Authors note: This is my first story on fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. I probably won't be using Kylie's perspective much, as I prefer using male characters. I'm not being sexist, just that I found male characters easier to control and get into the thoughts of, probably because I am a guy. I do not own the hunger games in any way.
Desmond's perspective
Desmond gulped as he boarded the bus, his best friend, Kylie, right behind him. Three days ago, his family got a letter telling them all capitol children are to participate in a final hunger games, any children found after the games begin will be killed, and their family punished. He had to go through with it, he loved his family too much. It was worse, as he just celebrated his fifteenth birthday, and Kylie's fifteenth was in a month. It seems like they would celebrate her birthday in training, or in the actual games. If they lived that long. There weren't many kids on the bus at the moment, so Desmond took an empty seat, Kylie sitting next to him. They knew that the bus would soon pile up with other people, probably people they knew. Desmond idly looked around the bus as it started moving, noting it wasn't a very good quality bus. It had no seat belts, and the seats were falling apart. The windows were so dirty, you could barely see out of them, and there was stains on the floor. He cringed at a red stain, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. He sat back and waited for the bus to reach the hotel. For the bus to reach there doom.
Desmond didn't notice the bus stop, until Kylie shook him. "We're here" she said quietly, and Desmond groaned, stretching and waking from his nap. He reluctantly stood up, and headed for the bus door. As soon as he stepped off, the bus doors closed and it drove off. He realised he was the last one off, and grunted, before walking in the same direction as everybody else. Kylie weaved through the crowd until she stood beside him, and he smiled a little at the thought of his childhood friend beside him. A person started to walk up the platform, and stood above the huge amount of kids. It was The Devil, formerly known as The Mockingjay. It was her fault that we were here, she was the one calling the shots. His smiled turned into a snarl as soon as she started speaking. "We will take you straight to training, which will last one week. You will be given sleeping bags, and are required to sleep on the floor. Once the week is up, you will be taken to the arena, where the final hunger games will be held" The Devil said through the microphone. Desmond frowned as he realised that there was no hotel, they were going straight to training. It also seems like they would miss Kylie's birthday.
They went through the doors that opened up to the training hall. Desmond quickly decided to learn how to use a weapon, and chose one that he could get easily or make. Daggers. He held one in hand, and tried holding two. Feeling comfortable, he started hacking at a practice dummy. After 10 minutes of hacking and slashing, and going through three dummies, he decided that he had the hang of it and went straight to rope tying. The instructor was lazy, and only taught him how to tie two different knots before sitting down. Desmond grumbled, and practiced each knot for 10 minutes, before going to trap making. He continued on like this until he reached shield use. He saw his reflection in the shield, realising how long it had been since he saw how he looked. How his hair was black and semi-short, coming to his ears, and how his dark brown eyes used to scare other kids when he was young. He had slightly dark skin, and a athletic build. He had a slight mustache, and a few loose hairs coming down his chin that would've turned into a beard in a few years. He sighed, and picked up the shield. He grunted as it came off the stand, surprised at how heavy it was. Deciding that he could never use it, he put it back. He idly looked around the training room, and saw that it was extremely bland. All the walls, roof and floor were a shiny silver, while all the equipment was a little darker. He saw a glass pane and a room above. Probably where the gamemakers used to sit he thought. He wondered if they would have the private show again, but quickly erased the thought as soon as he looked back at the amount of children around. The actual games would be a massacre.