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Cato, District 2 Tribute (prideof2) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-04-19 18:21:00

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cato, {gale hawthorne

Theirs But to Do and Die (Tag to Gale)
Who: Gale Hawthorne and Cato
What: Smackdown
Where: Parlor Car
When: Thursday evening
Warnings/Ratings: Violence, language
Status: Closed and Ongoing

Cato stormed down the corridor in the direction of the parlor car with his sword in his hand, a fire behind his eyes that would cause most people who knew him in Two to get out of his way as quickly and unnoticed as possible. This little fucker from Twelve needed his ass kicked. There was no other way to put it. He'd been an ass ever since Cato'd arrived here, and while he was working on controlling himself, sometimes people didn't understand anything other than a fist in the face.

And the fact that the fucker was from Twelve only made things all that much better. He probably knew that little bitch in his Games that had been causing him so much damn trouble.

He burst into the parlor car, his sword clasped aggressively in his hand, ready to fight. Of course, Cato was always ready for a fight - it had been bred into him from an early age.

"Where are you, asshole?"

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trapsandsnares
2012-04-19 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Gale was already in the parlor car, he'd made sure it was free of Jackers, and Mockingjays. He wanted a fair fight, without the annoying little distractions from home.

He was waiting for Cato when Cato came storming in, in the fashion Gale expected. Pompous ass. The little shit thought he was better than everyone else. Well, Gale was going to take him down a peg or two, show him who's boss.

He anticipated Cato's arrival, and attempted to ambush him at the door. He surged forward, from the backside, and brought a fist up to collide with Cato's jaw.

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prideof2
2012-04-19 10:53 pm UTC (link)

...which it did, jarring him for a brief second as his sword clattered to the ground. Still, he was far too well trained to let one well-placed fist bring him down. The bruise already forming on his face, Cato swallowed the pain - pain that he had been taught to use for focus.

Cato whirled on him with a roar of fury and with all his well trained strength, directed a blow right towards the other man's stomach.

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trapsandsnares
2012-04-27 04:38 pm UTC (link)

Gale expected retaliation and tried to prepare. he was not entirely successful, and the force of Cato's weight knocked him back a step. he stumbled, and caught himself with a hand to the wall.

He answered Cato with a roar of his own, his eyes flashing dark and dangerous. He was not going to let this punk from Four knock him around. He lurched low, hoping to reach Cato's sword before Cato realised what was happening.

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prideof2
2012-04-27 04:44 pm UTC (link)

If there was one thing Cato was not going to allow, it was anyone touching his sword. Seeing Gale's direction, he dove for it, hitting the ground hard and knocking the air out of himself as he did. Still, he grabbed the sword, keeping it out of the other man's reach.

Surging to his feet, sword held firmly in his muscular arm, he snarled at Gale as he swung his sword low, at leg level, hoping to incapacitate the other man, since killing was frowned upon on the train.

[OOC: Cato's from Two, not Four. ;) Yep, Gale, the district where you KILLED ALL THOSE INNOCENT PEOPLE IN THE NUT. :p]

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trapsandsnares
2012-04-28 01:22 pm UTC (link)

Gale growled as he missed his chance, and Cato scooped up the sword just moments before he could get to it. He should have known better, used a better strategy to try and get it. Well, there was nothing to do for it now, but try to avoid getting hit with the blade.

He wasn't so lucky. He was already on the move when Cato took a swing at him, and the blade glanced off his right calf. he felt the cut, the rush of blood. He growled in response, but it wasn't enough to slow him too much.

Gale danced back a few steps, eyes trained on Cato, trying to analyse the guy's next move. Pain fogged his mind, his leg throbbed, but he wasn't going to give in to it. This wasn't like the beating he'd taken from the peacekeepers; he wasn't restrained and mad with pain. He was still functional and in control.

"You're going to pay, punk."

[OOC: Eeep! Yes. Cato is from Two. I blame lack of sleep! Because I know this. Silly me!]

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prideof2
2012-04-29 01:30 am UTC (link)

Cato grinned a sadistic smile, his eyes twinkling with some inner delight at this. This was what he was trained for, and to have a chance to take on some stupid ass from Twelve...well, this was just an added bonus.

"I am? I'm going to pay? Really, Twelve? I guess it had better be me since you probably couldn't afford it anyway."

He moved a step closer, watching Gale's every move closely. He was confident, but it wasn't bravado. He knew the dangers of arrogance - it was one of the things their trainers were sure to include.

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trapsandsnares
2012-04-29 09:35 pm UTC (link)

"You think you're funny?" Gale had been fighting his whole life. Unfortunately, he wasn't so well trained as Cato. His skill was instinctive, not honed. His steps were sure, but his technique was not the most effective.

He was a bull in a chine shop. He was all brute, and little tactic or strategy. He rushed at Cato, hoping to get a good hit, hoping to knock the sword out of his hand a second time, hoping to take him down to the floor, even though it was unlikely.

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	prideof2 2012-04-30 12:49 am UTC (link)
	"I do, actually, yes," he grinned humorlessly, his eyes glinting with anger and hatred. When Gale rushed him, Cato quickly leaped out of the way, falling into place behind him and grabbing for his shirt, hoping to gain control of him and slam him into the wall he was already heading towards. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trapsandsnares 2012-05-08 11:07 am UTC (link)
	Whatever curses Gale might have spat at Cato were silenced when his back hit the wall. The air rushed out of his lungs, and left him light headed and in pain. He grunted, and tried to retaliate. His hands found purchase on Cato's broad shoulders, but he lacked any real strength. "Bastard," he muttered. His eyes were bright with anger and hate and rage. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	prideof2 2012-05-08 02:01 pm UTC (link)
	Cato smirked at Gale's condition, brushing his hands off of him easily. "Don't pick fights with your superiors, you filthy, coal-dust piece of shit," he snarled, and for good measure, aimed his fist for his gut. (Reply to this) (Parent)