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THE RED FURY
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cain-gunn:
“I mean, yeah.” Two was definitely colder than Four this time of year, but it didn’t mean he wanted to go diving into the waves. “Two’s cold too. At least, if you’re from the north.
“Right, but you’ve gotta leave the resort to go on a shark tour, don’t you? They don’t bring the sharks to you, because then you’d get an accidental Swim with the Sharks attraction, and I don’t think a hotel would be super cool with that.” Then again, Cain didn’t know anything about sharks, but it seemed like a bad idea anyway. “Yeah, my Arena had sharks too. They were mostly by the reef and on the east side, but they were around. They just didn’t make as big of an impact as some other Arenas, and they’re definitely less memorable than the killer merpeople.”
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“I mean... You still don’t get much snow, a tad cold from the wind and the occasional storm.” Actually storms in two must have been a mess, at least in district one they had the infrastructure to deal with winter storms and snow, district two wasn’t exactly built for that given their geography.
“South of district one isn’t too cold, we actually have some desert areas. The north of the district in the mountains gets a ton of snow however...” In in fact they bordered both four and seven respectively, so it made for some interesting and varied environments from one town to the other.
“It might be too hard to move the sharks like that... I can’t imagine they heard very well, and even if they tried sharks don’t like swimming backwards.” He wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, but Corban had heard that often enough to believe it had some truth. “Oh yeah, I remember the killer mermaids. Terrifying honestly, I’ll be glad if they don’t bring those back for the 127th games...” Besides, Corban really didn’t need mutts to eliminate his enemies; that was half the fun of volunteering wasn’t it?
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maizehammond:
“My typical cognitive ability?” she repeated. Sometimes she played stupider than she was, and she had with Elm, just a bit — but now she felt like she needed to fucking prove herself. “Yeah, so smart, you figured out where there are bathing suits. I bet you think you’ve figured out how to win the Games, too? Mind telling me? My tiny peasant, female mind struggles to understand what’s happening…” Her tone was deeply sarcastic. She didn’t give a shit if she made him mad.
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“Well my first point, is that there is no overall difference between male and female intelligence; both are capable opponents. Female brains are generally the same size a human male brain... Both very grey and wrinkly.” Corban was a sociopath but not a sexist, he’d beat a man or woman equally with no shame.
“Secondly yeah, actually I’m a career I’ve been trained to win... I have a few important tips to actually survive the games and win the damned thing. Sarcasm aside, why would I tell the enemy how to win? That would ruin my advantage.”
“However, if you wanted to you could still be a tiny peasant. You are quite short.” In actuality Maize was only a bit shorter than Corban. “Are you angry tiny peasant?”
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luca-acero:
“I was never allowed either” Luca smiled, because his parents did like the finer things in life, and a dog or a cat would have ruined their good carpet, so it was never an option.
“Just the normal amount” he laughed, like that was an answer. “It’s more the humbleness that drags me in” he shrugged then, although he did plan to keep his money with twelve again this time around.
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Corban nodded, happy to see that there was at least someone else in the world besides himself that didn’t always get what they wanted simply because they came from money. “If I win I want to buy a dog that looks like a bear, one of the big fuzzy ones.”
Corban shook his head, chuckling softly; just his luck he’d find a humble sponsor “I’m a tad too crazy and from district one... So I guess it was never meant to be.” He then looked at the people roaming around the beach; who the heck was even humble? Who the heck was a smart bet? They didn’t exactly line up. “However, if you wanted, I’m sure eleven and twelve have tons of humble-ness in them.”
“I’d stay away from those dudes from four, they seem as fucking crazy as I am...” Corban had watched the reaping's and started examining the competition, so at least he could try and offer some help. “Other than that, it’s whatever.”
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jeaninetwill:
“Hm, I think it’s quite nice,” she muttered, gave a shrug for how much she could shrug as the tribute spoke up. She looked over for a moment. Jeannie had imagined the ocean so much in her arena, endless waters, but without a bomb lazily lingering under the surface as a threat she hadn’t quite realized yet. She’d wanted to live, and she’d wanted to go to the beach. And now here she was, a year older and a few injuries heavier. “What else did you imagine differently? Except for… the color and the surprising lack of sharks?”
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“I never said it wasn’t nice... Just less blue.” Corban offered, it was true he wasn’t exactly mad at the ocean or anything. He had always pictured it differently in his head, maybe it was all the stories other visitors had offered him that twisted his image. “It’s more like the color of a grey tourmaline, less like a sapphire... You know, gemstone bullshit.”
The question was perhaps a tad much, but Corban thought about it truthfully “It’s very breezy, but it’s a comfortable warm... It’s a tad fishy smelling but it’s not horrible.”
“What about you? Does district four match what you thought it’d be?” Something about this girl made Corban feel relaxed, much less hostile like some of the other new arrivals did. “-you look familiar, what’s your name?”
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persephoneleon:
maybe percy was lucky the sand made for a rather soft landing, regardless of how much force had been used to shove her down into it. nothing else about this was soft, it was easier to count her blessing when there were so few. here was another one, though, where percy was soft and small, her bones were hardened. had seen plenty of breaks, use, opportunities to come apart and have the fractures grow back together as something more flexible, defined, strong. they could take a beating, percy could too. it was how she’d always learned, through falling and getting back up, though with gritted teeth and more anger fueling her movements, sparking in her veins.
still, breath mostly escaped her. if it was either that, air quite literally punched from her lungs, meeting the blood in her mouth on its way up, or common sense escaping her, percy would happily settle for the former. the hunger games had given her something beyond a useless title and crown, beyond hades’s ring on her finger ( and she rather hoped she’d managed to have that, specifically, leave a mark on corban ); percy wasn’t fucking scared of things like these anymore. a boy with fists and something to prove had nothing on her, even as she took more punches, as she felt parts of herself stinging, almost shifting, lasting impact in a bruised jaw, in her bloody nose. because percy was a victor, percy had learned, percy had nerves of steel and a knife in her back pocket.
she liked to think that was the only reason corban had managed to get some good punches in on her anyway, because she wasn’t focused on fighting back ( and that was rather a struggle, because she’d rather choke on her own blood defending hades than she’d stay silent at corban’s words ). instead, she shifted her weight underneath corban until her hand could slide down into her back pocket, fish her knife from it, the angle leaving her with a couple cuts in her fingers. she could hardly call it a betrayal on the trusty weapon’s part, not when it was bound to give her the upperhand, still.
percy squirmed until her arm was loose, knife in hand, hand between her and corban, the knife’s pointy end at the boy’s chest, digging in slightly as a warning, a preview, if she’d have been allowed her bloodlust ( it wouldn’t look good on her if she actually stabbed a tribute, she knew that too ).
“get. the fuck. off me,” percy growled.
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(TW: Blood / Injuries)
Corban kept throwing punch after punch, smacking the girl around as much as he wanted until Persephone managed to pull her famous knife on him. Corban chuckled, but it was enough to make him stop the non-stop of fists flying at her. “What are you going to do? Kill your own tribute before the games even start? I’m sure that will go over well...” He said not even blinking even as the blade neared his flesh.
He backed up and got off the girl, both of them now dripping blood. Corban sighed as now he’d have to try and find his room while not trying to scare the hotel staff. “Go ahead Leon, and fight me as much as you want... but when I get out of that Area, know that this isn’t over.”
Corban whipped the blood from his face, leaving the girl on the ground to hopefully go find some water. He ignored anything else she had to say, at this point it wasn’t very important as his face throbbed from the fight. He went over to the ocean and sighed “This isn’t gonna be fun..” He splashed and salt water over his wounds, it stung but on the bright side it would feel a lot better and probably heal better in the long run. He hissed softly, but for the most part treated his injuries without much fuss.
He did notice that the girl’s ring left a pretty nasty gash on his nose, it would probably leave a nice big scar for everyone to see. He smirked as he ran his finger over the mark with ocean water, he stood there covered in blood and drenched in salt water. “I guess I won’t forget that one...”
Corban got out of the water, shaking himself off like a wet dog before he went to try and find Emilia, Antonio or really just anyone else from the district one team.
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lastpetals:
“nice to meet you.” she wasn’t sure if he thought he was better than her because of his family name or was just trying to explain where he came from. both were viable options, both were likely. so much of Clementine’s upbringing hinged on being a bellerose, so she wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get ahead of the recognition bell curve.
“clementine bellerose.” she introduced, more fully, to show that she had one of those families too. “My father was a stylist, Mom’s a sponsor.” and now she was a stylist/sponsor herself. circle of life, huh?
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It was strange, as Corban nodded his head he agreed that it was nice to meet Clem. She didn’t seem like a lot of capitol people he had met so far, and she didn’t seem nearly as uptight like his parents. When she mentioned her own family name Corban’s mouth hung open in a silent ‘O’ as he knew exactly who she was.
“Apparently your family buys a lot of our products... Or at least they used to when I was younger, I know my father’s mentioned the name before.” The Lopez family made and sold a lot of luxury items, there was a lot of names but the Bellerose family name held gravitas.
“So then... Following in their footsteps?” It seemed a tad boring, he had to admit.
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luca-acero:
“Pets are good, I’ve got two cats myself” Luca smiled. He had his mother checking up on them while he was away, which made him a little nervous because she was a snooper. Not that he had anything to hide, but his mother rustling through his drawers didn’t give him any sense of peace.
“You’re not a crazy one then, are you?”
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“I don’t really have any pets... Was never allowed. Did have a few dozen stuffed animals however, they were pretty cool.” Corban wanted a dog, but his parents already had their own dogs plus any dogs Bentley wanted.
“It depends... What level of crazy do you normally go for?” Corban wasn’t an idiot, he wasn’t going to flat out admit to his own mental health issues. Nor would he ever do so to what seemed like a sympathetic sponsor.
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persephoneleon:
she’d been about to quip something sarcastic back. about how she really couldn’t give a shit if he got out or didn’t, not with that attitude. that she’d probably seen him around the academy, or maybe that she hadn’t, and that it didn’t matter anyway, because she’d not heard of him before, so the academy better sort out whatever cowardly trainers he must’ve come in contact with. the words got stuck in her throat as she took a deep breath, almost in the hopes of breathing some life into her body, because she’d rather frozen. she felt rather.. icy. muscles tensing up, something spreading in her veins.
i’m gonna do it without crying over a fucking loser.
she would’ve opened her mouth to speak, but that would’ve given him a headsup, any sign of what she was about to do. and she could fault the academy for many things, including sending this fucker into the games, but it had at least trained that instinct out of her. instead, she took a split second, took a step back, and with all the might she could muster up, she tackled him to the ground.
it wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t anything worth writing home about, but she managed to knock him down into the sand and get on top of him, whatever a temporary solution that might’ve been, because she was small and light and only had that element of surprise on her side. still, percy aimed for his face, landed a few punches with a force only her anger could’ve truly fueled to that extent. every hit was emphasized by a word, her knuckles stinging more. she didn’t care enough to hate him, end up on whatever list he’d been banging on about, but she surely cared enough to beat the shit out of him if she could get away with it.
“what –” a punch, “the –” another punch, “fuck –” another, “did –” it was a rhythm now, “you –” again, “say –” again, “about –” again, “hades ?!”
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(TW: Blood/Violence)
Marcus noticed her hesitation at his words, how he had managed to get under her skin “What you going to do about it princess?” He hissed at her, now fully ready for whatever onslaught she could offer. If she really wanted to test his skill, then she could do so first hand.
It didn’t take long, she launched herself at him, Corban internally cursed himself for not fucking seeing it sooner. He was expecting a slap, but a tackle was defiantly a gutsy career move. He hit the ground with a hard thud, at least the sand offered some sort of cushion as his head made contact with the surface.
However, that wasn’t much help given that Persephone’s tiny little fists started wailing away at his face, some people walking around stopped to watch the scene. However, even as his mentor pounded his face into the sand, Corban laughed hysterically between choking on his own blood.
Even with the broken nose, and aching jaw screaming at him to stay down; it only fueled Corban as he overpowered the girl and flipped them around before he too took his turn to throw punches at the girl. They might have been close in age, but Corban was bigger and stronger than Persephone was.
He shoved her into the sand as hard as she had, smacking the back of her head against the surface; “What did you think was going to happen!?” Bang. “You were going to get out together?” Punch. “Get married?” Snap. “Live happily ever after with Hades!?”
“Cry all you want.” He said as he continued to wail on the girl, still dripping blood himself. He didn’t care that she was a girl. he was going to enjoy hurting her... “I don’t care.”
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riodair:
“It’s winter,” Rio replied with a frown. “Of course it’s not as fucking blue as in the summer.” He felt an odd urge to defend the endless waters in front of him. That was his home. Every time he stood on that surfboard and the wave enveloped him it was the fittingly cold embrace of certainty that he was right where he was supposed to be. “Wanna go look for the sharks? Surfboards are free for the one’s with a premature death certificate.”
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“Well sorry, I didn’t know I was speaking to the ocean expert...” District one bordered no oceans, and it barely had much for any large water mass. “Does everyone in four feel an obligation to protect the ocean’s reputation?” He didn’t know this kid, but he assumed that he had to be from four given the conversation.
“Well, we already signed up for a death match... Why would I be afraid to surf with sharks?”
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lastpetals:
“wow.” she beleived that, but she was pretty sure it didn’t happen here. “I bet they make sure that can’t happen here.” the capitol wouldn’t let them get hurt. she was a stylist, but tributes even more so. they were needed for the games, right? “we’re not seals.” seals didn’t look like her, even in her gray swimsuit. she was planning on painting it, but needed to gather paints that wouldnt wash off in water.
“stylist.” she answered, not holding out a hand but smiling at the ground in way of greeting. “ten’s. Clem. who’re you?”
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“I’m sure they’ve put something in the way... A wall, maybe a forcefield. If humans can’t escape, then I doubt anything can swim in either.” Corban had heard all about the use of forcefields in both the capitol and arena, it was mostly used to stop people from wasting their lives before the arena. “No, I can’t say either of us look much like seals... I did see a lady that looked like one at the train station.”
A stylist, interesting but still useful “Well, nice to meet you Clem.” She didn’t seem that annoying, maybe he could get her to help him. “Corban, Corban Lopez. District one, son of the famous Lopez family... You know, bags and stuff.” He almost sounded bored when he spoke about it. “I’m a Career.”
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smithbrick:
Smith kicked the sand as if he were a toddler being refused a toy. “This fucking sucks, dude,” he said. “I don’t wanna have to wait to win the Games to see a shark. You think they’re, like, hiding them so no one gets chomped up? Like, imagine you’re swimming then, bam, you’re dinner and all that’s left of you is your right leg.”
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Corban mostly meant the comment as a joke, he did genuinely want to see a shark but mostly cus he wanted to watch people scream and freak out over an animal that probably had no interest in eating them. This dude, however seemed to genuinely think they were swarming around the ocean...
“They might be, um migrating or something. Might not even be here right now...” It was a set up, mostly to see what this dude was going to respond with. However, based on his made up narrative about having someone loose their leg to a violent shark he wasn’t too familiar with apex predators.
“I mean loosing either leg would be really bad, especially right before the games...”
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lastpetals:
Clementine was scouting the water out for the first time. she’d seen it in windows from her room in the victor’s homes during her visit, but that hadn’t exactly been the perfect time to go running in the water as a capitolite who didn’t support the rebellion exactly. so she’d stayed indoors, but now she was standing with her ankles in the water, fascinated by the way the waves licked her toes. it felt good.
“the water’s shallow.” she noted, guessing it was probably an inch deep where she stood, and only got gradually deeper. “shark wouldn’t fit.”
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This girl didn’t seem afraid of the water in the slightest, even with all the creatures that could be hiding in the depths. Even after he had mentioned sharks, but he guessed that most people had figured that the capitol wouldn’t let tributes and sponsors get eaten by sharks “I guessed as much...”
He paused for a moment trying to come up with something “-I know some species of sharks and killer whales will swim right up to shore and snatch seals of the beach... Or at least that’s what our trainers in one told us.”
“So then... I don’t remember you from the vids on the train, you aren’t a tribute or anything?” She seemed way to soft to be a career, but also way too clean to be from a lower district. “Are you a sponsor?”
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persephoneleon:
“could’ve just stayed at home, too,” percy shrugged, though she’d never quite accepted the notion that going into the games was something she could’ve skipped out on. it was only an argument now for argument’s sake, any other time, she had to believe that it couldn’t have gone differently. that her ending up in the games and with blood on her hands was inevitable ( because she was always going to win, of course ), and the only thing to mourn were the specifics. the tributes she killed, their names, they could’ve been different people, not her friends.
“right, so if you know they don’t hunt near the shore, why the fuck are you wasting your time being disappointed about sharks, when you could be checking out your competition instead of the sea ??” percy pointed out, hands moving to her hips. as if she were a teacher scolding a child, like she could hold that kind of authority at her size, age.
“i did better in the games than you ever could,” she said, like it needed pointed out. of course it did. eight kills was the only thing she could truly flaunt these days. “so i don’t know why you’re here.”
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“Could have stayed home? Come on, what’s the fun in that? It’s so boring...” Corban always found district one to be boring, but he wasn’t so impressed by all the glamour and gold. He was more interested in the thrill, he wanted to do something spectacular that would prove life was worth more than sparkles.
“It’s a decent conversation starter, not to mention it scares the people who don’t know any better...” He hadn’t expected to see Persephone, he knew she was on the train ride to district four but he thought everyone had headed straight for their hotel rooms. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to pick between breathing and studying. However, if you are curious I’ve already watched vids of the different district reaping's...” No one really impressed him so far, guess he would have to wait until training to see.
Gloves off sweetheart. “Oh really?” Two could play at that game. “I’m going to beat your record, and I’m going to do it without crying over a fucking looser...” He said now smirking and laughing to himself. “-and you better pray I don’t get out, because I know the trainers back in one are hoping I don’t make it back either.” Corban laced his threat with a great deal of sedition.
“I can add you to my list of people who hate me... It’s a long ass list.” It was also the list of people Corban planed to kill once he was out of the arena.
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luca-acero:
“I’m sure she would be more than happy to show you” Luca smiled, although he didn’t know Sirena well enough to know how she felt about visitors. Someone with pet sharks surely liked to show them off though.
“Not so far, but we’ve only been here for a couple of hours, I’m sure there’s plenty more crazy to find”
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“If she’s anything like my mother, she won’t hesitate to show off her damned pets...” His mother had nearly a half dozen dogs at this point. She never took care of any of them, but she paraded them around with more pride than she ever had for Corban. “-Sharks are an interesting pet.”
“Well it is the hunger games... I’m sure there at least a few dozen crazy people around.” Heck, one had to be crazy to sign up for the Hunger Games in the first place. “The world does have a few more weeks to get to know the tributes anyways, find out who the crazy ones are.” Corban for example knew, that he was clinically crazy.
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ach1lles-come-down:
He shrugged slightly when the other tribute didn’t take the cue, looking back at the ocean. Decidedly unbothered by Corban’s presence. “Nope. District Eight.” Troy paused for a moment. “One or Two?” The older tribute didn’t ask snidely, just cooly. He had to be a career; over-explaining the concept of bodies of water and talking about his parent’s trips. He wasn’t trying to hide it, was he?
“Hmph.” ‘I guess you’re more of a coconut, then.’ Troy smirked at the thought, it certainly made him seem less intimidating. He chuckled, looking up at Corban, now. “A trip to an aquarium does sound better than this."
“I never got your name.” Espinosa watched him expectantly.
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“Oh, so you come from the smog district... With barely a hundred feet of coastline? Got it.” That’s all Corban’s parents had ever really told him, and school was even more vague than that. The Lopez incorporated depended heavily on districts ten and eight to produce materials for their company. “Important, but probably not my first pick...”
“I’m from district one... Boring, old glittery as hell district fucking one.” Corban didn’t often complain about his district, but he was still in a mood after his train ride. He wished he’d just volunteered sooner if he’d known how everyone felt...
“Corban... Corban Lopez.” He hoped that this dude didn’t know the name, he hadn’t really wanted to deal with his family problems right now. “What about you eight?”
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maizehammond:
She regretted asking when he answered, and she didn’t bother to hide her eye roll. “The glittering jewel,” she repeated, “alright. But yes, if I want to swim, I’ll ask for a bathing suit; surely you’re right, what would I do without your advice?”
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“We are known for our diamond mines, until they fucking exploded.” Of course, Corban knew about it because he was there, it was also the cause of death for his older brother so he was still a tad pissed about it.
“No idea, since I don’t know your typical cognitive ability... However, given the intelligence of most humans, probably wandering around aimlessly. Until you realize that the training facility includes a pool so there must be bathing suits somewhere...” District nine had no academy, so all of this was new for Maize and Corban knew that.
However, he was having fun...
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cain-gunn:
“Yeah, it’s alright,” Cain shrugged. “Water’s kind of cold anyway.” Even if the air in Four was still warm this time of year, the ocean was something else all together. He’d be content to hang by the heated resort pool instead. “I don’t think there are sharks around here,” he answered, but it came out sounding more like a question. “I mean, they can’t have a resort if sharks are gonna come eat people all the time. Seems bad for business and stuff. Besides, they’ve got that big force field around us, so nobody tries to swim for it. I’d think they probably emptied out all the sharks first.”
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“It’s probably a lot warmer than district one is right now...” Corban recognized Cain from the vids of the 123rd Hunger Games, district two also bordered the capitol, except it had the benefit of being further south. “We don’t exactly get a ton of snow back home, but It’s cool right now.” Small talk, the weather was always boring but at least it was safe conversation.
“I mean, there is money in shark tours... Put a ton of people on a boat, and they can go watch them swim around. Not to mention it’s probably quite the thrill to watch them eat...” He thought about it a tad more, thinking of where he had seen sharks before “-the 116th games had sharks, pretty sure some of the other water themed arena’s did too. I don’t think yours did... If my memory serves me correctly.”
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