"You're an idiot. You think that you're gonna be able to sneak up on someone and get CLOSE enough to use that?" Marvel looked at the dagger in his hand. The girl had a point. He never was any good at throwing things. Unlike that Clove girl from District 2. He had to choose a different weapon. One that he could use from afar. Like a bow and arrow! He looked around him to see if anyone else was brilliant enough to have thought of that. He looked at the girl from District 12- the one with that cool flame dress- just in time to see her let go of the string and hit the target dead center. He would be no match for her. He just couldn't win. He had tried everything in the training room. He wasn't strong. He wasn't fast. He wasn't good at camouflage. He couldn't throw knives. He couldn't climb trees. He couldn't kill things easily- or at all. His conscience wouldn't allow it. He couldn't forage for food- he had no idea which plants would kill you or give you a rash. Or even which ones were edible. He was screwed. He'd have to be in an alliance with Glimmer, his district partner, the District 2 kids, and the kids from 4. And even then, he had such a small chance that he might as well kill himself now. This was a suicide mission- but not by choice. No one had volunteered for him. Not even his bigger, stronger, faster best friend Phox. His sister, Vibia, had stood there, not even crying. He couldn't understand why no one would be upset over his death. Well, his mother might. But no one else. Of course, the Capitol would pretend to care, but they wouldn't. He loved the Capitol, but they got a bit… bloodthirsty for his taste at times. He pretended to be excited about being in the Hunger Games, but honestly? He was scared out of his wits. He wondered if he should write a will and if so, who he should give it to.
Glimmer watched as her stupid district partner picked up a dagger and considered it. He would never make it out of the Games. Glimmer, however, had different plans for herself. She just knew that she could win, especially with her district token. It looked like an ordinary ring, but when you twisted it, a poisoned spike came out of it. She couldn't wait to use it in the Games. If anyone found the spike, she would claim she didn't know it was there. Marvel on the other hand… Of course, she wouldn't DARE kill Marvel herself, but he would die eventually. Everyone would. Except for her, of course. Her only competition was that pesky little District 12 girl. She had no idea how to take her out. Well… maybe there was something she could try… but no, she didn't know which berries were poisonous and which were safe. If only she could handle a bow and arrow. She would have to team up with those tributes from Districts 2 and 4. That Cato was really cute… maybe she'd get a chance to *ahem* get some excitement in before he died. It was a pity that both of them couldn't live. Their children would be so attractive. Too bad. Glimmer would meet another, handsomer boy back in District 1. All she had to do was take out 24 kids. Not a problem. Or was it? District 12 released the string of her bow and the arrow landed in the middle of the target. Glimmer put her head in her hands. The 74th Hunger Games were going to be longer than she had initially thought, that's for sure.
