Chapter 3:

Glenn and Sickle were seated next to each other at the table in the dining car of the train. It was dinnertime and they were hunched over bowls of soup and crackers. Countless side dishes and snacks surrounded them on carts with silver trays. Oliver sat across from them, sipping a bit of orange

Finnick also had a few categories that he had classified the tributes he has had the honor of mentoring.

"Category One: Mindlessly scared with no chance of winning
If you happen to fall into this category then there is no way that you are coming back from the arena alive. In this category, you a likely aged twelve to fourteen and are scared out of your mind. You are fragile and tenderhearted, traits that are of no use to you in the Games. Traits like these get you killed and prevent you from even being able to pick up a weapon. As soon a tribute of this kind enters the arena, they make rookie moves. They fall off the platform before the Games start, shaking with fear. When they are ordered to start, they are often the first to die, often in the bloodbath because they aren't smart enough to run from the cornucopia Thinking they can snag a weapon, or an apple or two, they are killed by bulky Career tributes.

Category Two: A little smart, a lot dumb but would never kill anyone
This tribute will get a little farther. After fleeing the bloodbath, they are safe but find themselves in a situation of having no materials to help themselves survive the first night. They will either tough it out and sleep nearly frozen, but out in the open to catch the last of the sun's warmth before drifting. In the night, their throats will be slit by tributes in an alliance or a lone Career foraging for easy pickings before the real fight that will take place in the morning. Either that, or they will do something that will be easily detectable such as light a fire in the dead of night or run to the cornucopia for supplies the next morning. This tribute was just planning to stay out of everyone's way, hoping that they could have won by this slim chance. However, the Gamemakers will never allow this. They want action-filled fights. They want blood.

Category Three: Resourceful, but have a major Flaws
This tribute is the tribute that Finnick had classified Sickle as. This person is well rounded and would make for a lovely Victor, but is usually killed in a really awful way that could have been prevented for a reason that becomes apparent after their deaths. They are good hunters, aren't shy to use a weapon and have even killed tribute or two so far. They usually last up to the top seven or six and are either ganged up on by Career tributes or betrayed by a fellow teammate As for the flaw. The flaw is most commonly developing a relationship with a tribute in your alliance or being extremely vain or being too much of a showman This tribute has a great chance of winning, but it is either greatly helped or reduced by how skilled the Careers are that year.

Category Four: Career.
This tribute is one that has trained for this moment for years so that they could come back from the Games as a champion, having received the highest honor possible in Panem's society. Victor. This tribute is ripped and will not hesitate to kill you. When the Games start they are the ones to knock out the weakest of the bunch and will not stop until you are bleeding or dead. These tributes are usually from districts one, two and four. If you are not one of them do not team up with them or they will kill you first. More often than not, someone from these districts will win because they have betrayed their team mates to get there."

"So what category am I in?" Glenn asks Olive this as he is explaining how the Games usually go down to Sickle. He hears all of their chatter as he sits in his room and was curious. Sickle makes sure her face is dry before turning to face him. From his face, you can see that Glenn has wanted to ask the question for quite some time now, but has refrained to, due to the fact that he just might not like the answer. He braces himself.

"Actually, I don't know." Olive scratches his head. "I've only met you today. I know nothing about your personality."

"Oh." He nods and takes a brownie drizzled with white chocolate from a nearby snack tray. "Any tips then, mentor?"

"Yeah," Olive smiles and snatches the brownie from Glenn's hand, placing it in his mouth. "Eat healthy. We can't have you sluggish in the arena, now can we?"

"Fabulous," he sighs and then smiles at them tiredly. His hazel eyes pulsed with irrevocable sadness. As soon as the emotion appears, it is gone and is replaced with something else that Sickle can't place. His bony fingers tap the table in a rhythmic pattern. "So… what do we do now?"

"Um… if it's standard procedure, we should be reaching the Capitol anytime now," Sickle shrugged. How should she know? "That's what usually happens."

"Alright. Let's wait together. Give em' hell." Never had Sickle heard such language from another person her age, but she decided to overlook it. Might as well try to get along before she is left all alone.

A few minutes later, they arrive at the Capitol.