Choices, Choices...

Marcelina wanted to throw in a bit more training before she was sent off to her death. she mused between going back tot he ranged station or trying her hand at various survival skills. at first she thought it might be a good idea to learn how to make a fire, but then she also realized that it would give her a zero stealth rating at night, and that if any other tributes saw it, they would know exactly where to shoot, or at least where to strike.

Frankly, Marci wanted to be the one doing the shooting instead of the one getting shot. so... it was off to the ranged station with her so she could brush up on her aim. she took out a bow, which she had a little experience in using, and started shooting. first she tried for accuracy, and then for speed; her speed was one of her greatest strengths, and she wanted to keep it that way.

after a little of that, she tried them together, to see how fast she could go while staying accurate. that was the advantage that ranged weapons had on melee ones--if you could kill them before they ever reached you, you would not have to worry about striking.
she looked around and was disappointed that there weren't any rocks around. she was a very good aim with the common rock, and she hoped that there were plenty in the arena--if there were, she'd make damn good use of them.

such were the motions of her training regime for the time being, and they satisfied her.