User blog comment:Blissfully Mine/Summer's User Games!/@comment-5824375-20131231041016

At last, this was it. In his own opinion, Kekai had made somewhat of an impression during training, but not enough to catch the eyes of the Gamemakers. The interviews would surely affect his popularity in the Capitol, but training scores went both ways. Being favored by the Capitol, and simultaneously the Gamemakers as well, will definitely benefit him. While waiting, he had to slowly formulate a plan, some sort of strategy, in order to seize the eyes of the men and women that had to be impressed. But he wasn't conscious of how much time had passed until the loudspeaker had said his name.

"Kekai, District 8."

He chided himself on his ignorance. He hadn't even noticed the District 7 male had passed him. His curiosity came before him, causing him to wonder what Aspen had done, before he shook his head in annoyance. Now wasn't the time to ponder on such a trivial affair. Now was the time to imprint his face into the minds of the Gamemakers that would judge his performance. The only unfortunate thing is, however, he didn't have the slightest idea on what he could possibly do, and making an impact was an even major conundrum.

Nevertheless, standing around would hardly influence the Gamemakers' decision. He sighed, stretched and began to mentally prepare himself as he pushed the doors open. His heart pounded like a unnerving melody as the Gamemakers lifted their gazes from the balcony that separated them and the ebony-haired mail. They took a short gander at him, before muttering as they turned away. This rather vexed Kekai, but he acknowledged what his rage would endow for him. Better to stay serene than come off as a fool, he reminded himself.

The lack of a pool or some form of body of water was thought of as an unfavorable condition for him. Swimming was his best skill, but this was disadvantageous as well. The Arena, sadly enough, had yet to be revealed. If it so happened to be a beach or an island, this could possibly leave the odds in his favor, but a desert or mountainous sierra would make things all the more troubling for him. He murmured softly, before heading to the weaponry racks.

A cliche move, but regardless, weaponry is essential as well as critical. He could manage with most, but this didn't mean he was an expert nonetheless. He wasn't a Career tribute. He plucked a knife, and cursed at himself for not learning how to throw them. He was absolutely terrible at pitching daggers and other blades, but it was a flaw he had to deal with. Close combat would be difficult commending on the tribute, but luckily enough, he had seen little to no people training with bows or crossbows. While some had skill with throwing axes and knives, a tribute with a bow and arrow would be much more of a threat concerning the distance a projectile could be flung.

He gripped the knife in his hand, and slowly, he headed toward a straw dummy. Some of the Gamemakers had chosen to stare at him, amused and slightly wondering what he had in store, while the majority chose to peck at their meals and sip their wine flasks. He growled, sounding more beast than man, before he pounced on the dummy in a primitive manner. He struck the unfortunate figure in the head, causing a very noticeable crater to appear in it's cranium, before he whipped it out. He tackled the thing to the ground, and began to savagely stab at it. Bits of straw and other materials flew from the dummy until he got up, and set his fingers through his hair.

The Gamemakers looked unimpressed, clearly viewing his actions as simply loud and savage-like in nature. Kekai felt himself flushed. Idiot, he thought to himself. His action had revealed himself to be desperate and foolish, and now, the Gamemakers view him as nothing as a savage. Then again, that's exactly what he was. An animal.

His anxiety disappeared, and in a flash, it had been replaced with his beastly rage. Kicking the dummy away, he lurched toward the axes. Grasping one firmly in his hand, he spat at the ground and headed once again to the dummies. He proceeded wrecking Hell. While he was incapable of calculating velocity, he was a demon that couldn't be messed with. The axe found it's way into a dummy's chest, and nearly split the thing into halves. He cut off what remained of it with his knife, and chucked the axe at another dummy. The aim was wild, uneven, but as if by luck, it missed it's intended target but instead decapitated the one behind it. The Gamemakers gasped, and some actually looked impressed, while others uneasy. They had not recognized the incident as a mere coincidence.

A man caught his breath. "You are dismissed."

Kekai turned around, but responded by unapologetically flipping him the finger. He would not be told what to do. He smiled darkly as he threw the knife into the hard flooring, causing it to become harshly jammed into the ground, as he turned his attention to the scythes. With one in hand, and another knife in the other, he slaughtered the other dummies while the shocked Gamemakers could do nothing but watched. Minutes later, he stopped abruptly, finally catching himself in his rage. He muttered as he shoved through Peacekeepers that had been summoned to remove him by force.

Finally out, he passed by Claudia, and left the scene. His heart pounded. "What have I done?"