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PARODY/ROLEPLAY. — ❛I guess you’re going down then, @WillAlwaysFight.❜

Fighting for his life.
Joined July 2017
Photo by — Maximus Sinclair. (@TrainedToFight)
❛I was born for this.❜ — New THG OC. — District 1. | 18. — Written by #ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ. — Pre﹣shipped. RT?
[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ: Maximus Sinclair had trained his /whole/ life for this, and as he was standing as a tribute of the hunger games, he couldn't help but feel triumphant and relieved in a way. All he had to do was win. Not that it would be —
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[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] — and there were only a few good ones /and/ he had trained his whole life for it. Of course, he was good. "District 11 won't last a day," Maximus arched a single brow, his smirk only widening as he kept his brown eyes locked on the —
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[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] — scrawny boy. In a way, it was good that it was going to be easy, but at the same time, it meant less of a challenge. And the Sinclair was looking forward to challenges.
[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] — sounded behind them. The taller brunet turned his built frame slightly so he could get a look at what happened, and when his brown eyes landed on a a short, scrawny boy standing over a huge mess of knives, he couldn't help but —
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[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] — chuckle in amusement. Perhaps it was going to be /much/ easier than he had expected.
[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] — loud, though. Max followed the brunette's eyes and listened carefully to her words about her partner. When his eyes landed on a tall male, currently training with a sword, he nodded his head up and down. Caleb was good, but /not/ —
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[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] — better than him. "You sure about that?" Max' usual smirk reappeared on his pale features, as he tore his eyes away from Caleb and shot Iris a quirked brow.
[[ @WillAlwaysFight. ]] — and simply changed the subject, "You're good." But he was better. "What about your partner? Is he any good?" The much taller brunette questioned the female, his smirk faltering slightly and his expression becoming a bit more —
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