Lindor MacAvoy, 18
District One Female
She tackles her training partner with a wild laugh and listens to his body hitting the training mat, the boy kicking violently in an attempt to get out of her chokehold.
He doesn't kick again after she tightens her grip on his neck.
When her opponent waves his hands in the air and collapses in defeat, Frosty rises from the training mat. She smiles, the rest of the teens applauding her as she leaves the gasping boy behind. There's no point in helping him up. After all, there's a few teens rushing to help him stand up and get him to the side of the gym, where he can catch his breath and see how bruised his neck is. But she gives him a smile and he grins back, good-natured over his loss.
After all, not many can beat her on her worst days.
And this is one of her best.
Ben Quick, One's only victor, gives a slow clap to Frosty, nodding in acknowledgement before turning to the others. "Fletcher, Silver, on the mat. Frosty, Sam, Alfonse, I want you to start working on the knives again. Frosty, teach them how to hold it properly and make sure that they don't throw the wrong way. You know what you're doing."
Frosty gives a small smile, hurrying to catch up to the younger boys. Ben doesn't give many compliments out to others, especially those training under his watch. When you do get one, you remember it. And it gives her the spurt of energy she needs to help the boys to properly grip the knife - Sam proves to have a natural arm for throwing, while Alfonse, a bulkier teen who's better suited to a sword, has trouble landing the knife in the target just the right way.
"Try stepping forward with your right foot just before you throw, that way you won't keep getting caught off guard and throwing it in the wrong place like you've done the last six throws," she advises the young boy. He gives a scowl to the knife before stepping forward, his long bangs getting in his eyes before he blows them back into place. And then he throws, giving a little flick with his wrist that she's spent twenty minutes teaching him how to do. And this time, the knife lands, sticking itself into the side of the target. Alfonse gives a small cry of delight, throwing his hands into the air.
"Thank you, Frosty! Do you think I could do it again?"
"Of course!" she laughs, pushing him back into his stance and handing him a knife. "You aren't allowed to leave until you hit that target nine more times, you hear me? Now Sam, I appreciate the fact that you're trying to throw the knife hard enough so that you get it stuck in the wall, but that's a stupid idea when we actually have to get the knife back out. Throw it with a little less force, and keep aiming for the centre just like you've been doing so."
And with that, she steps away, another trainee coming to watch the younger boys practice their knife-throwing skills. Ben nods to her as she moves towards the door, grabbing her sweater and bag. She waves to the other trainees, giving another grin to them all. "Love you all, but I've got to get back to the set. Have fun, and don't kill each other!"
She darts down the road before the others have a chance to say goodbye, her feet moving quickly and nimbly across the path. She loves to run, but it doesn't give her the rush of adrenaline that she craves so. Still, she can push herself until the edges of her vision go dark and she feels like she's going to faint, and then she feels like she's pushed every last morsel of energy out of her body.
Sometimes, there's nothing more satisfying than feeling absolutely spent.
But she can't do that today. After all, she's got to get back to the movie set where she's working as a stunt double for one of the Capitol's upcoming movies - One's always been a picturesque place for the Capitol to shoot dramas, and they like to hire locals so that they don't have to transport many Capitolites to the districts.
After all, they might not like what they see when they finally get here.
One of the directors straightens his cap and waves at her when she walks into the tent, waving for one of the actors to come over. "This is Frosty, the girl from the Ice Queen movies. She's the one who jumped out of the Peacekeeper truck and off of the bridge before it shattered, if you remember that scene?"
"How could I forget?" the woman laughs. She has bright red hair that seems to shine from every angle, the kind of hair Frosty often wished she had. "I'm excited to work with you, Frosty!"
"Same!" Frosty grasps the woman's hand and shakes firmly, noting that they're roughly the same build. "So, we're shooting the fall scene today?"
"Yep, you'll be falling out of the glass window we have set up in the skyscraper set and into the safety net below. CGI will take care of the rest." The director tosses a red wig to Frosty and grins, watching her pull it over her black hair, attempting to tame the curls enough to make the wig look normal.
"Sounds good!" she says once she manages to get the wig on properly, looking at the clothes on the table. "Should I go change?"
The director nods yes and she grabs the tight fitting clothes, tugging them on in the next tent over and walking to the fake skyscraper they have set up. It's only a few floors, and most of it is scaffolding and wooden sets that give the illusion of an actual skyscraper - the scenes needed in a skyscraper are shot in a nearby building. It's a quick climb to the top of the stairs where the scene is set out, with a small patch of the floor replicating the other building exactly, up to the fragile glass that makes up the window she'll be falling out of. After the cameras are set up and the lights are positioned in a way the camera men are pleased with, she steps up to the window, where a brawny man in a business suit is ready to push. When the man looks worried as she prepares to fall, she giggles in reassurance. "It's just like gymnastics. I'll be alright if I don't land awkwardly."
The man nods, and she takes a deep breath before one of the men behind the scene yell to begin. Then the man in the business suit yells a phrase she'll forget in five minutes, and shoves her into the window. The glass shatters even more quickly than she expects, and she gives a scream as she falls.
And then she hits the net, and she lies there for a moment as workers rush around her and help lower her to the ground. It's the best feeling, to just fly through the air and feel like she'll never stop until she hits the net and everything's alright.
It's glorious.
A/N: Hey all! We're here with lovely intro five, with only eight more to go before we get to the Capitol! I'm glad to introduce you to Frosty, who will refuse to be called Lindor no matter what and there's no explaining it. You just gotta accept it.
Glad to have you all here still! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'm excited to bring you intro number six on the 10th of March. Get ready!
Enjoy the chapter. Until next time, TheAmazingJAJ