Cato walked along the streets of District Two in curiosity, and slight worry. Clove and he were supposed to begin training at ten, to avoid everyone who would train in the day, yet it was ten thirty and she was a no show. He began to walk home, but kept an eye out in case he had seen her.
Clove rushed out of her house,running down the street to the District 2 training was pulled open the doors and walked inside to see sighed,tightening her ponytail then,setting her bag down on a nearby bench.
Cato finally got home, setting his bag down. To his surprise it was lighter than usual. He opened the bag and showed he forgot one of his best swords, and the jacket he brought. "Nice job, genius." He scolded to himself, walking out of his house and beginning to go back to the training center.
She took a sip from her water canteen before heading to her favorite grabbed a small curved molded her palm into the handle of the cruel weapon before aiming it. She pressed her lips to the cold blade before sending it into the heart of the dummy.
He stopped at the door of the center, hearing someone. He peered in to see Clove, at the knife station. 'Of course she goes to the knives.' He thought to himself, smirking. He had devised a plan. Silently, he crept into the center, sneaking behind Clove, and wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting. "Boo!"
She screamed slightly,feeling a pair of muscular arms wrapping around legs kicking as she was ascended into the foot connecting with the knife watched as the weapons fell to the ground.