Gamemaker Theodora Harp POV

I don't know why the others insist I sit in on the private sessions. I design Arenas. I don't care what the Tributes can do. I sat down next to Hysperia. At least we could giggle together and snark at the funnier Tributes.

The girl from One wasn't a volunteer this year. I remembered watching her Reaping and how surprised everyone was. She was still obviously a Career, though. She threw a spear like nobody's business. Kazuo was quite a powerhouse as well. I scribbled two numbers on my ballot. Along with Hysperia's and everyone else's, it would be averaged out and would factor into each Tribute's score. I compared mine with hers. We had both written down two ones. Hey, they make me sit in on this boring thing, I have a little fun with it.

Pray was a cute little pixie. Then she dismembered a mannequin in one blow. Dang girl, you scary. She definitely deserved... a two. Belisarius was the average Career. He didn't have Pray's presence or style, so he got a one.

Rotary waved at us when he came in. I waved back without thinking. Atticus glared at me, and I blushed. Rotary shot haphazardly at a few dummies. He hit one. That definitely deserved a ten. Mei disappeared within minutes after opening a few jars of paint. I couldn't very well give a score to someone who wasn't there, so I wrote in a zero.

Arielle gutted one dummy with a machete and another with a trident. Pfft, I could do that! Three. Mako just swung a sword around for five minutes. Yawn. That's a two.

Farlan was a shocker. He knew everything from knives to blowguns. Such skill and variety could only be rewarded with a four. Lilith threw a javelin, coming within ten feet of her target. She also built a blazing three-inch wide fire. I wrote down a triumphant 100! and showed it to Hysperia, who giggled. I sighed in resignation and erased one zero.

Aimee was the first one in three years to use our healing supplies. It was hard to use them, since you had to be injured, but she did the best she could. It was a performance rightly awarded a twelve. Chase swung a mace around. He didn't actually attack anything. That was two twelves for Six.

Oaken seemed rather lackluster. Usually the Sevens can hit a pea with a hatchet. He aimed at twelve targets and hit six. Since he was actually medium, I couldn't write a wildly inaccurate score. I gave him a six. Sabrina was the same way, but she was a girl, so I gave her an eleven.

I'd never seen such a muscular girl as Eleanor. She could life a car- that little mace was like a toothpick. That'd be a three for her. I didn't pay any attention to Calden's performance. Those long legs... that flaming hair... those baby blue eyes. I knew who I'd be sponsoring. Twelve for Calden... and my phone number if he wanted it.

Alexa was pretty good with a bow. Good enough for a two, that was. Damien focused on running and evasion. Certainly he shall run all the way until the finale. A ten it shall be.

Poor Starling. Girl took one look at the sparring partner we sent in and ran the other way. She wasn't even very quick, either. Obviously a ten was the right choice. Angus was the first to opt for the staff in his fight. It didn't do him much good against a sparring partner twice his size. I liked his face more, so I gave him an eleven.

Leo divided him time between a knife and a scythe. Two destroyed dummies later, he'd solidly earned a one. Sojourner messed around with everything on the weapons table. By the time she picked up the smallest knife ,her time was up. It was a tour de force. I nearly wept as I wrote down her twelve.

Usually Tributes from Twelve focus on survival. Vesper said screw all that and went for the hatchet. She wasn't bad, either. I gave her a three. Jaxxon was shaking like crazy when he came in. He took one look at us and threw up. A strong eleven. I finished off my ballet, compared it with Hysperia's, stuck it into the box, and walked away with my head held high. She and I laughed all the way back to our quarters.

As I was getting ready for bed, my buzzer went off. When I pressed the accept call button, Head Gamemaker Exil's face looked back at me. She did not look happy.

Busted.

Doggonit Theodora. This is serious! Rest assured that her numbers do not reflect your Tributes' scores.