Wow, a quick update from me! I'm only going to do one training session per chapter now so that I can get them done quicker. Hopefully I'll update again later this week :-)
"Electra Volts" Called the escort as the small girl from district three walked in to the room. As soon as Electra entered the room she darted over to the swords. "Oooh, shiny" She said as she stared, at the knife, mesmorised by the shinyness. She reached out to touch the knife, pulling her hand back as the knife cut her. "Bad shiny, bad, bad shiny!" She yelled, slapping the knife. Shescreamed as the knife sliced in to her hand. "Your mean" She sobbed, glaring at the knife.
"Seriously, you do know that knives are sharp, right?" Asked Seneca, hoping that the tribute wasn't as dumb as she seemed.
"What?" Electra asked, confused.
Seneca sighed, starting to wish that Cato had killed him.
Electra, chosing to ignore the gamemakers ridiculous comments, looked around the room for somthing to eat. She smiled as she saw the edible plants station and grabbed a particularly tasty looking berry.
"DON'T EAT THAT IT'S POISONOUS!" Yelled Plutarch, terrified that one of the tributes might die before the games even started.
Electra was confused, why would there be poisonous plants in the buffet? She laughed, Plutarch was obviously trying to stop her from eating all the deliscious berries! "Nice try idiot!" She laughed, scooping up a large handfull of berries.
Plutarch leapt over the table, trying to prise the berries from Electra's hands. "Give me the freaking berries!" Yelled the gamemaker.
"No way!" Electra cried as she escaped from Plutarch's grip and sprinted across the training room.
There was a loud bang as Electra hit the glass door of the training center face first. The gamemakers watched in shock as she slid to the floor, unconcious.
Well that was... Interesting" Said Seneca, thinking that Electra was possibly the dumbest tribute he had ever seen.
Hope you liked this chapter! I actually have run in to a glass door, it hurt like hell :-)