Utrya Zhuyt's POV
Our mentor, Jafri, Sidknee and I are poised around the television. We anxiously wait for the training scores to appear. Sidknee and I don't expect very high, as we demonstrated very simple things. We've aimed to go unnoticed, under the radar so nobody gets us.
Finally, Tiberius Ralling, this year's interviewer, appears on the screen with a smile on his face. He has long, gold hair that flows down his back, accompanied by his almost plastic face. "Thank you for watching this year's training results, proudly sponsored by District One!" A small logo representing the luxury district appears briefly on the screen. "Without further ado, let's begin!" he exclaims.
The faces of the Capitol tributes appear on the screen, zooming into each one when Tiberius reveals the score.
"From the Capitol, Jeri Sallater, with a score of… four." Nothing I didn't see coming.
"Jay Torres, with a score of… ten." He got what I expected he would.
"Platinum Diamante, with a score of… seven." That's very low for a career. I wonder what happened there.
"And Lianna Morrigan, with a score of… nine." That girl is my age, yet she's extremely brutal. I don't want to find her in the arena. District One comes up next.
"Danny Cage, with a score of… eight." That guy seemed to talk himself up a lot. I didn't expect that low, though.
"Maura Blackwood, with a score of… nine." She's one hell of a career, that girl. Their faces fade and the next district slowly appears on the screen.
"Grisham Beauregard, with a score of… ten." Although he's not in the career pack, it doesn't mean he isn't trained like one. He's someone to watch out for.
"Katana Valleria, with a score of… ten." Same as Grisham, I guess.
"From District Three, Kal Wellwood, with a score of… six." What? How did a career go that wrong? Something nasty must have happened in that room.
"Kit Wellwood, with a score of… ten." Oh. My. God. How did that small little girl get a ten? Unfortunately for her, I think she'll be heavily targeted in the arena. District Three is a mixed box this year.
"From District Four, Kyle Garnswoth, with a score of… ten." Just another career, same as usual.
"Lynnette Ashbloom, with a score of… seven." She isn't a career, and with her partner, Charlotte, they'll go far.
"From District Five, Gareth Bawqi, with a score of… four." Ouch. The odds aren't his favor.
"Jamee Halloway, with a score of… three." Even worse. Five don't have a chance this year.
"From District Six, Alfred Walnut, with a score of… eight." I haven't seen him during training, but that's very high for a tribute from Six.
"Darleena Gesdart, with a score of… two." That's not good at all. She's going to die very quickly.
"From District Seven, Magnus Alwin, with a score of… six." I don't know what I think about him, or his ally Balthar. I'll just have to wait and see.
"Adira Caine, with a score of… six." Good for her. I don't expect much though.
"From District Eight, Balthar Edenthaw, with a score of… six." I expected that.
"Charlotte Rieches, with a score of… eight." Just as I thought when I saw Lynnette's score.
"From District Nine, James Willison, with a score of… seven." That's not a bad score for him.
"Albina Semyenova, with a score of… seven." She'll have to pull her weight in her alliance with the Twos.
"From District Ten, Julian Mendes, with a score of… two." Gone in the bloodbath.
"Carla Radames, with a score of… five." She's been a bit too conservative. As their faces fade, the big one comes along. Us.
"From District Eleven, Sidknee Mumblet, with a score of… seven." I pat him on the back and he smiles. That's exactly where we wanted to be. I'm really glad he pulled it off. But what about me?
"Utrya Zhuyt, with a score of… seven." Phew. I met the standard I want to. Jafri seems happy with the both of us. It was his idea to go in the middle, to strike unexpectedly. And it worked.
Sidknee Mumblet's POV
Utrya and I are very happy with our sevens, but I'm still very curious to see the scores of the remaining tributes. Thirteen especially, as they haven't been in the Games before.
"From District Twelve, Ovid Baxwoll, with a score of… four." I saw that coming. He thinks he's better than what he actually is.
"Kinocycle Corcokk, with a score of… one." She's the girl who jumped out of the chariot, so it's kind of expected.
"From District Thirteen, Carlos Rettire, with a score of… seven." Not too bad for someone who's lived underground for their whole life.
"And finally, Susan Caledon, with a score of… two." Not impressive at all. She's a goner.
The screen shuts itself off and we're left in silence. I go and fill myself a glass of orange juice, before proceeding to my room. I gulp it down and sit on the bed, resting my head on a pillow.
It's all quite overwhelming. I've got the interviews tonight, and we're leaving for the arena tomorrow morning. I check the clock. 11:45. I'll be in the arena by that time tomorrow, possibly dead.
About ten minutes later, which I spend watching television, Jafri calls out, telling us that it's time to head to the remake center for the interviews tonight. I slowly walk into the foyer and over to the elevator, where Jafri and Utrya are already waiting. Jafri tells us that he'll meet us down there.
As we descend, Utrya looks at me. "Are you okay?" she asks. "You seem tense." I tell her that I'm fine. "I don't believe you," she says, and kisses me on the lips. It feels oddly nice, but I push away. "Age difference!" I cry. She shrugs. "It's not that much," she says seductively. That's true. Her birthday is at the start of the year and mine's at the end. I move in again and we make out for the rest of the elevator ride.
A/N: That got a bit out of hand! Anyway, I lied last chapter. The Capitol through to Six interviews will be through the eyes of the Fives, and the rest from the Eights. As always, please review and publicize the story!