> STING. R12 GAMEMAKERS <

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STING. DISTRICT 10 > ——— ⚡︎——— < Sting sat in the waiting room with the other contestants lined up like cattle. He stared blankly at the floor. This was it. Gamemakers. Their biggest opportunity to gain sponsors. Someone in a loud, booming voice called his name “ Sting of district 10, may the odds be in your favor ” their voice rang like church bells in his ears as he calmly stood up, walking into the dark room. This was his chance. Do not show fear. > ——— ⚡︎——— < The bright hanging lights blinded him as he stepped into the room. Shivering slightly from the sudden temperature drop, Sting quickly put his game face on. He looked up to the stands, where the Gamemakers watched him. He curtly nodded in acknowledgment “ Hello , I am Sting of district 10, may I move the obstacles? ” he asked calmly, lifting his head to signify confidence. One of the Gamemakers nods and quickly waves their paw, as if telling him to hurry up. Dipping his head politely, Sting nods once more. The district 10 tribute moves the obstacles to showcase his agility. He moves through the course like water, free yet controlled. Jumping onto the last platform, without a second thought Sting pulls a knife from his pocket and hits the target. A perfect bullseye. His agility and precision may just be his biggest strength. Impressed with himself, Sting then grabs a rope. He’d been trained to use these since he was young, a District 10 specialty for pulling cattle around. “ Next I’m going to demonstrate my trap building abilities, ” he nods, taking the rope and tying it into a cattle knot, but with a twist. Perhaps once used to tie around a cows next, now developed into a snare. Grabbing a dummy from the side, Sting shows what would happen if someone were to step into the snare. SNAP. The trap quickly cinched tightly onto the paw, making it incredibly difficult to untie. “ See, this simple trap would immobilize the victim, leaving them defenseless. ” he nods, turning back to the rope. He alters the trap slightly, grabbing another dummy to represent their teammate coming to help. “ this is for the friend that comes to help,” he smirked. Making the dummy step into the trap, the snare slowly clung to the dummy’s paw. “ You may think their teammate would be able to step out of this trap, but they wouldn’t. When they try to wriggle out of it, the snare clings tighter and tighter. It creates the illusion that they have control over the situation, when they really don’t ” he smirked. “ now you may be thinking, what has this got to do with surviving the cold? Well it doesn’t really, at face value at least, “ Sting chuckles, stepping to the far corner of the room. The tribute took a small amount of rope, rubbing two sides together as it hissed to create a smokey scent and appearance. “ no fire,” he said lightly, “ but people react to smell before they think, which would easily mislead them. And this, combined with trap would make a dangerous predicament ” “ as for my real fire, using two sticks would be a simple solution. Classic, but endlessly useful.’ he smirked. “ And good, healthy food is the base ground for survival, isn’t it? And we all know District 10 is well known for its butchery.” He chuckled, take a small log to represent a slab of meat. “ Food is best preserved in the cold, which only a District 10 tribute would know. With an endless supply of food, victory is sure to be yours while the others are scrambling for your scraps ” “ thank you for your time,” he purred “ that is all. ”he meowed finally, bowing slightly as he left the room without waiting for dismissal. > ——— ⚡︎——— <