Skylar Prescott
District 1
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"The Truth Hurts, but denial’s what will KILL YOU "
Well it's been nice meeting you Blade, I guess. Skylar and Blade had been sitting in silence for awhile, so Skylar decided to casually leave him to lifting his weights and he went over to handheld weapons. Picked up a throwing knife and threw it at a dummy. Bingo! Right on the money. That's what I'm talking about. Skylar picked up 2 more throwing knives and had the same result. Ka-ching! This is what I have been training for my whole life, right? Skylar was not so sure, now that the games were upon him, that he was ready to take this on. Sure, he'd been trained ever since he was younger to become a tribute, and possibly a victor, but something just felt off to him. Just to trying to take his mid off of it, Skylar picked up a spear. First time, missed. Wide right. What is going on, get yourself together Skylar! You're a career. You're ready for this. You can do this. You will be the victor. Skylar went and retrieved his knives, sticking into the dummy, and the spear he had thrown. Taking a stand, at the same distance he was at, Skylar wound up and threw the spear again. This time, he hit the target in the center of its forehead. Maybe he was ready after all?