It's April, but spring has been slow to come to where I live. The New England winter just won't end. On a happier note, my brother's finally home from Canada, and I wonder what he thinks about his kid brother writing another SYOT. I bet he thinks I'm just a nerd. Speaking of my brother, he's sleeping on my top bunk tonight, so I moved my buff collection (up to 11). I'll post a picture of it on DeviantArt.
It's time for the longest chapter yet. I hope that everybody is happy with the score they get, because not everybody could get an 8. Seriously, I got a lot of tributes with scores of 8 and attempting to join the Careers. Not all of those can be accommodated, nor would I want to. I also made a Google Doc of what each tribute is going to do in the Bloodbath. I already have it all planned out.
Answer: The Hoprocker trilogy, by far. Seriously, READ THEM. FREAKING READ THEM. The Disastrous 42nd Hunger Games, Fire & Ice, and Final Judgment are their names. These are what inspired me to write this style of Hunger Games, because hers are in third person, which, in my opinion, is the best way to do this type of story by far. It feels so incoherent when you constantly switch first-person POVs.
Question: What country/region are you reading this from? You can just say the country.
All right. Let's begin the chapter!
On the second day, the Careers all tackled the obstacle course. They were able to determine that Scar and Sam were the fastest among them, and so they would have those two be the first to run into the Cornucopia. In case there were any other alliances, or other tributes that were determined to fight in the Bloodbath, the fastest ones would be able to fight. It seemed like a pretty good plan.
Bretson's crew all talked to one another at various points throughout the day, but they tried to keep a low profile as always. Neo, personally, kept on thinking about how they would all manage to coordinate their plans once in the arena. After all, they would all be placed at different locations around the initial Cornucopia, so they would have to figure out how to make it all happen.
Not for the first time, as he was hacking away at dummies with a machete, he pondered how having a twelve-year-old, the youngest possible age of a tribute, in your alliance could be a very big liability. How were they supposed to trust Bobbin not to go whining to the Careers about how the big teenagers had mistreated her.
Immediately, Neo realized that that thought was ridiculous. It didn't stop him from having some reservations about this alliance, however.
Elsewhere, Panna and Kidra worked together at the dummies. Kidra was using her throwing knives, while Panna had finally figured out how to get her wire lasso to work. If she simply aimed for the necks of the dummies, she'd be able to work it so that she could strangle the other tributes, or else reel them in for Kidra to stab with her knife. It was going to work, their alliance. She was convinced of it.
Bonnie was working with her whip, while Rey threw knives right next to Panna. It seemed like things were going pretty well for everyone, and even the edible plants station was getting some use from Juliana. She had decided that this was the skill that she was going to show the Gamemakers. She wanted to get a not-too-impressive score on purpose, to show the Careers that she really was no threat, and then surprise them. That strategy had been used before; indeed, it could be argued that Paolina might have used that as part of her strategy, although the District 11 girl seriously doubted it.
Fennal practiced with his axe, while Warp worked on his upper body strength with the ropes course. From far away, he could see Ollie working with his scythe, and his district partner working on the camouflage station. Warp wanted to tell the morphling addict that it just wasn't going to work if she didn't work on getting out of the Bloodbath zone quickly, but he knew that the District 9 girl was probably in her own world at that moment.
All in all, the training room was a mix of tributes, in various states of excitement and nervousness. Each of them was working on deciding their options to show the Gamemakers tomorrow. To determine their fate in the arena, potentially.
The following afternoon found Head Gamemaker Glacier Jackalburg walking into the usual dining room that was set up adjacent to the room in which the tributes would be showing off their skills. He sighed, not looking forward to the task at hand.
It had been boring last year. This time, he knew, it might be even more so. He was just so excited to get to the arena, it was likely his best yet. He knew that, if it was too boring, his life might be on the line. That was the way it usually was for Head Gamemakers whose Games weren't exciting enough for the Capitol.
"Good afternoon" said one of his assistants.
"You too" Glacier said, his mind on the buffet he and the others would get to begin eating once they got to the later districts.
He looked at the schedule for tributes.
1:00 PM- Perseus "Sei" Black, 18
1:15 PM- Ebony Tartarus, 17
1:30 PM- Lance Armstrong, 18
1:45 PM- Scarlett "Scar" Slate, 17
2:00 PM- Jiro Clermont, 16
2:15 PM- Panna Sonic, 14
2:30 PM- Samuel "Sam" Hatcher, 18
2:45 PM- Jennifer "Jenny" Winters, 16
3:00 PM- Tesla Mason, 17
3:15 PM- Kidra Silvery, 18
3:30 PM- Bretson Muller, 18
3:45 PM- Cassia Haydn, 14
4:00 PM- Fennal Undergrove, 16
4:15 PM- Heather Aspen, 17
4:30 PM- Warp Bobbin, 16
4:45 PM- Bobbin Taper, 12
5:00 PM- Olivier "Ollie" Maddox Roman, 18
5:15 PM- Acacia Cooper, 16
5:30 PM- Neo Falco, 18
5:45 PM- Bonnie McFulton, 18
6:00 PM- Rey Genger, 17
6:15 PM- Juliana Elle Skythorne, 15
6:30 PM- Darros Ashmore, 16
6:45 PM- Annabeth Royceson, 13
"A lot of eighteen-year-olds this year, I see" Glacier said. He himself was only eighteen years old, so there was that.
"Indeed" his assistant said. "And it is now one o'clock. Shall we allow Perseus in?"
"Yes" Glacier responded.
In walked Sei. The District 1 boy was filled with nervous excitement. He had an obligation to do well for the sake of his fianceƩ, and he was going to do absolutely everything to make his dream come true. But, in order to do that, he had to work for himself first and foremost.
"I'm going to demonstrate my skills with a sword" Sei said.
Glacier said, "Hey, Matt, are you going to spar with Perseus?"
"Sei" the tribute corrected.
"Yes, I will" the trainer identified as Matt said.
The tribute and trainer joined up with each other and began sparring. It was clear to see who was better. Even though Sei put up a pretty good fight, he was not quite as good at fighting as Matt was. The District 1 boy was really breaking a sweat.
After five minutes of sparring, Glacier said, "Good job. Sei, you may go now".
The District 1 boy left, to be replaced by the District 1 girl. Ebony walked in and immediately said, "Today, I will demonstrate my talents with both throwing knives and daggers".
"You may only select one talent to demonstrate" the Head Gamemaker said coolly.
Clearly displeased with taking orders from someone only a year older than her, Ebony picked up a sheath of knives and began throwing them at the target. They kept hitting, about nine out of every ten throws connecting. Clearly, this was someone who had had a lot of practice in a Career academy.
Ebony was skilled at knife throwing, and she knew it. When she was dismissed, she was pleased that she had probably achieved a 10, although she could never be a hundred percent certain of that. What she could be sure of was that she had done everything she could, and that was all.
Glacier sighed. Only one district down, and he was already bored as hell. That food can't come fast enough, he thought.
Lance walked in, looking confident but not cocky in that way that only a trained Career could. This made Glacier optimistic that he would be more worthy than Sei was.
"I would like to spar with a trainer today" Lance said.
"Very well" said Glacier. "Tracie, you do it".
The trainer, Tracie, walked over to Lance and began sparring with him. Even though Tracie was trained, Lance was pretty good at parrying, and didn't come close to taking many hits. He was even able to hit the trainer in the armor a couple of times, and this made the District 2 boy pretty optimistic that he would get a ten. That was the score that all Careers strived for, because eleven was typically only for someone really rare, and twelve was for someone that the Capitol really wanted to make a target for some reason.
After a few minutes of this, Glacier said that Lance could leave, and the District 2 boy strode out of the room, satisfied that he had achieved that 10.
"Next tribute!" Glacier called. They were only an eighth of the way through, and that was unbelievable. He wasn't going to resign, since he enjoyed the rest of his job, but that didn't mean he had to like this part.
Scar came into the room and selected a short sword, which Glacier was already starting to get a little sick of. How many swords are we going to see today?
The District 2 girl, unlike her district partner, did not request to spar with a partner. Instead, she worked on some dummies, hacking at them. Glacier supposed that she was good, great even, but he was already over it. This year, for whatever reason, he was even more restless than he had been last year, and he couldn't imagine why. He might have had ADHD as well as Asperger's, but he had never really cared, not thinking that it mattered.
Once Scar had gone through five dummies, Glacier told her that she could leave. Scar walked out, desperately hoping that she had gotten an excellent score. She wanted to show the other Careers that she was worthy, and she was in it to win it.
Only two districts down, the Head Gamemaker thought. It had already been an hour.
Jiro strode into the room and said that he was going to demonstrate his skills with a falchion. After Glacier said that this was okay, Jiro went over and grabbed the one-handed sword from the rack.
Glacier was about to ask the District 3 boy if he wanted to spar with a trainer, but the answer was clearly no. Instead, Jiro began to slice up some dummies, leaving a trail of stuffing in his wake. It was plain to see that he had been training, but not quite as much as the other Careers. No wonder they wouldn't let him join them, the Head Gamemaker thought to himself.
After about five minutes of this, Jiro was dismissed.
In walked Panna. She didn't go over and grab a weapon. Instead, she just stood there, her cheeks bulged as if she was holding in a vast amount of water.
"Are you okay?" asked one of the trainers sternly.
Panna nodded, right before she threw up what looked like cough syrup. She must have gotten it from the 3rd floor, Glacier thought. Really, anything was possible with this girl who had tried to make a wire lasso in training. Still, that made it obvious what score to give her. Glacier could barely suppress a laugh as he wrote it on his notepad.
Eventually, Panna looked back up at the Gamemakers, who dismissed her, very glad to have her gone. Really, she hadn't even been worth their time, just overdosing on cough syrup.
The next tribute, hopefully, was far more worthy. Sam from District 4 strode into the room and picked up a spear from the weapons rack. "I wish to demonstrate my capabilities with this spear" he told the Gamemakers.
"You may begin" said Glacier.
Sam reared back, pointing his spear towards the ceiling. Then, just like what he had done for so long, he threw it at the target, spearing the dummy through the heart from a distance of fifteen yards.
He kept on doing this, managing to hit nine out of the ten dummies that he threw at. He was pretty skilled, as if he'd been doing it for his whole life. Since he was from District 4, he probably had been.
When he was dismissed, Sam gave a bow before heading out the door.
He was replaced by Jenny. The District 4 girl had a hard time deciding between knives and spears, but she ultimately decided on the latter, but not before wasting three of her precious fifteen minutes paralyzed by indecision. Once she got ahold of those spears, she began with target practice.
Glacier was getting bored. Two tributes using spears, just like they had had a few use swords earlier. There was far too much repetition in terms of what weapons the tributes were using. Really, it was starting to get pretty tedious.
Once Jenny had made ten throws, only hitting with seven of them, she was dismissed. No more Careers, Glacier thought. Except that District 7 boy, but does he really count? Is he even with the Careers this year?
The next tribute was Tesla of District 5. Wouldn't you know it, he also selected a spear. However, it was plain to see that he had only picked up this skill a few days ago, not having gotten too much training at all back in his home district. This boy bore all of the hallmarks of a reaped tribute.
By now, Glacier was sick to death of spears. He'd seen three tributes in a row use them, but Tesla was the least skilled. Really, that buffet couldn't come fast enough.
Tesla made sure that the Gamemakers were taking notice of him, however. He wanted there to be spears in the Cornucopia, and he knew that the best way to ensure that happened was to do well here.
After Tesla was dismissed, the food arrived on carts. A giant, well-done steak with ketchup, roasted potatoes, platters of vegetables, and various beverages. Glacier served himself, grateful that the food would provide a distraction from how boring this job was.
Here came Kidra. The District 5 girl said, "I will show you my skills with knives today".
She went over and grabbed a sheath of twenty throwing knives from the weapons rack. Holding them in her left hand, she transferred them to her right hand in order to shoot. It threw off her aim a little more than she would have liked, but this was the best way she knew to do it. Besides, she didn't want to get too high of a score anyway.
Kidra hit the target about half of the time. A few knives got stuck in the ground, while most of the rest of them hit the wall next to the target, which was lined with mats and thus wouldn't mark up the wall with any misfires.
When Kidra was dismissed, she felt good about her performance, reminding herself that she'd never wanted a ten.
Glacier watched Bretson, the very muscular boy from District 6, enter the room. Selecting a warhammer from the rack, he said, "I wish to practice with a trainer".
"Very well" Glacier said, his mouth full of potato. Once he had swallowed properly, he said, "Jeff! Do it!"
One of the trainers went over to the District 6 boy, grabbed a warhammer from the rack, and began to fight with Bretson. Even though it was plain that Bretson had only picked up that skill the other day, he was a fast learner. Parrying his opponent's moves with ease, he was nonetheless careful not to hit his trainer. Glacier was pretty impressed with the wrestling champion. At least, he was a wrestling champion according to the notes the Head Gamemaker had on him. Why hadn't he chosen wrestling?
Once Jeff had had enough, Bretson was dismissed.
Cassia was the next tribute. The District 6 girl, for a change of pace, decided to go on the obstacle course. She was pretty fast due to her small size, and was able to dodge the clubs of the trainers. Once she'd reached the other side, she ran through the gauntlet in the opposite direction.
"Hold up!" Glacier said. "You may go".
Cassia left the room, nervous about her score and wishing that she'd shown them her knife skills. Glacier, however, was just glad that they were halfway done. Twelve tributes down, twelve to go.
Before the District 7 boy could walk in, however, there was another disturbance at the door. An attendant rolled in a large yellow cake with white frosting and peach slices on the top.
"What is this?" Glacier asked. "I mean, I love cake and all, but why now?"
"To celebrate your second year as Head Gamemaker. Hopefully, this next arena is better than the last one".
The Head Gamemaker smiled to himself. He knew that this year's arena was going to be spectacular, but he wanted to keep it a surprise. It was always more fun that way.
Fennal walked in, the outer-district member of the Career pack. He selected three throwing axes before moving towards a target.
The first axe was thrown from five yards, and it managed to sink its way into the target. He threw the next axe from ten yards away, and the third axe from fifteen yards.
"We haven't seen enough" one of Glacier's colleagues said. "He needs to show us more".
Glacier addressed Fennal in saying, "You need to throw more axes".
The District 7 boy was happy to oblige, and he showed that he could throw axes up to about the 25-yard range. Even so, this was pretty great, and so Glacier had no problem giving him a ten.
The next tribute was Heather. She also selected throwing axes, but it was plain to see that she wasn't nearly as skilled as her district partner. She could only hit the target from about ten yards away. Not only that, but she accidentally pricked her finger a little with one of them. Overall, though, she didn't fall apart as completely as Elegance had two years ago.
As Glacier ate his second slice of the cake, the District 8 boy walked into the room. Warp went over to the rope section, looking as nervous as always, where he fashioned it into a lasso, or at least the best lasso he could. Once that had been done, he tried to lasso in a dummy, but he kept on failing.
Finally, the Gamemakers had seen enough, and so they dismissed Warp. The outer districts generally felt slower than the Career districts, but that was really because the Gamemakers were already so bored, and so excited at the idea of leaving the room, that it became harder and harder to judge the tributes well.
In any case, the District 8 girl came in. Bobbin would have liked to be able to use a blowgun, but they didn't have one. Instead, she ran the obstacle course, dodging the clubs of the instructors. She was pretty fast, so she had that going for her. At least she wouldn't get the absolute lowest score.
Two thirds of the way there, Glacier thought happily. There's a light at the end of this tunnel.
Here came Ollie. The District 9 boy selected a scythe and began swinging it around. Glacier was going to ask if he wanted to work with a trainer, but Ollie seemed to be working well enough on his own.
Even though the boy didn't have an actual opponent right next to him, the teenage father was acting as if he did have an opponent, parrying invisible strikes from an invisible trainer.
After a few minutes of this, Ollie was dismissed, the tribute being satisfied that he had achieved a good score.
Acacia staggered into the room. Since there was no morphling easily accessible in the Capitol, except for in hospitals, she was experiencing a withdrawal. She wasn't happy about having to face the Gamemakers. Without the usual purple haze around her, she was having a hard time facing the day.
Even so, she was able to make an okay snare, and Glacier thought that this was pretty good for a morphling addict. Even so, if she couldn't manage to escape the Bloodbath first, she was going to get nowhere in terms of trapping any other tributes.
And, finally, they were three-quarters of the way through, 75% done with the tributes. Only three districts to go!
Neo walked in, and the District 10 boy immediately grabbed a machete. Hacking away at the dummies, he was breathing heavily. He wanted to impress the Gamemakers as much as possible, so he didn't give up. When his time ran out, he gave the Gamemakers a bow before leaving the room.
The next tribute was Bonnie. She wanted to use a spiked whip, but she only found a regular one in the weapons rack. She had to improvise, find some way to make the best of what she had.
She grabbed a dummy and fashioned a noose out of some rope. Hanging it from a beam, she knew that her time was almost up, so she had to work quickly. She began to whip the hanging dummy, much like someone might in an old Western movie.
Bonnie left after that, to be replaced by Rey. The District 11 boy stood there for a good two minutes before he ultimately decided on a knife. Hacking away at dummies just like Neo before him, he had managed to get through about two of them by the time Glacier told him to stop, that they had seen enough.
The cake was taken away, and Glacier was sipping a tall glass of root beer as the antepenultimate tribute came in. He was really glad that it was almost over. Just three tributes left.
Juliana, like so many other tributes before her, selected a spear. She wasn't that great at throwing it, but she was decently strong from working long hours in the orchards of District 11. She was focused on her aim, which she worried was more than a little lacking. She could hit the target from about ten yards away, so there was that.
Once Glacier said she could go, Darros walked in. On the way, he just slugged Juliana in the arm.
"You can go!" Glacier yelled.
"Who, me? Didn't you already say that?" Juliana asked.
"No, not you. YOU!" he boomed at Darros.
"What?" Darros asked.
"You are not allowed to harm another tribute until you reach the arena!" Glacier yelled. "Get out of my sight!"
The last tribute to enter the room was Annabeth. She looked around the room for a rock, but she didn't find one. When she was dismissed, Glacier was all too happy that it was over.
*****THE HUNGER GAMES ROCKS*****
Later, it was 8:00 primetime in the Capitol. This meant that it was time for the most important event in the Hunger Games yet, which was the revealing of the scores.
After this, all that was left would be the interviews and then the ball, which was not televised except for the annual dance. In any case, that didn't really matter right now, and most people in the Capitol just wanted Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith to get to the scores already.
Sometimes, the Capitol citizens were really impatient.
District 1
"Our first tribute, Perseus Black...with a score of 8".
Sei breathed a sigh of relief. It could have been worse. He didn't think that it would have been wise to get a ten, anyways, since he might be seen as a threat within the Career alliance. He didn't want to take that risk.
Ebony giggled a bit, probably amused that her district partner had gotten such a low score for the Career, but this was quickly forgotten when her score was shown.
"Ebony Tartarus, coming away with a score of 10".
The District 1 girl was very pleased with her score. No doubt there were going to be throwing knives in the Cornucopia after she had done so well.
"Looking forward to getting into the arena?" she asked her district partner.
Sei nodded. He couldn't wait to bring some glory to his district.
District 2
"Lance Armstrong, coming away with a score of 10".
"Yes!" Lance said, pumping his fist. He and Ebony were the strongest Careers so far, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew that. Even so, he wasn't too cocky.
"Scarlett Slate, with a score of 9".
With an average score of 9.5, District 2 did seem to be doing better than District 1 so far. Looking over at her mentor, Scar could tell that Margaret was pleased with her. And, while the victor before the last one had gotten a slightly higher score, there was still potential that the 20-year-old saw in the 17-year-old.
"Let's do this!" Lance said.
Scar knew that she wanted to be able to support herself and her sister. In order to do that, she had to win, regardless of whether she had the top score or not.
District 3
"Jiro Clermont, with a score of 7".
Jiro sighed. He hadn't done as well as the Careers, but hopefully he had done well enough to have a falchion appear in the Cornucopia. Now that he wasn't going to have the protection of the Career pack, he was starting to regret volunteering. However, there was always the fact that there were people with lower scores.
"Panna Sonic, coming away with a score of 1".
"What?!" Jiro gasped, giggling. "How on earth did you get a one?"
"Dunno" Panna said. "I guess the Gamemakers just didn't like what I had to offer that much".
That's fair, Jiro thought. Still, he wondered what Panna could possibly have done to get such a bad score.
District 4
"Samuel Hatcher, coming away with a score of 10".
Sam was relieved. He'd done as well as one could be expected to. He hoped that he'd beaten his district partner's score, just because he didn't want to lose to a girl. Even so, he wasn't as misogynistic as Darros. He didn't hit girls just for the fun of it.
"Jennifer Winters, with a score of 8".
District 4 had effectively done the reverse of District 1. Here, the boy had gotten a ten, while the girl had only gotten an eight. And so, Sam had expected Jenny to look disappointed, despondent even, at that revelation.
Instead, Jenny looked pretty happy. Sam could only assume that this would be because she wasn't likely to be considered the largest threat in the Career pack.
District 5
Thanks to his rudimentary spear skills, Tesla had earned a 5. He couldn't have expected much more, just because of the fact that he'd barely had any practice with one besides what he had picked up in the Capitol. He just had to get in the Bloodbath and get it done without dying in the Bloodbath.
Tesla only hoped that his district partner would score worse than he did. Unfortunately, Kidra was one point above him.
Kidra was happy with her score. She only wanted an average score, enough so that she'd be considered worth sponsoring, but not enough that she'd be seen as a threat. She could live with a six.
"Looking forward to the ball?" Tesla asked Kidra.
Kidra didn't respond, only looking at him coolly. Eventually, Tesla gave up and sat back in the couch.
District 6
Bretson regretted using a warhammer instead of his wrestling skills. He could have earned even higher than an eight, but he had to take what he got.
"Don't you worry you'll be a threat?" Cassia asked him.
"I'm not worried" he said. "There'll be other eights, I'm sure".
"Cassia Haydn, coming away with a score of 5".
Cassia sighed. She had at least done decently at the obstacle course, or else she wouldn't have gotten even that high of a score. She was still a little disappointed, but she had plenty of other tributes she could use as shields, in terms of having others think of them as bigger threats than she was. She could hope.
District 7
"Fennal Undergrove, coming away with a score of 10".
Fennal's heart leapt. He'd managed to score on par with the best Careers, and he was now one of them. There was no way that they would not let somebody with a ten be a part of their pack, after all.
But he still had an angry district partner to contend with, so he sat back down and watched as Caesar announced that Heather had scored a five.
The two of them looked at each other, Heather unable to believe that her idiot district partner had scored twice as high as she had. She'd have to watch her back in the arena, that was for sure.
But for now, they sat on opposite ends of the couch, like a couple who are talking about getting a divorce. It was very awkward, and Heather was just looking forward to it being over, even if it did mean that she would be in the arena.
District 8
Warp hadn't expected a good score, and so he wasn't surprised when it was revealed that he had only gotten a score of 3. Bobbin, on the other hand, had gotten a score of 4. Neither of them were really talking to each other.
Both of them were obviously worried about the arena, and, being two of the smallest tributes that would be in there, they had little reason to believe that they could end up victorious. Of course, anything could happen in the Hunger Games, but right now things were looking pretty bleak for the both of them.
District 9
Ollie was anxiously awaiting his score. He hoped that his scythe skills might get him a seven or an eight, and he was very happy to see that he had scored an 8. He looked over at Paolina, annoyed once again that he was being mentored by a girl who was younger than himself.
Paolina also seemed to find this a little awkward. She looked pale the whole time...as if she was reliving when she had been shown her own score.
"Acacia Cooper, coming away with a score of 3".
Ollie was having a hard time deciding who looked worse: Acacia, with her symptoms of morphling withdrawal, or Paolina, who looked like she could use some herself with how nervous she appeared. Not for the first time, he cursed the fact that he had her as a mentor.
"It's okay, Acacia" the victor said. "I got a score of 4 and won. I didn't even have to kill anybody".
Ollie wondered how much of a comfort that would be to his district partner. Probably not too much.
District 10
Neo had, thanks to his skills with a machete, garnered a score of 7. He was looking forward to showing his skills in the Cornucopia, although he didn't want to fight any more than necessary. In fact, he might even run away. It all depended on what order he found the other tributes in when they were lined up at the initial Bloodbath.
Bonnie, on the other hand, had earned a score of 4. She was pretty disappointed with herself. Maybe if she had worked a little quicker, she could have gotten something better. Thinking of the District 10 girl from last year, she knew that she didn't want to die in such an unmemorable way as Ryla had.
But she had control of her fate. She wanted to make sure that she kept control over her fate until the day she died, which might be only a couple of days from now. Even so, she knew that she would have a hard time keeping control.
District 11
Rey was somewhat detached from this whole series of events. He was sitting back on the couch, waiting to see his score, not really caring. Her district partner was also sitting on the couch, anxiously awaiting her score.
When it was revealed that they had both achieved sixes, both District 11 tributes were relieved. Rey didn't have that many friends back at home in his district, so he didn't see anyone else caring too much.
Juliana, on the other hand, knew that there were people counting on her to get home. Clive, her father, and Lucas...yes, Lucas...
Maybe he'll love me if I get home, she thought.
District 12
"Darros, you got a twelve!" Annabeth shouted. Her district partner, folding his Capitol clothes on his bed, ran into the room to look. Of course, he knew why he had gotten a twelve, but he didn't feel bad about it.
Annabeth, on the other hand, had gotten the polar opposite score. She'd gotten a one. This wasn't surprising, considering that she had not even done anything in her training session. Really, she was just looking forward to it being over.
That's that! Only ONE MORE CHAPTER UNTIL THE GAMES BEGIN!
And, I'll give you guys the poll results, which were for favorite character. I'm going to take it down now.
1st: Sei with 3 votes
2nd: Ebony, Scar, Heather, and Rey with 2 votes each
6th: Kidra, Bretson, Fennal, Ollie, Neo, and Annabeth with 1 vote each
Nobody else got on the board.
All right. Remember to vote in the next poll, which will be about which story you liked better: Labyrinth or Lorax. Until next time, SnowLucario is out of here.
