Hey Guys! This is Part 2 of jds2416 story, Sisters: The Fourth Quarter Quell.
Carrita stomps in, all she wants to get it all over with.
"Hi, I'm Carrita from district 11!" Carrita squeaks sarcastically.
"Well then, please present your skill." A gamemaker chuckles, not knowing Carrita wasn't actually as stupid as she made herself sound.
Carritta crosses her arms over her chest and walks over to the edible plant station.
She takes a test and gets 100 percent, grabs a spear off of a rack, and throws it at a dummy all the way across the gym, landing perfectly in the middle of the chest.
"Bye guys!" Carrita yells, then walks out of the gym while she rolls her eyes.
Carrita: 7
Pepper skips in happily, not caring that her body is jiggling very unattractively.
"I'm Pepper, from District 11. It is so very pleasurable to meet all of you, and lets get this thing started!"
The fat girl's voice booms pompously over the room.
A Gamemaker snickers, then another, and another. Pepper grins too, but a bit confusedly, as she isn't aware that she, Pepper herself, is the brunt of their cruel joke. "So," Pepper begins.
"I am highly trained in knives and swords. You may be able to tell."
This statement only prompts another subtle wave of laughter through the Gamemaker's stands.
Pepper moves to the knives. She picks a couple up, and throws them. It is a pitiful effort. One lands too inches away from where she threw it, and the other just misses the bottom of the target. Happy with the turnout, Pepper grins and puffs her chest.
"Bet that just put into perspective about how absolutely terrible the District Two and District One girls are."
The Head Gamemaker bursts into tears of laughter, followed by many others.
Pepper never thought she would be treated like that by the people of the capitol.
For the first time, she loses her confidence and wants to break down.
Pepper finally drags herself towards the exit.
Pepper: 2
As Trail is walking in, she bumps into Pepper. "Hey, watch where you're going!" Pepper shouts, then continues to walk out.
Trail then throws herself to the ground and starts screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Can you please... um introduce yourself?" A game maker asks, sounding strained as he awaited a tantrum.
Trail pulls herself together, stands up, and walks towards the camouflage station.
She paints an adequate grass pattern on her hand.
Trail then walks over to the plant test.
She scores 89 percent, then walks out.
Trail:3
Koring shuffles in, his dark eyes downcast.
He's been pondering what type of a score he could get. After all, if his score is too high, the careers will target him, making it harder for him to find and protect Carrita. As his eyes dart to each station, he finally decides that a six or seven will do. Not too high, but maybe high enough to garner some sponsors and high odds. Confident now, he strides over to the maces. They're sharp, deadly looking, and each one has a midnight black handle. Koring bends over and picks one up. The mace in his hand is like a sword in the District Two boy's. It fits like a glove, and sends a warm shiver down his arm. Naïve as he is, Koring knows his strength, and will use it to his advantage.
Choking back a war cry, as he cannot sound too enthusiastic, Koring slings back his arm and lets the mace fly. It strikes the rope of a dummy down. He pulls it back again, and this time, embeds the weapon in a dummy's chest. In another's head. And in another's stomach. Koring steps back, breathing heavily. One more to go.
He jogs to the wall that is as far from the Gamemakers as possible, and takes a breath. He squints his eyes, throws back his arm, and cannot help but let the war cry come rushing from his throat.
The mace knocks the final dummy off its stand, and leaves it in a bloody, mangled mess.
A bit nervous, as Koring knows this can only garner a high score, he turns to the Gamemakers. When the head nods for him to leave, the only thought on his mind is
"How will I ever protect Carritta now?
Koring: 10
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