Deanie's POV #8
Smuil came to pick me and Brody up from the training centre about five hours later. It was tiring for Brody but it wasn't for me. After having that little fight with Fyodor I decided not to show my fighting skills in front of the other tributes. I don't want them to know what little skills I have and us them against me Once in the elevator everything was silent, but as usual Brody wasn't.
"You really know how to make friends." I turn my head towards Brody. "Don't you Deanie?" I look away from him.
"At least I don't make friends that will kill me the second they get." Brody opens his mouth to speak but doesn't get the chance because the elevator door dings open. Smuil offers me to leave first and I accept it. Finnick stands up as soon as he sees me in the door.
"Did you show them anything?" Finnick asks and I nod.
"Only a little." I look at the table. "Whats for dinner?" He gives me a smile then pulls out a chair for me. I look at him with a smile and pull the seat out beside him and sit down. I look up at him. "Don't just stand there." He looks confused then sits in the seat. Smuil comes around on the other side and sits Brody down beside him.
"So after this food you guys are going to sleep because you two have your test tomorrow." I look at Finnick. I don't watch the games back at 4 because I don't see a point in watching people I don't know die so I don't know what the tests are.
"What is the test?" I ask no one in particular. Smuil answers me brightly.
"Well." He takes a sip of his drink. "Each tribute has there own individual assessment. The gamemakers will be watching you do your skills and then you will be ranked from numbers 1 to 12." I take a bite of something strange iin colour and he continues. "12 of course being the highest score and 1 being the lowest. It goes in order from each district and ladies always go first." Finnick looks at me.
"So get a 13." He gives me a shove and continues with his food. I look down at my plate and start to eat. I wonder what is the most someone has gotten. I wonder what I will get. I stand up from my chair.
"Well I'm going to get changed then go to bed." I walk away before anyone can answer. I walk into my room lock the door and peel off these clothes. I look on the bed to find a white night gown. I roll my eyes. I'd rather be naked. The shower calls to me and I find myself having a quick shower. After my shower I walk into the room to find my clothes missing, but the gown is still there. It kind of scares me that even though I am about to die I am given no privacy. Do they think I'm plotting something in this room? Well there isn't really anything for me to plot with.
I look at my bed and it seems as if it welcomes me. I slowly walk over to it and pull the sheet off it when there is a knock at the door. The door creaks open and I run at it and shove my shoulder in the door.
"Ouch!" I hear Finnick grunt on the other end. "What the hell D!" I can't help but laugh.
"I'm sorry Finnick." I run to the bed and pull over the night gown. God this is horrible. "I have to change." I run over to the door and open it. Finnick looks at me and stifles a laugh. "Shut up." I walk away from the door and sit on the edge of the bed. "There was nothing else to wear." He puts up his hands in defense.
"Its alright." He shuts the door then sits beside me. "I came to talk." I run my fingers through my hair to brush it out. "Here let me brush it." I shake my head.
"Nah." I look at him. "Its not that tangely." I look up at him. "So what did you want to talk about?" He looks down at his hands.
"I was wondering if you decided if you wanted to be a career." I shake my head.
"I don't see the point of having to take care of other people."
"Thats the thing." He rubs his hair. "With careers they don't even care about each other. In the end if you're in the way," He looks away from me. "You are dead." I don't know if Finnick was a career, but I don't really want to know. "You're too kind for that Deanie. I know you wouldn't be able to do that." He's wrong. I just don't want to be responsible for someone else. I look up at him.
"Maybe I should go to sleep." He stands up with me. "Get some sleep I'll see you in the morning Finnick." I walk him to the door and he gives me a hug.
"Night Deanie." I close the door lightly and walk to the bed and hide under the sheets. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm asleep.
I wake up in the morning to a pillow being thrown in the face. I fling myself up into a sitting position and see Finnick clutching the pillow to his stomach as he is having a laughing fit. I look at him with hate. I stand up and punch his shoulder. He stops laughing and smiles at me.
"Morning sunshine." He laughs at me. I laugh at his messy hair.
"Morning yourself." I go into the bathroom and close the door. I yell through the door. "It looks like you just woke up yourself." I hear him laugh.
"Yea I woke up a little late." I hear the creak of the bed and know that he is sitting on the bed. "Smuil came in and yelled at me to get ready so I told him I would wake you up." I look in the mirror and bush out my hair into a ponytail. I hear the door open and hear Finnick say thank you then the door closes again. I walk out of the bathroom and see Finnick holding another black shirt and black pants. Its like he's my servant. I rip them from his hands.
"I think I'll change now." He nods and then walks out of the room. I quickly pull off the horrible night gown and pull on the shirt and pants. I walk into the dinning room to see Finnick still in his pajamas sitting in a chair. Smuil stands at the elevator with Brody fully dressed. Brody gives me a look then presses the button. We pile onto the elevator and Finnick gives me a thumbs up before the door closes.
The elevator opens and all the other tributes look at us. I walk past them and me and Brody find our designated seat at the front. Behind district 3 and in front of district 5. We have to wait for districts 1,2, and 3 before we can go. Since it is individual assesment ladies always go ahead of the boys so I will be the seventh that gets called in. I wait for about an hour before my name is called and I enter the trainning centre.
My feet echo against the concrete ground. I stand in front of the gamemakers that are seated high above the ground. I have all of their attention.
"Deanie Sammer?" A tall thin man with dark hair stands up. He must be the Head Gamemaker. "District 4?" I nod my head. "Okay." He sits in his chair and gets comfortable along with the other gamemakers. "Do what you have to do, you have our attention." I nod again.
I walk over slowly to a rack with knives, spears, and a trident. I reach for the trident but then pull away. I'll give that to them later. I hold the long silver spear in my hand and slice the air with it for practice. The moves involve a lot of jabbing at the air and half throwing it over my shoulder. I feel ready so I stand in front of the target with my spear in my hand and hold it back then with a big long thrust I bring the spear through the other side of the target. I quickly run and rip it out of the target and spin and throw it at the next target beside it further back.
I take two quick steps to the trident pick it up and swing it over my head. I stand in front of a punching bag and twirl it around in my hands for a few seconds above my head. I begin to close my eyes to focus my mind on what I am doing. My eyes shoot open and I take the butt end of the trident and begin to beat the punching bag that is beside the rack. Each jab of the end of the trident sends the punching bag back another foot. I twirl the trident in my hand to have the three points facing up, as the punching bag comes towards me I jump sideways and slice the mid section making the sand spew all over the ground. I hold the trident to my side breathing deeply. I don't smile but look up at the gamemakers. They all smile at me and begin to clap.
"Great work Ms. Sammer." The Head Gamemaker stands up and leans against the railing. "You may leave." I place the trident on the rack and walk towards the doors. "Oh Deanie." I turn my head and look at him. "I look forward to watching you in the games." I give him a glare then continue walking.