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Alex Newell, 18 (District 8)
It's the second day of training. So far, everything went smoothly. I've learn how to swordfight, throw knives, and some surviving skills. Just a little more training on a few things, and I'll have a really big chance to be the next Victor of the 10th Quarter Quell.
After visiting the hammock-making station, I decide to throw some spears. I was expecting the station to be full packed by the Careers, since they love the brutal looking weapons and showing off. But instead, I only found a guy, quite cute one, throwing a spear.
Once there, I grab a spear and throw it. It misses the dummy. The boy snorts. "That's all you can do?" he asks mockingly. He grabs. Spear and throw it. It hits its arm. He frowns at his throw.
I roll my eyes. "I thought you'll do a better job." Swiftly, I take a spear and smirk at the boy. "Beside, I was just warming up." I throw the spears. It hits the dummy, right on its stomach.
The boy nods approvingly. "You're pretty good " he says. He offers me his hand. I take it. "Sebastian Smythe," he says as we shake hands. "From 1"
"Alex Newell," I say. "I'm from 8"
Sebastian raises an eyebrow. "From District 8?" he asks, somewhat amuse. I nod. "I would never thought you're from 8. Since you handle the spears quite easily."
I shrug nonchallantly. "I train at back home," I say.
"Impressive," he says, smirking. I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach Wait. Butterflies? Oh no.
"Thanks," I say trying to clear my head. "You're not so bad yourself."
He shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm planning to win," he answers simply.
"Then you should watch your back," I say. "Cause I'm not going to let you win that easily."
Sebastian raises his eyebrow and looks at me in amusement. "Are you challanging me?" he asks.
I smirk. "I might."
"Well good luck with your plan to win then. Because you can't beat a pro like me," he says. He grabs a spear and throws it. It hits the leg of the dummy. Sebastian frowns at this.
Rolling my eyes, I grab another spear. I throw it towards the dummy. It flies and hits the chest. I turn to Sebastian and smirks. "And you called yourself a pro?"
Sebastian grins mischievously. "I like you're attitude."
That makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. Wait, again?
Damn Alex, I think. You're in a lot of trouble.
Blaine Anderson, 17 (District 8)
I stare at Kurt, who's tying a knot without any problem at all. In a few seconds, he finishes the knots. It looks perfect. "Wow," I say, completely amused. "How in the world did you do that? It's like you've been tying knots loads of time before."
Kurt shrugs nonchalantly. "Practise, I guess?"
I nod. "Sure," I say. I stand up and smile at Kurt. "Hey, you want to go to the spears station?"
"No thanks," Kurt says, somewhat uncomfortably. He glances at the station before continuing, "I'm going to try a few more knots. Maybe we'll just meet up afterwards at the edible bugs station?"
"Okay," I say. With that, I leave him and start to jog to the spear station. Only a couple of boys there. One of them is a brunette boy, from District 1, if I'm not mistaken. The other one is my District partner, Alex Newell.
I ignore them and grab a spear immediately. I study it, trying to find a good grip. When I found it, I throw it. It hits the dummy, on it's arm. I purse my lips. Not bad for a stater. But not great either.
I grab another spear and throw it. It flies and hit the dummy, and hit it's stomach. I smile in satisfaction. "Nice job."
I turn around and see the Brunette boy who looks impressed. "You've thrown that thing before?"
I open my mouth to answer his question. But Alex cut me off. "Nope, never touch any weapon before. Even though his brother is a Victor. You know Cooper Anderson," he says.
I roll my eyes at the mention of Cooper's name. But the brunette boy nods. "Yeah," he says. The boy offers a hand and I shake it. "Sebastiab Smythe," the boy, Sebastian says. "I saw you yesterday at the archery station. I saw you demonstrate a boy how to do it. And I was impressed by your aim."
"Thanks," I say, smiling. "And the his name is Kurt Hummel."
Sebastian raises his eyebrow. "You know what? I found you rather... Interesting," he muses.
I stare at him in confusion. "Okay," I say. I glance at the edible bugs station and spot Kurt, looking at me with eyebrows furrowed. "I got to go," I say quickly.
Sebastian smirks. "Well, I'll be seeing you around."
"Um, sure." I turn around, furrowing my eyebrow. Weird. Then, I walk to the edible bugs station.
Sebastian Smythe, 17 (District 1)
"Well, well, well. Look at this."
I turn around and find a smirking Alex. "Looks like the mighty Sebastian Smythe from 1 has fallen for a mere boy from District 8."
I snort. "Yeah right," I say. "I was just telling him that he's not bad."
"Yeah. Then you said you found him interesting."
I raise an eyebrow. "So?"
Alex sighs. "Sebastian, I know these kind of things. You, mister," he says pointing at me. "You obviously like the kid."
I roll my eyes. "Never gonna happen," I say. "I'm here to be a Victor, not to fall for some random guy who appears to excel on aiming."
"Um, yeah sure. Just keep telling yourself that because you're just too stubborn to admit it." Alex grabs a spear and throw it. It hits the dummy's stomatch.
Sighing, I finally say, "Alright. So even if I like this guy. What are you going to do about it?"
Alex glance at me. He grab a pair of spears and gives one to me. "Well easy, I'll help you get Blaine and get Kurt out of the picture."
I look at him. "Why would you get rid of this 'Kurt' guy?" I ask.
Alex sighs. "God Sebastian, you really need to learn this kind of thing. Blaine likes Kurt. I mean if he doesn't, then why would he showed him how to use bow and arrows and made an alliance with him?"
"Alright then," I say. "And what do yo want in return?"
Alex, who just threw the spear at the dummy, turns his head and raises his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
I cross my arms and roll my eyes. "Oh come on. A boy like you would like something in return. And what is it?"
Alex smirks. "Alliance." He extends his hand an look at me. "Deal or no deal?"
I stare at his hand for a while, thinking for the best decision. Should I take the deal? I mean, I will never announce it to the whole world, but I do like the boy, a lot. And Alex might be the best chance to get him. But if I form an alliance with Alex, I have to convince the Careers that both Alex and I will make a great addition to their pack, and that's going to be hard.
Then, I finally make up my mind. Without hesitation, I take his hand and shake it. "Deal."
Santana Lopez, 17 (District 4)
"Screw you!" I yell irritably at the snares I've been working on for hours. It's supposed to be a snare to catch a rabbit or some sort. But right now, the thing is tangled I can't even do anything.
I know what your thinking: I, The Fantastic Santana Lopez, am the master of tying knots and making snares. After all, I'm from District 4. My District is a fishing District, where people fish for a living. Thus, they have to masthead tying knots to make nets. But the truth is: I have no freakin' idea how to do it.
I mean, come on! I came from a Victor family. Every generation in my family had won the Games. Well, either that or they got killed in the Games and disgraced the Lopez family. But that's not the point.
Being a 'Victors family', we don't have to fish. We have loads of money to provide our needs. So, I never really learn how to tie the stupid knots. And know I regret not knowing how to do it, cause right now, I am very, very stressed out because of the damn snare.
"What's wrong?"
I turn around and find the most beautiful girl staring at me in confusion. She has blonde hair, tied into a ponytail and a pair of blue eyes filled with innocence. "Are you having trouble with that?" the girl asks again, gesturing at my snare.
Usually if I got stick in this kind of situation, I would lie and tell people that I don't have any problem and they better get lost. But somehow, I find myself nodding. "I don't know how to do this thing," I say.
She smiles. "I'll show you," the girl says cheerfully. I scoot over, giving her some space. Then she sits and begins explaining. Soon enough, the snares is finished. "And there you have it!"
I look at the snare in amusement. "It's perfect! How did you do it?"
"Lots of practice," she says, winking. I can feel butterflies fluttering my stomach.
"Anyway, I'm Brittany," the blonde girl says. She offers me a hand. I take it and shake it.
"Santana," I say. "Where are you from?"
"Three."
I nod. That's why she's so good with snares. "I'm from four," I say
Brittany's eyes light up in excitement. "District four?" she asks. "Do you see dolphin everyday then?"
"Yeah."
"If your lucky enough."
"And mermaids too?"
I open my mouth to answer her question. But somebody cut mr off. "Hey Lopez!"
I turn around and find Puckerman, looking as impatient as ever. "Hurry up! We're going to do some swordfighting."
"Coming," I call. I turn back to Brittany. "I gotta go," I say. "Puck, the Career Pack leader, wants every Careers to do some swordfighting."
"You're teethe Career pack?" she asks. "Can you, like, talk to the Puck guy to get me in the Pack too? I mean, I'm good with knives, snares, and a few other stuff."
I smile at her. "Sure, I'll convince him."
Sunshine Corazon, 16 (District 5)
I look at the hammock in front of me, smiling in statisfication. "Nice job," says the trainer, Brandy, nodding his head.
"Thanks," I say. A grin is plastered on my face. "It took really hard work to make."
I take a deep breath and look at the target board. Now calm yourself down Sunshine. You can do this. With a deep breath, I raise my hand to throw the knife. But before I can, somebody says "Hello!"
Furrowing my eyebrow, I turn my head and see a brunette girl, smiling at me. She's petite, although she's still bigger than I am. "My name is Rachel Berry. I was just passing by when I see that you look extremely nervous. Is this your first time throwing a knife?"
"Um..."
"Well, no worries. I'll show you how." The girl- Rachel Berry- grabs a knife and throw it. It hits the board, just 5 inches away from the bullseyes. Rachel purses her lips. "So close," she murmurs. Then she grins at me. "You're turn!"
She grabs another knife and hands it to me. I take it and sigh. Here goes. I throw the knife. With a thud, it hits the target board, right on it's bullseyes.
A grin plaster on my face. I turn around and found Rachel. She's looking at knife with her mouth hungs open, clearly dumbfounded. But then she glares at me. "Lucky sthrow," she murmurs as she storms off to another station. I can't help but smirk a little.
Lucy Quinn Fabray, 17 (District 2)
With a grunt, I shove the traine to the ground. Before she can stand up, I pin her to the ground. A smik plastered on my face. I've wrestled her for a while, and I finally beat her.
I stand up and walk up ti Sam Evans, who was watching me the whole time. He has a grin on his face. "Nice job Quinn," he says.
I smile at him. "Thanks." I can't help but think how cute he are. I frown. Focus Quinn. You're here to win.
"What's wrong?"
I look at Sam. "Norhing," I say. "Just thinking about possible strategies for later in the Arena."
He doesn't look like he believe me. But he only nod. "So what do you want to do next?"
"Well, I think I'm going to the archery station," I say. "You're coming?"
Sam shakes his head. "Nah," he says. "I suck at it."
I smile at him. "Oh, come on. I'm sure you're not that bad."
Sam looks down, his face red as tomato. "Well. Back home, a friend teach me how to use bow and arrows. But I ended up in trouble because I almost shot a peacekeeper's butt instead of hitting the target board."
I stifle a laugh. "Oh my god," I say, shaking my head. "Guess you're that bad huh?"
"Yeah," he says sheepishly. He rubs the back of his head awkwardly. "So, um. You'll go to archery station, I'll go to the trident station?"
"Then we meet up near the enterance for lunch?" I continue. He nods. "Sounds good to me," I say, smiling.
He smiles back. "Great," he says. "See you soon then." He gives me a wave. I watch him as he walks away. He's really cute.
I slap myself mentally. Focus Quinn. Keep your eyes on the prize.
I walk to the archery station and find it empty. Not a surprise though. Arhery is a really hard thing to do. Unless you have a good aim and handy with the strings, you'll never shoot straight.
I grab a bow and a sheath filled with a dozen arrows. Then I stand a few yards away from the target board, eyeing the target board.
With a deep breath, I pull out an arrow and set it on the bow. I aim it for a while before releasing the string. It hit the target board, right on the bullseyes.
A hint of smile appear on my lips. I grab another arrow from the sheath and shoot it. Again, it hits the bullseyes. I repeat it over and over until I think I'm ready to do some stunts.
Just then, I hear a stomping sound and a murmur. I turn around and found Rachel Berry. She's quite famous for among the Capitol and the Victors. After all, her biological mother and fathers are Victor. She grabs a set of bow and arrows and stands beside me, facing the target board. She immediately shoots an arrow, and it hits the target board. Right on it's bullseyes.
"Impressive," I say to her.
She looks at me and smiles. "Thanks," she says. "I practice a lot back in District 12."
I nod and get back to my training. Time for some stunts. I start with shooting the arrows rapidly. As usual, all of them hit the yargt boards. I smile and glance at Rachel. She's in position to shoot an arrow. She takea a deep breath and start to shoot arrows, rapidly. All of them hit the bulleyes.
I glare at her. "What exactly are you doing?"
"Trying what you did," she says calmly.
"Well stop doing it," I snap.
"Hey you're not the only one who can do that. You're not the best archer here. I'm sure I'm even better than you."
I scoff. "Oh really? Then try to top this." I pull three arrows from my sheath and shoot them all at once. Only two of them hits the target board. The other one flies to the wall of the training center.
I frown. I never miss a single target before. Then why did the last arrow missed?
Rachel rolls her eyes. She pulls three arrows and shoots them. All three of them hit the target board. She smiles smugly at me. "How's that?"
I groan. "You better watch your back Berry. Cause I'm totally going to kill you in the most painful way." With that I storm off.
Rachel Berry, 18 (District 12)
I smirk. Seeing Quinn Fabray storming off is really entertaining. It totally makes my day just after that Sunshine girl ruined it. Although, I hate seeing pretty girl storming off. Wait, what? I mentally slap myself. How can I even think about that?
"Hey there!"
I turn around to find a girl with pocelain skin and piercing blue eyes, grinning at me. "That was a really nice stunt you did earlier. And beating Quinn Fabray? Awesome!"
"Thanks," I beam. "So what's your name?"
"Lindsay Heather Pearce. People usually called me Lindsay though."
"Wait, you're Heath Pearce's sister right?"
"Yeah, I'm his sister," she says. "Adoptive sister, actually," Lindsay corrects. "You've met him?"
"Yeah. On his Victor Tour a few years ago," I say. "We chatted for quite a long time after the, um, dinner. At the mayor's house."
Lindsay nods. "So, I'm going to say it again, you were awesome! And the way you threw the knives earlier were great also."
"Thanks," I beam. "What about you? I mean, what weapon do you use?"
"I'm good with knives and spears. But axes are the best weapon for me. Especially throwing ones."
I raise my eyebrow. From her body size, she doesn't look like the type of girl who throw axes. I mean, she's not bulky like that girl from 2. But then, like what my mother said: Don't judge a book by it's cover. "Really?" I ask.
"Yeah," she says. "I can show you if you want."
I smile. "I would like to see that." Beaming, Lindsay leads me to the axe throwing center. Once there, she picks an axe and throw it. With a thump, it hits the dummy, right on its head.
I nod. "Interesting," I say. "I think you'll be a great ally."
Lindsay's eyes widen. "You want to form an alliance with me?"
I shrug nonchalantly. "If you want to."
"I'd love to!"
Grinning, I offer my hand. "Then it's a deal." Lindsay shakes my hand, a smile plastered on her face. "Now, should we get some lunch?"
"Yes please," Lindsay exclaims. "I'm starving."
I laugh and roll my eyes mockingly. "Come on then."
Lauren Zizes, 18 (District 2)
Everybody in the Careers table are busy with their own things. Matt, Mike and Sam are arguing over which weapon is the best to use in the Arena; Spear, swordfight, or trident. Puck is eating like a pig, as usual. Quinn keeps on sending disgusted glares at him, which makes me glare at her. But that soon change when Santana slides her tray on the table and plops on her seat. "Alright people, listen up." Everybody looks at her confusedly. "I'm recruiting another member," she says.
Puck raises an eyebrow. "Who?" he asks.
"Brittany Pierce." Puck and I shares a look and laugh. The girl frowns. "What?"
"Nice joke Lopez," Puck says. "What's your next joke?"
"I'm not kidding," Santana says, rather annoyed. We stop laughing. "I am recruiting her. Is that a problem?"
"Heck yeah it is," Puck yells. "I mean that girl is dumb."
"She's not!"
I roll my eyes at her. "Yes she is Lopez," I say. "She believes that there's going to be a unicorn in the Arena," I say. "And a dragon."
"Well, she's not dumb then" Santana insists. "She just... has a really really big imagination."
"Whatever Lopez," Puck says, rolling he eyes. "We're not recruiting her, and that's that."
"Well then," Santana says. "Then guess this pack won't have a braniac that can make snares in less then a minute with her eyes close and thus, loose our easy dinner," she says nonchalantly. "But then again that's your choice."
Everybody, but Puck and I, seem to be amused. "Well, one way to settle this," Matt says. "Hands up if you don't want Brittany in the Pack." Both Puck and I raise our hands. "And who agrees that Brittany should be in the Pack?" Everybody raise their hands.
Puck frowns and stares at everyone in disbelief. "What?" Sam asks. "We do need somebody to make snares so we can get some food," he says.
Puck rolls his eyes. "We'll have the Cornucopia to ourselves," he says. "We won't be short on food."
"Okay, so we don't need anybody to make snares," Quinn says. "But we still can take her in," she continues. "I mean she's good with knives."
"And swords," Mike adds.
"Well, it's decided," Santana says, a smirk plastered on her face. "We're recruiting her."
Puck looks like he's going to explode. He groans in frustration. "Fine," he says. "We're letting her in." Santana smirks. "But if she turns out to be useless, you'll pay for the price," he continues, pointing at Santana.
Santana rolls her eyes. "Relax egg-head," she says nonchalantly, ignoring Puck's glare. "We won't regret this, at all."
Puck open his mouth to say something else. That's when we hear a high-pitched scream. Everybody turns their head towards the source of the voice. I smirk at the view. Well, I guess this will be great.
Lindsay Heather Pearce, 17 (District 7)
"Oh my god," I exclaim. "I'm so sorry."
The girl in front of me, who is panting and trying to wipe away the food stains, glares at me. "Sorry yourself," she hisses. "I brought it from District 10, where not anybody can afford this. So thanks a bunch for ruining a part from my past."
I frown at the girl, Emily Vasquez, if I'm not mistaken. "Whoa, hold your horses cowboy."
Emily rolls her eyes. "It's cowgirl you idiot."
"Whatever," I say. "It wasn't entirely my fault. If you weren't standing behind me, I wouldn't trip and spoiled your precious clothes."
Another girl, a petite one, who's standing beside Emily rolls her eyes. "We were on line to get our lunch," she points out.
"Seriously," Emily says, looking at Rachel in disbelief. "How do you survive being so close with that phony chick for even a minute?"
"Phony?" I ask. "If I'm phony then what are you? Oh wait, don't answer that. I think I know the answer." I fake a sweet smile at her and continue. "You're a spoiled little bitch."
Emily balls her fist. "That's it," she growls. With a cry, the girl tackles me. Rachel gasps. Meanwhile Ellis tries to hold Emily back, which is pretty much impossible to do, since she's way smaller than Emily. We start to wrestle. Trying to pin each other to the ground. The other tributes starts whooping.
"Pin her down!"
"Kill her!"
"Best catfight ever!"
"That's it," a Peacekeeper, who's standing behind Emily, says. He yanks Emily away from me and carries her to he other side of the room.
At first Emily trashes around. But then she stops and points at me. "You! I'll get you in the arena Pearce! I'll make sure every single day of your life is a living hell!" Then Emily and the Peacekeeper disappear to another room.
Ellis groans. "And now I'm eating on my own," she murmurs. "Thanks a lot." Cussing under her breath, she walks away.
I look at Rachel. "Well, she says. "At least now we know who will love to kill us in the arena."
Oh joy.
Emily Vasquez, 18 (District 10)
After the Peacekeeper carried me into another room, I was being lecture on how I disobey the rule and that I have to promise not to do it again. And as punishment, they make me eat my lunch in another room to isolate me from the other.
When lunchtime is over, I rush to the training room to find Ellis. I find her in the catapult , looking as grouchy as ever. Ellis, who hasn't notice me, grabs a knife and throw it. It misses the target board. "Your aiming was way better yesterday," I say to her.
Ellis turns around and shrugs. "Thought it would be as easy as knives throwing. Turns out, it's way harder."
"Well, of course," I say. "You haven't get used to it."
"And I will never get used to it, because I'm done with this stupid thing," she says, putting the catapult back to it's place. Then, she turns around and asks, "So, what's next?"
"Knives throwing?" I suggests. Ellis just shrugs. Taking it as a yes, we walk toward the station. Surprisingly, the Career Pack are not there. There's only that really short dude from District 9 and that fat girl from District 1.
Ellis grabs a knife and throws it. It flies and hits the dummy on the arm. She smiles, very satisfied and completely oblivious that the short dude- Matheus, was it?- is staring at her in amusement. She turns at me and smirks. "Can you beat that?"
I snort. "Piece of cake." I grab three knives and turn my back against the practice dummy. Taking a deep breath, I turn around swiftly facing the dummy, and throw the knives rapidly. They fly toward the dummy. The first knife hits its head, the second hits its stomach, the third and last dummy hits its heart. Smirking, I turn to Ellis, who's staring at me with her mouth wide open.
"Oh my god," she says. "How in the freakin' world did you do that?"
I shrug nonchalantly. "I practiced yesterday, after you went to your penthouse and called it a day," I say. "Also, I was imagining that I'm throwing them at thet stupid Pearce girl."
Ellis sighs. "Just let it go Em," she says. "I mean it's just a shirt. Beside, it's not the only thing you got from back home. You still gave a token, right?"
I sigh and hold one of my bracelet's charm. "I guess you do have a point," I murmurs. "But I still won't forgive her for calling me a bitch. As if she's a lot more better."
Ellis opens her mouth to say something. But somebody cuts her off. "Hey guys!"
Both Ellis and I turn around and find the girl from District 1, smiling at us. "I saw you guys threw those knives, and you're quite good. Especially you," she says, pointing at me. "Emily Vasquez, right?"
I grin. "The one and only," I say.
Ellis rolls her eyes. Meanwhile Mercedes smiles back. "So I was wondering. Sugar, my District partner, and I are planning to make an all-girl Anti Career pack. Would you like to join?"
"Well," I turn around to Ellis with an eyebrow raised. "What do you think?"
Ellis shrugs. "As long as you're good with it, then I'm cool with it."
Grinning, I turn around to Mercedes, who's looking at me expectantly. "We would love to."
Yeah, it's not that nice. I had writers block on this one, and the next chapter. So, yeah... Anyway, please review! ^_^
Also, I posted a new story earlier. It's also a Glee/Hunger Games crossover. So, check it out if you're interested. But for now, until the next chapter!
