Small Shapes // Salem & Dragon

[riddle]

Salem Fysco

    Dawn soon draws out the rats of competition before the small shadow even stirs from the seduction of sleep. A single second it feels like its been since a name belonging to him was mentioned first over Capitol screens. Cheers and calls of intense excitement was what awaited the District Nine tiny Runners when they first exited their express ride to the city. Photos flashed and signs somehow already harboring Salem's face were waving through the air. It was beyond understandable why such a sickening stupor would be supplied for a District well known to be unable to produce victory. Perhaps it was the death of each of the little lives which they hungered for more than a lion lost in the savanna. Or maybe... maybe they could sense the immense power protruding from Salem's skin. If they could then they would realize they were watching the strongest sorcerer step foot into their territory. It was wise to greet him with such a great festival of adoration.

    Mild morning confusion washes away into clear concise focus. Salem spends little time handing the horrid steps of breakfast and preparation for training. The moment the Training Center slides open for access he glides down the gates of the elevator and enters the seemingly empty hall. It would be the perfect time to size up the vermin he would be battling as they came crawling into the center. Surely enough the horde soon begins spilling in from the sliding doors and Salem calculates each one of them as they arrive, that is until one in particular acquires his attention.

    Blondie number one enters the center with confidence clearly suitable for a career sister of two Victors and a two time surviving District. Blondie number two however has sorrow shrouding his eyes so much Salem is almost certain the kid will cry again just as he did when chosen to compete. A small smirk purses Salem's lip as he slithers like a shadow behind the boy to a nearby station. Another young child with an attitude like his just might make himself useful to Salem's devices.

    A hand taps the boy on his shoulder as Salem joins him officially at the station. "Dragon Jinx, that's a rather odd name. But then again so is Salem." Salem's eyes never leave the boy as he slowly walks to his other side. "I have to say Jinxy, you really need to work on your looks. Listen, you aren't dead yet and as far as everyone is concerned you are somewhat a career. Use it, be frightening like your partner. You are a career right? I only assume everyone from your District is at this point." Time to discover what the witch can unravel from the Dragon.

[Kaplan]

The boy holding the title of 'Jinx' in his name had made his way into the training center on for a rather early start. It was only about five o'clock in the morning, but the young career boy wanted to get moving. It was in his best interest to try to get his skills up to par with the older careers, such as Braylon from District One, who definitely knew what he was doing. Dragon had gotten into his training uniform and headed over to one of the stations. He'd always focused on weapons at home, so plants seemed like a good idea.

Determining which plants were poisonous, edible, medicinal or otherwise was surprisingly simple for the boy. Dragon had always had a good memory, so it made the task quite easy compared to how he had anticipated it to be. As he was working with the plants, he was quite concentrated on his work. That is, until a hand tapped on his shoulder. Turning his head to make eye contact with his new acquaintance,
Dragon listened to what was to be said.

"Dragon Jinx, that's a rather odd name. But then again so is Salem." The other boy said this to Dragon in what seemed like his attempt to make friends, or at least spark a conversation. "I have to say Jinxy, you really need to work on your looks. Listen, you aren't dead yet and as far as everyone is concerned you are somewhat a career. Use it, be frightening like your partner. You are a career right? I only assume everyone from your District is at this point."

Dragon nodded in response. He didn't like everything that came out of Salem's mouth in that little jabbering bundle of words, but didn't bother to argue.

"I suppose it is a bit odd. No one in my family really has an average name, though," Dragon expressed. Then, he answered Salem's question. "Yes, I'm a career. My whole family is made up of careers. Although, I don't really think I have to meet the standards of my District partner in appearance. I'm more talented than I look," the young boy from Four said, boasting a bit.

Dragon Jinx
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[riddle]

Salem Fysco

    A twisted tilt toils across Salem's skin as the blonde before him speaks of family and career casualty lining his existence. A scent of searing flesh fires up inside the inventory of Salem's murderous memories as he can still recall the sheer screams of his parents' demise brought about by his hands. Salem wonders if this boy is capable of comprehending such a different upbringing to his own. Salem figured there is really only one way to secure the answer to such a question, test the waters of this mythical dragon like creature.

    "You know," Salem said very matter of factly as his eyes never left his company. "I burnt my own parents to death and I still wear their ashes around my neck. See." Salem holds the glass sliver of a vile with their ashes still secured inside. "Family meant and still means nothing to me. I guess it just depends on our upbringing huh?" Salem takes a seat to the side of the station to address the other boy's comment. "Also if this thing about being more than you look is true, I'd love to see this Dragon's fire for myself."

[Kaplan]

Dragon raised an eyebrow at Salem. This young boy was quite strange. Or, even more so, he was frightening. Anyone that young who would kill their own family had to have had some serious problems in their upbringing. The next thing Salem said, however, brought Dragon's mind to a different place. Salem wanted to see what Dragon could do. The District Four boy simply nodded before he responded.

"Alright," he said. "Follow me, then," the boy continued. Dragon made his way over to the swords, and selected one that looked as if it would be much too large for him to handle. Regardless of its size, however, he picked it up with ease. He glanced at Salem, and then back to his target. There was a line of mannequin dummies for him to hit and he got in the proper fighting stance to attack them. In one swipe, Dragon had used the sword to decapitate the first of his targets.

"I told you I know what I'm doing," Dragon stated.

Dragon Jinx
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[Arrow]

Salem Fysco

    An inciting individual is this Dragon Jinx. Salem snickers at the obvious distraught which now dangles in Dragon's irises, at least it doesn't deter him from his objective. While walking across the chaotic center Salem can't help but size up the shadows shifting in their rituals around him. The District Two boy seemed very frightening but still something about him made his heart flutter with heat, perhaps it would be an emotion Salem could later decipher deeper. As for now, his little Dragon had reached his destination. Time for the destruction of his flames to create fury.

    Decapitation, its always decapitation with careers. Even though the strength is impressive the overall show is lackadaisical drawing Salem from his silence again. "I suppose you know what you're doing but that's on a simple unmoving target. I think you should spice things up to earn your wings." A flick of a switch and a terrifying target of bolts known as a robot is looming towards the small boy. "Now this is a challenge." Laughter erupts from Salem as he watches the show from the sides. 

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[Kaplan]

Salem didn't seem impressed by what Dragon did, and before the boy knew what was coming, he had a moving target. A robot of sorts was approaching him,
and he knew it was time to fight. He didn't let himself feel fear. No, fear was nonexistent at this point. Right then, adrenaline surged through Dragon, and he charged at the robot. His first swing only left a dent, but he quickly dodged the machine's retaliation.

"Hah!" Dragon yelled in victory as he sliced into the target's stomach. Then, hitting it hard enough with the flat of the blade,
the robotic opponent he'd so suddenly been faced with fell hard on the ground, no longer moving.

"Let's see what you can do, then, Salem. Are you all talk like you thought I was?"

Dragon Jinx
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[Arrow]

Salem Fysco

    Salem's hands slide together in claps as the boy finally proved what Salem had been searching for, a career buried beneath the outer shell. At least now Salem wouldn't be surprised of this little Dragon's abilities. Alas it seems another spark spurs within the career's chest as he questions Salem's own abilities for the first time. Maybe this boy is learning that there is more to learn from each soul searching through this center. A smile slips across Salem's lips, he had no problem proving himself to the boy who had passed his task. 

    "Alright follow me then." Footsteps lead Salem to one of the animated target chambers, they were the swiftest and best built of the targets in this place. "Wait outside and watch." Salem said as he entered the glass dome. In a matter of moments animations were swarming Salem but only a smile stained his lips. Eyes closed Salem trusted his only true weaponry skills, needles reveal themselves from no where sparks lighting their ends. "Burn!" Swift movements and sudden nothing surrounds Salem any longer, each needle had found its mark.

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[Kaplan]

The other boy leads Dragon over to the area with animated targets and goes inside.
A slight grin crosses Dragon's face, as he doesn't think that there's much Salem will really be able to do. Quite quickly, however, Dragon is proven wrong. The lower District boy has precision with small needles hitting his targets. Dragon raises an eyebrow, curious as to where he's come up with this particular way of attacking. It certainly didn't seem like something that would be practical in the arena, and Dragon was going to tell Salem just that.

"That was impressive, but what good will that do you in the arena? Dragon asked. "It's not like you're going to have needles as a weapon in there. A sword or something is much more practical."

Dragon Jinx
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