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"Right cupcakes, we have a big day… of training!"
Woody drank from his Red Bull, pushing the two strands out of his face, but they fell back instantly, so it was a waste of time for him to have even done in the first place.
"Todays, you maggots are going to be judged, given a score, and then I'm going to use said score to get you free stuff, like a Playstation, or a Nintendo in the arena!"
"With Mario Karts?" Peeta asked.
"Of course, Peeta!"
"Peter," he corrected.
"Yeah, so for these games to be truly enjoyable you have to do your best, or else they won't give you stuff."
Katniss frowned. "Do they send food, or weapons?"
Woody looked at her. "You want that?"
"Kinda, yeah."
"Okay," he shrugged, "but Peter and I have our priorities in order."
Katniss rolled her eyes as Woody clapped his hands, drinking his Red Bull.
"Okay, let's go down and then you get called and I want you to hold everything back! Don't show them anything good."
Peeta didn't agree. "But how do we get sponsors then?"
Woody looked miffed. "Fine! Just show them all of it then! But when 'The Monster' eats the Baker, then you'll be sad!"
Peter shrugged. "I thought you said 'The Monster' was a pussy? He wouldn't eat me."
"ARGHH!" Woody stormed off, leaving them to their own devices.
They sat down on tables in the training centre with just a door separating them from their destinies.
Peeta was quite happy with it. He had a great thing to show them; he was set, and Cinna even dropped in.
"So, like, Peeta-"
"Peter," he corrected.
"Yeah, well, we totally have a problem! The clothes are, like, two sizes too big, and I, like, can't use them for anything else, because that's like, terrible and they just don't fit!"
Peter stood up. "Okay, we can deal with this. Oh, what am I saying, my performance is going to be ruined!"
Katniss wished he didn't come from her district.
Cinna held his hands up. "Listen, like, I have sorted you out baby, I have a total outfit. Justin himself wore it!"
"You mean, Justin Beiber?"
"No honey, I mean, like, Justin Gatlin."
"Who's he?" Peter moaned.
"It's okay!"
Katniss just backed off, and thought happily to herself that she was going to get a better score then Peter the Diva.
People started getting led in; Katniss thought it was supposed to be in an order, but everyone went in, in what appeared to be… chances of survival.
Thresh went first (obviously) but she had to be before Peter or else she would kill herself there and then.
Cinna was flapping his hands. "What do we do?"
Peter set his jaw. "You know, just forget this. Who cares about clothes?!"
Cinna looked shocked, but Peeta kept going.
"We don't need them and making a fuss is stupid."
Cinna looked scandalised, but he walked off, looking extremely nervous. Katniss got up and walked over to Peter.
"Wow, I didn't think you could do that."
Peeta looked at her. "I've been a diva these past few days. I need to get a grip on what matters. Like surviving and… saving you."
Katniss looked at Peeta and sighed. He was a little misguided, but he was sweet and handsome, and he stalked her because he wanted to be with her!
Peeta winked. "But if you want, we can have a quick shag before we head into the arena."
Katniss' face fell. "No thanks."
Peter shrugged. "Oookay, but if you're sure."
"I'm sure."
Peeta looked at her. "How about now?"
"No."
"Erm, how about after we get out of the arena?"
"Not ever."
He was getting desperate. "How about in the arena?"
"I don't think so."
"How about if I kill a guy?"
"Nope."
"Okay, on the train back?"
"No."
"Tonight?"
"No."
"Some time in District 12."
"No."
"Some time in the Capitol? Victory tour? District 1? 2? 3? 4? 5? 6? 7? 8? 9? 10? 11? Panem? The world? In space?"
"No, no, no ,no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and no."
"How about a blow job?"
"No."
"I finger you?"
"No."
"I finger myself?"
"I'd leave?"
"Finger yourself?"
"No, Peeta!"
"Peter," he corrected. "You jump up and down in front of me?"
"Maybe."
He fist pumped. "Score! Get in there!"
Katniss was amused by his happiness at her doing a few bounces in front of him and how he really seemed to like it.
They turned away and Peeta tried to take her hand. She grasped it, and Peter smiled. Katniss smiled too… as she started to crush Peter's hand. But he didn't let go. His eyes ran with pain, and he was going pale but he held on.
Katniss looked at him. "Let go, Peter!"
He looked back defiantly. "Never if it means losing you."
She felt her heart melt a little; her knees went weak and she longed to swoon in Peeta's strong arms. Then she realised it was Peter.
She let go of his hand , and watched as a load of people walked past. She looked at what order they were going in. First Thresh; obviously, then Rue, then Clove and etc. It seems like the rumours on 'The Monster' were true, because he was still sitting with that blond bimbo from District Crap Names.
Peeta nudged Katniss. "Is it just me, or do all District 1 have crap names? I mean, Glitter, Gloss, Marvel and Cashmere! That's the worst one!"
Katniss couldn't agree more.
"Peeta-"
"Peter," Peter corrected to the guy who was calling.
"Peeta, Peter, whatever your fucking name is, you're up."
Katniss could barely contain her anger. She was lower than Peeta Bread, Ultimate Stalker.
Glimmer and Cato watched that Baker guy walk, or rather strut, into the room.
Glimmer looked down at her hands, watching them twitch, as if fascinated. She breathed heavily, before looking at Cato.
"You have an idea of what you're going to show them?"
Cato shrugged. "Maybe I'll strip off my shirt. Instant 12."
Glimmer laughed. "Oh yeah? What if I do that too?"
Cato looked at her, chuckling. "Then I'll get a 7. I'm at least 5 points behind you in that regard."
She scoffed. "5? More like 10."
Cato laughed, but he did catch a small arrogance in amongst the humour in that last statement. "Watch it you. What if they're gay?"
Glimmer grinned, putting Cato's misgivings at rest. "Maybe before, but I'm wearing lingerie."
Cato sat up. "Oh yeah?"
She raised her eyebrows. "I don't think I like how eager that tone was."
He loomed away, smiling. "It wasn't."
"It'd better not be," Glimmer teased.
Just then Clove came rushing up, holding a laptop.
"Cato, I need to talk to you. Glitter, fuck off."
Glimmer looked at her. "No," she said coolly.
Clove looked at her nastily. "Fine, stay; you'll love to hear this."
She sat in the middle, pushing Glimmer over.
Clove put the laptop Cato's knee and a book.
"What's this?" Cato asked.
Clove grinned. "Well, I just looked on Fan Fiction, and everyone ships Clato!"
Cato backed off. "Come again?"
"Us! You and me! Cato and Clove! I mean, you have some…," she glanced at Glimmer, "some Glato, but it's mainly us."
Cato brushed his hair back. "Okay, so, what?"
"Look, we have a romance!"
She shoved the book at Cato and he read the page quickly, which was a line about him begging for Clove to hold on.
"And?"
Clove raised her eyebrows. "Huh? See?"
Glimmer snatched the book, before snorting. "Yeah? And?"
"And," Clove snatched the book back, "he's in love with me! He held my hand."
"It doesn't say that," Glimmer pointed out.
Clove scanned the page. "I'm pretty sure."
Cato butted in. "Okay, so I'm in love with you because I stayed with you as I died?"
"Yeah!" Clove agreed. "You left Glimmer!"
Glimmer came in. "Hey! He was being chased my Tracker Jackers! He couldn't exactly say 'chip chop Glimmer'. He was running for his life! He didn't exactly look after you! We don't even know you're name until page 320 out of 458 and then you're only in 5 pages, max, where I'm sitting on at least 50 from all the times Katniss mentions me and my many lines! I appear in page 194 with my first line, as it's obvious I say that stuff. It sounds like me, having a go at Katniss' dress, because I'm a vain, jealous bitch! And in the movie I was given those lines, and Suzanne Collins wrote the screenplay, and she's the big dog! Page 151 Katniss says I'm sexy and she's recognises me first as a Mutt! Hah! Who has screen time now! You're barely in it, let alone a love interest!"
Clove frowned. "No uh! People write Fan Fiction on me!"
"Yeah! They MAKE it up! They grab any romance they can get! So they had low standards this time!"
Cato tried to come in. "I'm Cato, and I think that the whole holding hand thing was like a Best Friend thing! No! A Sister thing! No romance."
Glimmer smiled smugly. "See?"
Caro pointed at her. "Hey, I leave you for dead. You're just as bad! Me in the book has no love interest!"
Clove and Glimmer died down.
"Good," Cato sighed. "I'm not some person to be made Youtube Videos out of."
Clove perked up. "I have more videos than Glimmer."
Glimmer sighed. "Yeah, but I have the movie! Those who don't read the books, see ME, ME, ME and Me cuddle Cato and flirt with him. My parents knew I was a love interest!"
Clove scowled. "That was Gary's idea!"
"I beg to differ! Collins wrote the screenplay and since there was NO romance before, she added one! I quote: And Suzanne is all good about understanding that some things work in a book, some things work in a screenplay. Plus, she has a ton of fun making up new stuff for the movie. She made a freaking Glato romance! Suck on that! She supports Glato!"
"Cato left you!"
"Cato's a selfish fuck, we all know that. And he was running for his life. He tried to pull me up, so yeah! AND, in behind-the-scenes, I'm about to be stabbed by that District 7 guy, and Cato comes, pulls the guy up, and rescues me. He kills the guy and helps me up! He shouod have let me die! He'll have to do it at some point, but he didn't! Suck on that!"
"When did I do that?" Cato asked.
Clove turned to Cato. "What do you think?"
Cato looked up wearily. "I think you're both clutching at invisible straws, but Glimmer has merit. Collins did write in a Glato into the film. She said herself she wanted the movie to be good, and she liked that, so…" He jerked up. "But this is bullshit, both of you, so just drop it."
Clove looked between them. "Cato, are you telling me you're not going to start a Clato?"
Cato rubbed his face. "Look, the author has read the books and seen the film (he read all the books yesterday), and he obviously saw merit in a hinted Glato with flirts and cuddles, than a BFF relationship with Cato and Clove who grew up in the same District as siblings. Done? It's all bullshit anyway."
Clove got up. "You will regret this Cato!"
Cato nodded.
"I'm coming for you Poet Boy!"
She stormed off and Glimmer slid next to Cato. Cato looked at her and she smiled.
Cato just shook his head in exasperation.
Glimmer looked at the reflection on the table and brushed her hair a bit, looking critically at her reflection, before speaking:
"You know what I hate?" She asked.
Cato shrugged. "My poetry?"
Glimmer laughed, showing her white teeth. "Yeah, that's it! No, what I really hate-," she sobered up, "is when people assume I'm stupid or useless because I'm blond."
Cato nodded. "I know… people think I'm going to win these games just because I look tough. 'The Monster' nickname is an example."
Glimmer rubbed his neck. "You know, we have a lot in common," she stated.
Cato chuckled. "I suppose. I mean, we're both drop dead gorgeous," he joked.
"No disagreement there," she smiled, with that same hint of vanity.
They waited until Glimmer's name was called.
Glimmer took a deep breath, before smiling at Cato and making her way towards the door.
Cato grabbed her shoulder before she could go through.
"Hey, remember; 'I wonder why so soon forgot, are fame and riches; to think of all I'll never own,-
I'm laughing'."
She frowned. "Cato, are you feeling alright?" Then she realised. "That's poetry, right?"
Cato nodded. "Robert William Service, 'Successful Failure'."
"Elaborate?"
"You don't need sponsors, as long as you have what you really need, you'll be fine."
Glimmer looked at Cato seriously. "And what do I really need?"
Cato swallowed. "Err… maybe… someone… I don't mean someone, no, not at all, I mean a partner, like someone to watch your back!"
Glimmer frowned. "What about someone I care about?"
"Your family?" Cato said stupidly.
Glimmer nodded. "Yeah, my family, that's it." Cato could feel her tension on the word 'family'; but that he could relate too. His family was less-than-stellar.
Her name was called again and she walked to the door.
"Good luck!" Cato called.
She gave him a casual salute from her forehead, her lips pressed together in a small smile, before entering, her blond hair whipping around the door.
Cato sat down and started thinking up lines for his poem: 'Eyes like emeralds?' 'The world was grey… dar-' He shook his head to get the idea out of his head. He'd get it eventually.
After what seemed like hours, Glimmer finally came back around the door, making her way over.
Cato frowned. "Aren't you supposed to just disappear?"
Glimmer thought for a second. "I think so, but, oh well. Anyway, I think you're up next, then it's that girl-" she pointed at the girl from District 12, " go. Good luck."
Cato stood up, as Glimmer took his hand and squeezed it. "Good luck," she said. Cato nodded, feeling the nerves build up.
He just tried to breathe as Glimmer pushed him up to the door.
"In… you… go," Glimmer panted, pushing him through.
Cato was pushed through a pair of doors, and he emerged in a large room, full of weaponry and stuff, and left to do something.
The Gamemakers looked down on him, as Cato came up, looking at some guy. Cato remembered where he'd seen him before; when he came in. It was Seneca Crane.
Crane came down and sat in a seat, gesturing for Cato to do the same.
Cato smoothed his training shirt and tried to breathe steadily.
Crane smiled. "Cato, right? How are you finding training? Enjoying yourself?"
Cato thought of Glimmer and nodded.
He nodded. "We've had rumours you were bullied."
Cato smiled. "No, it's fine. Glimmer took care of them."
Crane nodded. "Yes, Miss… sorry, but what's her last name?"
Cato realised he didn't have a clue, so he decided to use a poem. "How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog, to tell one's name the livelong day, to an admiring bog!"
He expected Crane to know that one. "What the fuck was that?" he asked.
Cato frowned. "Erm, that's 'I'm Nobody! Who Are You?'"
Crane looked blank. "Emily Dickenson," Cato elaborated.
Crane shook his head slowly.
"Moving on," Cato said. But Crane didn't want to move on. He just kept staring at Cato.
Cato cleared his throat. "So… I heard you got in the movie?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Errr, you know, the movie… Hunger Games movie, you were in it." Crane looked at him like he was mad. "It had Glato," Cato suggested.
Seneca's mouth had been open for a full minute now.
Cato coughed. "Glimmer told me… do you like the Kooks?"
Seneca looked blank.
"I'm not saying it's your fault," Cato begun weakly. "Although you could have done more, Oh you're so naive yet so… How could this been done…" He coughed again. "That's how one of their songs-"
"Shut your trap Cato," Seneca said.
Cato shut up.
Seneca leant back. "You… making friends with this Glitter?"
"Glimmer," Cato corrected. "And yeah."
Seneca smiled thinly. "Right… my people tell me she's," he beckoned a guy over, taking a report from him. He looked at it, before reading. "Yes, okay, 'Spending lots of time with Cato', Personality; 'Selfish-"
Cato frowned. "She helped me against Thresh."
Seneca looked up. "The first time perhaps, but not the second time, no?" Cato remained silent. "Yes, we know…-"
"Why didn't you stop it?" Cato demanded.
"Vain, self-centred-"
"Those traits hardly come up!"
"Hardly! But they come up, yes! Arrogant-"
Cato stood up. "What do you care about that!? She's kind, and funny, and she looks out for me!"
Seneca ignored him. "I know about that ring she has; cheating too. Cato, Cato, you don't seem to have found the best company."
Cato moved forward. "Shut up."
Seneca looked up. "Her training went well, you know. Relatively charming, actually, quite seductive is the right word; she surprised me. Her appearance would suggest-"
"What?" Cato demanded.
Crane looked at him. "It would suggest she was vain, useless. I half expected her to try to use baser means to get her score."
Cato was shaking. "Don't mess with her score."
Crane laughed. "No, of course not. I'm just wondering why you'd associate yourself-"
Cato grabbed Crane. "Shut up, or I'll kill you."
Crane paled. "Look Cato, team up with the Careers. I promised your parents I'd keep you alive, but I can't do that if you continue to persist with this… friendship, with Miss Glimmer."
The Peacekeepers took Cato's arms and dragged him back.
"You can do better," Seneca told him.
Cato felt his anger cloud his vision, and before he knew it, he was fighting, pushing away one guy and dragging the other. If he could get a sword, he could take Crane…
He punched the guy on his arm, who crumpled, before running to the weapons.
"STOP HIM!" Crane was shouting.
Cato dodged one stunner and was thankful for being born a Career when another Peacekeeper blocked his way.
He twisted away, grabbing the guy's arm, before lifting and throwing him over his back. He kept running, jumping over a taser and kicking the solider who shot it.
He reached for the sword, before everything went black.
Yeah, Cato has anger issues if you haven't noticed. Potential problem in the Arena, or maybe a blessing? He's much more deadly with it. Anyway, please review an d tell, me what you thought of it all; Crane, Peeta, Glimmer, the interviews etc. Do you want to see anything? Go and review! I do take opinions into account! And please get this to 120 reviews! Please. Just take two seconds to tap in 'lol' You don't even need an account! It's all I want!
