem like a part of the wall of the-" She giggled. "Why am I telling you this? Isn't supposed to be kept a secret?" She shook her head, an innocent smile on her face, and bit into a fried chicken strip.

    "I am a Career," Cora told her, just in case she had forgotten that she was from District 2. "I'm just younger than most of you."

    It's a game. It's all just a game. She doesn't really consider me an ally. "Right," Cora said with a smile. "And, that also means we don't kill each other during the blood bath." Cora hoped Russia could figure out the words were directed at her, even though she was looking at another Career tribute.