Cha Boagard :||: D2 :||: FIN

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Seventeen|District Two|Female
FC: Freya Mavor
Code: Thomas

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"Hello?" the voice of Valarie Forman echos through the halls. Cha was on the far side of the training center. She had gotten there early hopeing to practice in silence. She had wished the silence would have lasted longer, but it seems this Valarie has decided to show up early also. Cha ignores the call, she gives no form of recognition of her residence. She continues to jab her tightly wound fists into the hanging sack of sand. It was heavy like she prefered. She liked the stinging sensation of her knuckles with each blow. She often trained until her peachy hand, had a stream of crimson flowing down her palm. "Anyone here"? Valarie shouts. Cha decided to let her presents be known, she didnt want to end up witnessing something that she would regret. "Yes someone is here" she says. "Oh good morning" Valarie says. Cha nods her head in sarcastic appreciation. She brings her attention back to her punching bag. Her arm extends with each hit, her muscles strained, her curly brunet hair dripping with sweat, her evergreen eyes intent with her practice.


She wears a tight blue-gray tank top, sopping wet. Her feet bare, and her legs covered in spandex gray shorts. She had planned on going running, it was her time to think. Training early was always more of her thing. She didn't much enjoy contact with the other career bitches. They were to much of a hassle. Also she didn't like to spar, throwing herself on a sweaty matt with an opponent who wanted to tear her limb from limb, wasn't to appealing. She would much rather practice with the machines and tools provided to her. She would leave actual human contact when and if she ever has to enter that arena. Her family found it necessary for her to train as a career, but they never expected her to actually enter that shit hole. They all had a similar opinion, that risking your life for fame and glory wasn't really worth it. But they also all agreed that if any of them were to be reaped, that the challenge would be excepted. The Boagard parents only really required their children to train, for their own security in that their children will be capable of protecting themselves.


Valarie takes her time getting prepared to through knives. From what Cha had heard, she wasn't half bad. Cha takes a seat close to Valarie, and decided to be a spectator. She always loved watching the skills of others. As Valarie takes up her position, Cha notices a few minor things that could be improved but overall she was solid. Knives must be her area of expertise. Cha preferred to spend time in hand to hand, it always seemed like the more logical skill. It was much easier to dodge a knife then a tackle from a worthy opponent. Don't get me wrong Cha was skilled in knife throwing, but there was people with much more talent then her. Valarie throws her first knife and it hits the target two rings away from the center. It was a nice throw, but not that impressive. "Its harder to throw a knife with spectators". Valarie giggles. Valarie was a sweet girl, much nicer then most career chicks that Cha knew. "Would you want me to look away"? asked Cha playfully. "Well its too late now." says Valarie.


Valarie throws another knife, it was impressive, a solid bulls eye. "Nice one". says Cha. "Thank you miss..."? questions Valarie. Its a bit weird that Cha already knew Valarie's name, but Cha was very observant, she rarely overlooked any details. "Cha...Cha Boagard". she says with a smile. "And you?" says Cha again, to seem normal. "Im Valarie Forman, pleased to meet you". she says while giving a pathetic excuse for a curtsy. Cha continues to watch with precaution. This girl was nice, almost to nice. Cha didn't usually socialize with people, and she didn't know why she was starting with this girl. She decides to override her weird spirt of socialization, and return to training. She makes her way to the staffs, grabbing hold of one and making her way to a dummy. It was always kind of fun to beat the living hell out of one of those things. Cha loved the feeling of adrenaline, she had an issue with over working herself. She would train an unhealthy amount, not because she was afraid of being thrown in that arena, but because she wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline you get from physical exercise.


Their family wasn't a normal one, they made enough money to survive and then some, but they weren't rich. Her house hold consisted of her, her mother and father, and her two older brothers. They were twins, kinda making her the odd one out. Not only that but she was beat up on a lot when she was little, but thats the perks of being the youngest. Another crack of the staff making contact with the plastic dummy rings through the training center. Cha's father wasn't around much, but he provided every dollar that their family consumed, so thats worth something. Cha was never clear on exactly what he did, she was pretty sure it involved illegal content, but she avoided jumping to conclusions. The only important fact worth worrying about was that they were all fed and healthy.



Her mother stayed at home, she wasn't social either. I guess that is where Cha got that trait. She mainly cleaned and cooked, she was one of those moms that many would be annoyed to have, but she was a lot better then most. At least she didn't have some kind of drug addiction or some sort of alcoholic. She was sane and never seemed to get lost in the hell of a world they live in. Cha was never very close with her brother. They shared so much love amongst themselves, that she was always kind of left out of the loop. They were twins so of course they would connect on a much deeper level then she could ever understand. Its not they were around much anyways they were both twenty-five, and had families of their own. She takes the dry towel from her duffle bag and wipes the sweat from her forehead. She lets out a deep breath, and takes a seat on a near by bench. Her life was never much of a story. She grew up so normal, so plain. She thrived for some kind of thrill. She often found it in any form that she could. She had experimented with drugs smuggled into her district, and her fathers alcohol stash. Her family never knew this side of her, and she didn't really understand this side either, but it was there. She didn't like this version of herself, it was messy and ugly. It wasn't the way she wanted to live, but she was an adrenaline junky and needed some sort of high. She never did this in the company of others. It was more of a personal pleasure, that only happened in her alone time. She was lost, needing the thrill of a fulfilled life, or maybe a partner to share it with. But she needed, or more so always wanted more then she had.

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Let's get that Adrenalin rolling!



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