The answer to my previous trivia question was: Cinna.
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And here is the final instalment of training! The next chapter shall be focusing on the training scores.
District 1 male tribute – Age seventeen – Dapar Radsha's point of view
The paling light of the setting sun streams through the window, shattering against the floor causing a rippling effect to spread across the finely carpeted floor. I lay sprawled out on my bed allowing myself to almost sink into the silky sheets, as Foe sits cross legged on a chair across the room. I watch absentmindedly as she flips a knife that she had stolen from the training hall earlier today through her fingers, with no regard for how close the flawless steel comes to coming into contact with her skin.
We had decided that we were through with training and that we are both ready to face our private sessions tomorrow. I am a career and am confident in what it is I must prove to the Gamemakers tomorrow afternoon. I will stand tall and proud and display exactly what it is I am capable of doing. Foe appears lost in thought and in a way so am I. We have nothing more than a few days until the moment we have all been impatiently awaiting finally creeps forward. There will be no living in a world of ignorance hoping the moment the gong sounds will never come, but that will soon become our reality.
I am not afraid for that moment, even if I should be at least in the slightest. I have a strong alliance with Foe and we have no plans to be blindsided by our fellow careers who have done nothing more than tear at each other's throats from the moment we arrived. It's petty really to be already turning against those who could possibly propel you further to the top, but with them all fighting each other they will be paying less attention to taking me out of the Games.
I reach into my pocket and remove the small ambiguous blue spiral that Hydra gave me during my goodbyes. Both her and her brother Argent think I stand a chance of returning home, but the difference between them and myself is I know I stand a chance of emerging victor. I run my fingertips lightly across the smooth surface of my token, as I sit up to look at Foe who is still absentmindedly flipping her knife between her slender fingers. We are the only careers who appear to get along on any level, but neither of us can deny the fact that we are still playing against each other. It doesn't matter if I have taken a slight interest in her, she must die if I am to win.
"When do you think we should break off from the rest of the careers?" I ask her shattering the silence that had slowly begun to creep its way across the length of the room. My plan from the start has always been to silence the rest of our careers during the cover of nightfall, but both Foe and I know it may not be as easy as it seems.
"As soon as we possibly can; I do not want to stick around with those idiots for that long," She answers back coolly. I know Foe looks upon our fellow careers with disdain, but in reality they have given her good reason to. They are nothing, but idiots full of hot air as Foe put it the other day and really are not worth our time. We will use them to survive the bloodbath then slip away under the cover the arena will hopefully offer us.
I chuckle softly at her words and she raises an eyebrow in response, "I don't understand what it is so funny, they really are nothing more than a bunch of idiots that must have been dropped on their heads at birth."
I roll my eyes playfully as I speak, "You really think that badly of them huh?"
"Damn right I do; fighting amongst each other since the moment we all arrived. It's pathetic really when you think about it," I nod once, as I mull over her words. In retrospect she really does have a point; there will be plenty of time for us to destroy each other in the arena, why waste the energy doing so already? During my time here I haven't made the efforts to make any enemies, but I haven't gone out of my way to get too close to anyone. Even I know even the slightest of attraction towards anyone can turn into something deadly in the arena. Foe and I have already planned out what we are to do; once we reach the final two we will fight it out. We can't both win that much is clear, but we know we stand a better chance of reaching the top together than on our own.
I stretch out my arms lightly, as if I am reaching towards something only I can pay witness to and in a way I am. I am reaching towards my survival; that chance to remain breathing against all the odds. Foe suddenly stands up with a bored expression dancing across her features. "I'm bored fix it," She almost commands and my mind instantly falls to ways we could bring entertainment forth. Being a male my mind first falls to less appropriate ways, but I quickly push those thoughts away knowing Foe would want nothing to do with that kind of fun.
"We could go harass someone from the lower Districts?" I suggest with a slight shrug of my shoulders. In this moment I don't see the harm in perhaps earning myself one enemy. Besides I have not felt a lick of fear towards those that belong to the Districts below us.
A mischievous grin dances across Foe's lips, as her eyes flash in a way that is screaming for trouble, "No, I know someone better that we can harass." She stands up and quickly exits my room expecting me to follow, which I do. I quicken my pace so I fall into stride next to her. "Who exactly do you have in mind?" I ask curiously.
"Our damned escort," A grin spreads across my own lips at these words, as I never did exactly like our escort who has the outer appearance of a burnt ostrich. Waking up to the sound of her screeching voice that resembles a banshee is something I wouldn't wish upon my enemies. "What do you have in mind?" I ask Foe, growing more curious about the plans that must be running rampant across her mind.
"You'll just have to wait and see," She takes confident steps forward as she speaks. She has me intrigued this much his obvious; trouble was something that I never did shy away from. "Distract her for a moment," Foe slips around a corner and disappears down a hallway. I stand in place for a moment still at a lost at what scheme she is plotting in this moment. I run my hand through my hair and make my way towards our chirpy escort.
"Dolly do you think I could ask you a question," I keep my charming smile in place, as she turns around to face me with a smile of her own. Her teeth are almost blinding, as they have been whitened to an inhuman degree. My eyes stay transfixed on their pearly surface and I swear I can almost see my reflection in them. "Yes, Dapar what is it?" I scratch my head trying to think of anything, but then my eyes catch sight of Foe behind our escort. She places a finger over her lips; signalling for me to keep her presence unknown.
"I was wondering if you could give me a few pointers for the interviews that are in a few days; you know I have to make a good impression," My eyes keep flickering towards Foe, who is busying herself with a thin piece of what appears to be rope. "Well dear you just have to be yourself; actually scratch that you need to be someone the audience will love and that isn't always necessarily yourself-" She opens her mouth to add to her speech, but this is when she notices my gaze continuously flickering to the space behind her.
"What is it you keep looking at?" The moment she goes to turn around is when Foe allows her plan to unfold. She throws the piece of rope with a deadly accuracy so the end of it lands in Dolly's hair. The end holds onto some sticky substance so when Foe tugs her brightly colored orange wig flies clear off her head. Her horrendous screeches fill the room, as she places her hands over her now revealed scalp. I cannot stop the burst of laughter that escapes my lips at this amusing sight. "Damn I didn't think you could get any more hideous Dolly," Foe says with a smirk of amusement tugging at her lips.
In a moment Foe and I are running blindly down the hallway, as Dolly's threatening screams chase after our forms. "That was a brilliant," I say to Foe between the laughter that continues to flow freely from my lips. She grins, obviously content with the little stunt she has pulled.
We are the only careers who have attempted to get along during our stay here. We have made our alliance; made our plan to make it to the final two alongside each other. If only I knew just how badly she was playing me in this moment. If only I wasn't so blind, but my sight would remain clouded as it is now.
District 4 male tribute – Age eighteen – Theo Macdonald's point of view
A growl full of a powerful hunger that yearns for the spilling of blood forces its self from my lips the moment my axe hurls through the air. It tears away at the very fabrics of the once still air, as the flawless steel glimmers menacingly in the bright lighting. My shot was perfect; to hurl terror towards those beneath me was my intentions. My axe soars past the annoyance from District Eleven just narrowly missing the soft flesh of his neck. How dare he believe he can walk these hallways doing as he pleases; how dare he believe he can trip me up and make me look like a fool in front of those who I have been forced to label with the title of competition.
My veins burn with a red hot anger at the memory of that little pest tripping me up using some form of a roped trap; causing me to tumble towards the floor with everyone's eyes trained on my form. A cruel smile tugs at my lips as the boy from District Eleven allows a faint scream to escape his lips, the moment his eyes catch sight of my axe hurdling towards him. He drops to the floor; in my opinion the rightful place he belongs. People such as him are not worth the dirt beneath my boots; he is the type of person that shall not be missed once I am sure he perishes among the others who will surely lose their lives during the bloodbath.
The boy whose name I have not bothered to learn sends a glare in my direction, but I just shrug it off. I will willingly place a target upon my back; this way the competition will come to me, their intentions on being taking my life. This way I won't have to put in the extra effort to hunt them down relentlessly; however the thought of the hunt calls me forward like some sick Siren's song. The adrenaline that will course through my veins like wildfire is inviting. Many would not hold onto the same views as myself, but that is what separates me from the rest. It is clear I am the one to be feared in these wicked games; I am the one who will tear their hearts out and burn the pieces.
I turn my attention back towards the display of axes set out before me. Only a few remain in the training hall, as most have dispersed for the remainder of the day. The only ones who remain are the ones who seek out the skills they will need to survive with much desire. They should learn by now no amount of feeble skills will aid them now. It is too late for them, as I already know I will do anything to win. The reasons as to why I volunteered may seem foolish to many, but to me it all comes down to pride. With the title of victor thrust upon me I will no longer appear as a fool. I will be respected once I prove myself to this world we call Panem.
This undying need to prove myself is something most won't be able to make sense of. Most days I try to work it out for myself, but always end up coming to a dead end. Why is it that I seek the need to prove myself? What is it exactly that I need to prove? I shrug these thoughts off and will them back into the plummets of my mind where they rightfully belong. My fingertips graze across the steely edge of an axe; my intentions on being to train for the remainder of the day. Today is the final day we will have the opportunity to better our skills; the final day I will be able to display exactly what it is I am capable of.
With my mind running away from me, going over every skill that I have learned over the years I feel a dainty hand place itself upon my shoulder. I turn around and find myself looking into the wide crystal blue eyes that could only belong to Bluebell. She appears much like a porcelain doll in my eyes; giving off the radiance that she may break if I were to touch her. Her looks are the one aspect about her that draw me towards her and left me hooked. I know these aspects are clouding my judgment, but I never was one to turn a blind eye to a pretty girl who shows some slight interest. "Still showing off I see," She giggles softly, as she tosses her hair over her shoulder causing it to spiral down her shoulders in soft cascades.
Bluebell and I have spent a fair amount of time together over the last few days; there is a buzzing attraction between us, but I know it is nothing more than on a physical level. I refuse to walk the barren wasteland that is the field of emotions, but if some fun is to present itself to me I am more than willing to play. "It's called training actually; I'm just proving how skilled I am so yes I suppose you could say I'm showing off," A small smirk tugs at my lips as I speak. She places her soft slender fingers over my hand and forces me to put down the axe that was once held between my clutches.
"Enough training; let's go do something fun," Bluebell almost purrs. She lightly tugs on my hand and leads me out of the training hall. Perhaps it is foolish that I am following her blindly, but her idea of fun intrigues me slightly. She walks a little distance ahead of me and allows her hips to sway back and forth with each step she takes. I find my eyes following the gentle sway of her hips; almost getting lost in the alluring movements her body is able to make.
She turns around to face me with a small smirk dancing across her dainty features. This is the first moment I allow myself to take in my surroundings; I now find myself in a seemingly deserted hallway where only myself and Bluebell are present. She motions for me to come closer with a gentle motion of her slender fingertips and I obey without a second thought. The moment I am within arm's length she places her hands firmly upon my chest and pushes me up against the wall. I look down at her small form watching her closely; gauging her every motion.
"Let me make this simple for you Theo; you find me attractive and I find you appealing," As she speaks she snakes her hand around the back of my neck and runs her fingertips across my flesh in a manner that causes soft shivers to spiral down my spine. "Now I have a little offer to make you and I promise you it will work in both of our favour," Her tone is alluring, as she stands up on her tip toes and presses her lips against the soft flesh of my neck. I find myself unable to utter a word, but instead a soft moan slips free from my lips.
She smirks lightly against my neck at the sound of my enjoyment. "I will assume you are interested then," She murmurs against my neck. I nod once, as I place my hands upon her waist; keeping her in place. I can hear a faint voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to push her away from me and not allow myself to get tangled in her twisted web, but instead I find myself pulling her closer to my body.
She pulls back slightly and places her hand against my chest, as her other hand trails its way down my body; leaving Goosebumps in their wake. "We can continue this is my room, but only on one condition," She keeps her eyes locked on my own, but her hand continues to explore my body. "And that would be?" I ask her. Am I willing to give into her condition so I can give into the desires that snake their way through my veins? Perhaps I am, but maybe this is only because my judgment is clouded by her captivating blue eyes.
"I want you to leave the careers for me," She states simply. It takes a moment for her words to sink in, but once they do I feel as if I am seeing clearly for the first time in days. A cold laughter escapes my lips in response, which causes a frown to tug at her lips. "You want me to give up my position of power so I can join an alliance with lower District scum?" The moment these words slip free from my lips she recoils back and slaps her hand hard across my face. A string of curses escape my lips, as I hold onto my burning cheek.
"You listen here Theo; I hope you realize the mistake you have just made. Next time our paths cross will be in the arena and know this; your life is mine," She says through her teeth in a tone never have I heard grace her voice once before. With anger flushing her cheeks, she turns on her heels and disappears down the hallway.
I am now left alone trying to decipher what it is I have just paid witness to. Perhaps this girl with the glistening blue eyes isn't as innocent as I have been led to believe. My mind dawns on the fact that she may just be as willing to play games as I am.
District 9 female tribute – Age fifteen – Astoria Delacorte's point of view
The feeling of something being off about my presence has only grown in intensity over the last few days. Everything feels wrong, as if something has been thrown off balance. This feeling disturbs me to my very core, but there is nothing I can do in my power to shake this feeling. Perhaps it is just the Games taking their toll on me, but perhaps it is something more. I climb higher into the tree that remains perched in the middle of the training center. From this vantage point I can take in all of my surroundings; few tributes still dot the room, but many have dispersed for the remainder of the evening.
I swing my legs back and forth over the branch, as I come to the conclusion that it may already be too late to join any form of an alliance. Many tributes have already aligned themselves with each other and there may no longer be any openings for me to join. This dawning thought does not bother me as much as it should. I have made no enemies and have done my best to be friendly to those surrounding me; with no target carefully placed on my back I will be able to slip into the looming cover that the arena will hopefully offer me. During the whirlwind of chaos the bloodbath will call forth I will slip away between the cracks; hidden from those who need to see me dead to complete their journey to returning home.
My plan is simple; to outsmart my competition is what I must do. My strength and skills pale in comparison to those who have proclaimed themselves as dominate in these games we all must play a part in. To remain hidden from them is what I will do; to remain under the shrouding cover of night is the only time I will allow myself to move. If they cannot find me then they cannot take my life. Simple it may seem, but even I know the difficulties of this plan will soon present themselves the moment I step foot into the arena.
I swallow once at the daunting thought of the gong tearing through the air; symbolizing the soon to be death of twenty three young men and woman. I am the mayors daughter I lived the simple life; I was never built to fight for my survival. I have never had to fight for anything until now, but now I have to fight for the greatest prize; my life. Never before have I realized that I took everything that presented itself before me for granted. Now that everything that I once held dear has been swept away from me do I realize just how lucky I once was. This is how the Capitol keeps complete control over us; by even posing a threat to those of us who have been blinded by the propaganda the Capitol forces us to pay witness to.
I allow my eyes to fall close, as I lean against the bark of the tree. I bring my fingertips up towards my neck and run them across the small heart shaped locket I have worn for as long as I can remember. It was a gift from my parents when I was young and in a way it has become a part of me. It is now the only piece of home that I truly have left; a constant reminder of what it is I have to make it back to. Promises slipped free from my lips during my goodbyes; promises to try, promises to win. Is it sick that I allowed those promises to flow freely from my lips? There will be no guarantee that I can keep these promises, but that will not stop me from trying.
My mind begins to blur around the edges, as a slumber tinged state threatens to pull me under beneath its icy hold. Here trapped in my dreams is a place I should fear; if only I was able to remember what it was I saw. The images before me dance across my plane of sight in sweet wisps of white. They twist and bend until I am thrust into a memory that has been buried away beneath my surface for many years. This is the memory that gave birth to the presence of Nika; the day she first made her presence known to the world, but remained unknown to myself.
I look through the clear eyes of my six year old form and this is when I still was bathed in the innocence childhood held. I sat in the soft green grass that reached up to caress my skin; my slender fingers went about plucking sweet smelling daises clean from the earth. My mind was elsewhere in this state of time; lost in a world of fairy tales. I hummed softly to the sweet lullaby my mother would use to lull me into a state of sleep. I didn't notice them at first; the towering older students who watched me with wide eyes, their intentions on being harassing those beneath them. I had merely seen them roam the school halls before, but people never needed a specific reason to inflict pain upon people as they saw fit.
"What do we have here fresh meat?" The eldest boy of the group said in a manner that snatched up my attention. I remained silent; not uttering a word, as the older boy closely followed by his friends surrounded me. I had seen them push around some of my fellow younger students before and had been sure not to cross paths with them before, but fate had its own ideas. Perhaps this moment had been played out by fate in the beginning; to give the world a hint to the insanity within. "What do you have nothing to say?" A girl with straggly blonde hair only a few years older than myself said, as she snatched the small bundle of flowers from my clutches. With a cruel smile tugging at her lips she threw them back towards the earth, crushing them beneath her feet.
I looked up with her with wide dark eyes; confusion flickering across my features, "What did the flowers ever do to you?" The girl snorted in response and turned to face her friends, but in the blink of an eye she turned back around shoving me to the ground. Here with my face buried in the dirt is where that piece of my mind snapped; here is where Nika was born. The older students all laughed in chorus, unaware to the growing dark presence within their midst. This is where my mind ran away from me, as Nika slowly took over. This is where she wanted to be; to be in control of the vessel that was my body. In this moment everything went blank, but it is what I saw once Nika crawled back to the darkest depths of my mind that would haunt me for the rest of my days.
My eyes snapped open with the images of my crimson strained hands imprinted upon my vision. I shake my head wildly trying to push these sick and twisted images away. I pull my knees up to my chest; holding them close to my body. A living nightmare is what I blindly walk through, but in time I would walk these dark lands with my eyes wide open.
District 10 female tribute – Age sixteen – Cassie Hughes point of view
I place my hand firmly against the cool glass of the mirror set out on the wall before me. I knew the moment my name was drawn out of that wretched reaping bowl they would change me; try to change me into someone in their image. I barely recognize this girl looking back at me; she is nothing more than a stranger to me. My features that once made me who I was have been altered, but I know this is all just a part of the journey I must partake in until I can go against the odds to emerge victor. I blink once almost hoping that once I reopen my eyes I will be me again. Staring back at me in the glassy surface is still this girl created by my stylists.
I trace the now smooth curve of my lips that have been glossed over to hide the cracks that once ran deep across them in criss-cross patterns. My lips are no longer my own, but the words that spill from them are still mine and mine alone. That is one aspect the Capitol will never be able to take away from me; one aspect that I will never allow them to change. I will hold true to my values, perhaps they are the one thing that will allow me to see clearly so I may return home. I run my hand through my hair which is now sleek and holds a softness it never has once before.
"So different," I murmur for my ears alone to hear. A frown plays across my lips, as the light across my deep chocolate brown eyes waver slightly. Here alone in my room is where I allow all the emotions that threaten to crash down around me to broil to my surface. The title of leader has been thrust upon me, but will I be able to hold up to that name? I need a release; a way to expel these emotions from my very being. Should I cry? Should I scream? Should I laugh? The more thoughts that roll in and out of my mind the more the pace of my breathing begins to pick up. Stress is a curse I must bare; a curse I never knew how to handle.
I place my hands lightly over my ears in an attempt to block out everything. I sit down on the floor cross legged; here in the daunting darkening light does the stress of this situation I have been unwillingly thrown into threatens to push me over the edge. My breathing becomes sharp and shallow, as I attempt to take in as much air my lungs can possibly hold. Thoughts bombard my mind, as if they are at war; a battle that would never appear that I could emerge victorious from. Thoughts induced by my stress tinged state scream at me that I have no chance for survival. I have seen those who stand the chance of being bestowed with the honor of victor; how could I overcome them?
I lay down on the floor, as a full blown panic attack threatens to destroy me. I try to see through the fog to ways I have overcome this state before, but in this moment they are at a lost to me. I rub my temples softly, as the stress continues to intertwine its way through my veins. What if I end up running my alliance into the ground? What if it is my foolish decisions that in the long run end up being the reason we lose our lives? These thoughts unsettle me to my very core. I know my alliance must die if I want to return home, but I don't want to be the sole reason to their downfall. If I cannot return home my hope is that one of them reaches the top, but in my current state the only thought that clouds my mind is that none of us will make it.
I breathe out slowly; willing my breathing to slow down. My vision has begun to blur around the edges, but this is not the first time I have endured this state. This is my fatal flaw; the one that will threaten to tear me down until there is nothing left. What was there really to begin with? Some girl created by the Capitol with a foolish fantasy of being crowed the victor of these twisted games? No, it is not a fantasy, but my will to survive. I sit up slowly, as my breathing has begun to return to its normal pace. My mind slowly begins to fall towards a technique Jack showed me many years ago that always helped me calm down and return back to my senses. I would slowly count backwards from five and with each number that slipped free from my grasps I would conjure up a thought or memory that held a purpose to my life.
Five; the feel of the wind whipping through my hair, as human become one with the beast. Riding atop the powerful creature that carries the title of horse is the one place where my mind is free from its bonds. It is that one place where I truly feel like myself, as it was always meant to be. I can almost smell the sweet aromas of hay drifting along the gentle breeze; I can almost hear the powerful strides of my horse's hooves against the earth below.
Four; the feeling of overcoming my greatest of fears. Bravery is something that I hold dear; something that has been a part of me since birth. To rise above the ashes is no easy task, but then again it was never meant to be. With bravery in hand I shall never fall victim to the challenges life will surely throw my way. Bravery alone will never be enough, but it is merely just the start I will need.
Three; the feeling of knowing nothing can be perfect. Perfection is something that can never be reached, but this is a thought I have come to accept. We are all meant to be broken in some unfixable way, but that is what makes us individuals. I would never be able to live up to the expectations of perfections; I would rather be myself than someone everyone surrounding me expected me to be.
Two; the thought of knowing my younger sister looks up to me. Family has always held a great importance in my life and she is one of the greatest reasons as to why I am willing to go against all the odds to return home to her. She is still full of a budding innocence; something that I do not want to see stolen away from her at such a young age. I don't want to think about the anguish she would surely feel if she was to watch me lose my life in the arena.
One; my will to make it home so I can tell Jack how I feel. You never realize exactly what you have until it has been taken away from you. I just wish it hadn't taken being reaped for me to finally dawn on the fact I have held onto the emotion of love for my best friend. I open my eyes slowly once my breathing has returned back to normal. Giving into my stress is something that frightens me, but is something I cannot turn my back to completely. I stand back up and turn my attention towards the mirror once more. They may have changed me on the outside, but I refuse to allow them to change the girl beneath my surface.
District 11 female tribute – Age seventeen - Hadley June Chevalier's point of view
The dull sound of chatter mixes in harmony with the sound of silverware against glass. Here in the dining hall is where all the final pieces fall together; where alliances become apparent. I watch those closest to us just how they watch us back. Eyes never remain in one place for much time before they are glazing across their surroundings once more. The eyes in many ways are the most valuable tool we can use; that is if we know how to use them to our advantage. Once they become clouded however they become useless and will act as our greatest of enemies. I glance across the table towards my only ally Kenzi; only after a few days we built some traces of trust between each other and decided an alliance would work in both of our favours.
No longer will I have to brave the arena completely alone, but however I do know I will have to win on my own. There is no lying to myself about that fact, as I know lies have a habit of coming crashing back down around us. We have already discussed our strategy; we would reach the final ten together or until the pressure became too much for us to handle then we would simply part ways. Nothing complicated would come from our alliance; just simply two people trying to go against all the odds to survive. I watch as Kenzi's eyes continuously flicker towards the table that the other careers have claimed as their own. "You know by constantly looking over at them you are only going to draw their attention," I say with a slight shrug of my shoulders. She has already run into a few problems with them and I know by aligning myself with her I will gain just as much as a target as she has.
"So what if I do?" I sigh quietly in response, as I do not want to pay witness to yet another confrontation. I place my elbows on the table and rest my head in my hands. "You are being rather difficult you know," I state simply; unable to hold back my thoughts on the situation. I have always been this way for as long as I can remember; I never was one to hold back with my words. My thoughts would work their way free from my lips against my own will, but to tell the world as how I see it is just what seems right to me. Nobody is perfect which is why people lie. We lie to make things better than they are, but what good does lying do in the long run? All it does it run people deep into the ground; never to be heard from again.
A faint frown tugs at her lips as she speaks, "It's not my fault Morgan goes out of his way to get under my skin." This is when a single thought dawns on me. The careers have displayed how violent they may be, but how would they react if the remainder of us banded together if only for a single moment? I stand up and Kenzi watches me curiously for a moment. No, I don't know if what I am trying to prove will work and in the end I may just end up looking the part of a fool. I walk to the center of the room where I grab a hold of a table and drag it until it connects with another table where a few other tributes sit. They too eye me curiously, but soon a few others realize what it is I am doing. In a few moments a small circle of tables has been created where most of us tributes from the lower Districts sit.
"I don't exactly understand what it is you are doing," Kenzi says, as she takes a seat next to me. If only she could see what it is we are displaying not only to the careers who have labelled us as nothing more than wasted bodies whose time is running out, but to the Capitol as well. No, we don't all get along, but we were never meant to. However here joined in this feeble circle we will prove that we are not out for the count quite yet. My eyes fall to the careers now who do nothing but laugh at this sight. My jaw clenches at this sight, as I have had it with them thinking they can walk all over us and get away with it. I want to win, but if I can't I want anyone but a career to achieve the title of victor. It is not my temper that is getting the best of me in this moment, but my curse to speak my mind.
"You really think this is that funny? You are fools to believe none of us pose a threat to you. While your alliance crumples we each have our own that stands strong. Don't count us out yet, but you might want to watch your backs otherwise next time you check there might be a knife in it," I speak calmly towards the careers, but the room has fallen silent. Before anyone can react to my words I am on my feet and out the door.
I breathe out slowly, as I make my way towards the elevator. Perhaps my little stunt was just effective enough, but what really was the true purpose to it? To prove I am not weak just because I come from District Eleven is what I was trying to display. That the District number we have been bestowed with does not determine exactly what it is we are capable of. My words had been carefully plotted out; I thought each word through before I allowed them to spill from my lips. Honesty is a quality that not many people hold dear anymore, but it is a quality I will carry with me to the grave. Honest were my words, but if they were truly effective or not I'll never know.
And that brings training to a close! Just a few more chapters until I can get to the Games ;D
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