Well I'm lame and don't have any plans today. So here are the Private Sessions. I think I'll have the game maker's POV for most of it, and then intermingle between tributes that are going to get a small POV due to the nature of the chapter. If your tribute gets a small POV it does NOT indicate I'm killing them off. Just thought I'd point it out.

Part 1 of 2

Also, super important poll up.

Malcome Holland- Head GameMaker of All-Stars

Not every GamesMaker can get away with big twist. Not every GameMaker can make a good games. It takes a special kind of GameMaker, a ruthless person. A person that is going to get the job done, and not give a flying fuck about who is going to get hurt. My name is Malcome Holland.

I wasn't always bitter, I wasn't always ruthless, or bloodthirsty. I was innocent. I was a "Precious Heart". Then that bitch Calliope took over, and my family had an "accident." My great grandmother was the assistant to Rachel Callogwey during the Lego Land year. I obviously wasn't born yet. Nor my parents.

When the Victors disappeared every person that was on the team for that games was marked as a traitor, and their families marked as tainted. Meaning we would be disposed of. If my family hadn't gone into hiding, I would not be here right now.

We switched our last name, we switched our culture and our heritage, we changed every aspect of our lives, all so that bitch could come into power. I remember when I stumbled across the papers. I couldn't believe my eyes. I wasn't a Holland, but in fact a Mason. We used to learn about the traitors in school when I was a kid. I didn't think anything of it, until I found out that I come from them.

Following in my ancestor's footsteps I joined a rebellion, and helping the very girls that marked me with treason. The minute that stupid ignorant President is out of power the better.

"Sir the tributes are waiting in the arena area."

'Coming Helen."

I'm interested to see the tributes and what they can do. We have a plan see. The tribute that outlast the rest will become one of the key members in our rebellion. Not like the stupid MockingJay in the 74th year of Panem. We aren't putting all of our eggs in one basket. This will go down regardless, however I expect the star power that comes from a new Victor to be able to sway the masses.

I walk into the upper corner of the room where a team of GameMakers normally sit. We won't be having a team decide the average of a tribute. It will go on my vote, and my vote alone.

"Please send in Ms. Harrison." I say to Helen as she stands at the door waiting.

"Right away sir."

Ashylin walks into the arena like gym with a confident stride as she walks straight to the middle of the room and stops to stare at me in my balcony.

"Hello Sir. Thank you for taking the time to evaluate me."

"Good morning Ms. Harrison. What will you be showing me today?"

"I'll be showing you my weaponry and skills with a glaive, and also show you my aptitude for survival knowledge."

Well that's new. The careers normally ignore the survival portions of the training due to them getting sponsors from start to finish of the games.

She glides over to the glaives that we have on the shelf. She begins to demonstrate her superiority with the weapon through a dummy that has the unfortunate job of being sliced up piece by piece. She continues with explaining why she cut where she cut, and explained the effect that it will have on the blood flow in the body. She then walks over to the survival station and answers a bunch of questions on plants, and then makes a fire with only 2 sticks.

"Thank you Ms. Harrison I've seen enough." I say as she is starting to walk back towards the glaives. She bows and then proceeds to leave the room.

"Helen, Mr. Worthing next please."

Dean walks in just as confident as his district partner he looks up with a goofy smile and waves.

"Good morning sir. I'll be showing you what I can do with a chain-scythe."

He walks over to the lone weapon on the wall and begins with a few practice swings. He becomes more and more graceful with it as the time surpasses, and after awhile it almost becomes a dance. A crazy one wrong move and you can cut your arm off dance, but a dance at that. He successful beheads two practice dummies, and then throws the weapon down on the floor.

"If you'll excuse me. I have a very special young lady waiting for me." he says with a wink as he walks out.

Love in the games. Not a favorable combination.

"Up next is Ms. Striker."

Kitana walks in and doesn't even bother looking at me.

"Let's just get this over with, slap a 10 on my paper and move on." she says as she picks up a 6 knives and throws them at 6 different targets at once. Each having outstanding accuracy, only one not hitting the bullseye directly.

"Ms. Striker may I ask what the rush is?"

"I just have more important things to worry about than a score I know I'm going to get."

"Maybe you can show me a little bit more?"

She rolls her eyes as if this is a chore and continues throwing knives. Almost like billiards, she would call the shot and where the knife would land, and sure enough each time it did.

"Thank you Ms. Striker for entertaining me. I hope the score satisfies you."

She just nods and walks out of the room. This bitch.

"Next is Mr. Beck."

Fernando walks into the room with a cocky air around him. It wasn't confident, or something to be admired, more like something that someone should watch out for.

"Mr. Beck." I say as he takes his starting point in the middle of the room.

"Mr. Holland." says Fernando looking at me,

"I expect quite a show from you Mr. Holland. You have a good 10 years on all of the tributes."

He nods as he first walks over to the weight lifting section in the arena. The avox begins to put more weights on his dumbbell, and when it gets to 450 and I think he's going to actually lift it he tells the avox to add more. When it gets to 510 is when he lies down and begins to lift the bar. He does 10 lifts before he stops, and that in itself was impressive.

He then walks over to the swords and ask for a partner to spar with. The trainer for the swords comes out and begins to spar with him. Fernando has the trainer pinned in 30 seconds. It was an impressive feat again.

"Thank you Mr. Beck."

"No, thank you Sir." he says as he walks out.

"Ms. Figgens if you would Helen."

Kate walks in with her flaming red hair tied in a pony tail. She walks to the middle and slates for me before she walks over to the blow darts. She picks up a gun and 4 darts as she walks towards the berries and plants section.

"Ms. Figgens, was it you who requested 3 of our deadliest mutts from the past 300 years to come out?"

"Yes. It was." she says as she begins to mix the berries and plants together to form a concoction.

When the ingredients were mixed she dipped the darts in the berry substance, and then signaled for the first mutt to come out. It was a wolf, and tiger hybrid that killed 13 out of the 24 tributes that year. It couldn't climb so the girl from D7 won that year.

It comes running out fast and ready, and before I could even blink Kate had the blow dart locked and loaded. When the mutt got close to her she sent the dart flying, and the mutt went down on impact. It was still breathing which leads me to believe it wasn't poison.

"Ms. Figgens what was that?"

"Paralysis formula." she says with a smile. She shows me the different types of formulas she knows how to make, and how deadly they are with the right ingredients.

"Thank you Ms. Figgens. Can you send in Mr. Aka on your way out?"

She nods as she strolls over to the door and closes it.

Taro comes in looking confused, like he's really not quite sure what's going on.

"Hello. I'm Taro Aka!" He says as he goes to the center of the room.

"I know who you are Mr. Aka." I say as I stare down at my clip board to fill out his form.

"Wait. Really? That's so cool!" he says

"What will you be showing me today?" I ask

"Well I have a really nice hair, so if you'd like to see that."

I roll my eyes. "No. Mr. Aka, your skill." I say annoyed.

He slaps his head like that was the most obvious thing in the world and he just forgot. He walks over to the sword section and begins to swing the swords. He isn't the best with technique, but he isn't a hopeless cause. Going against a tribute that isn't very good should be easy for him, and if he was lucky a career would probably underestimate him.

He then walks over to the explosives area and begins to construct a mini bomb. He puts a piece together and then runs out of the room, I'm not worried because I have a forcefield around me, the little bomb explodes with big results. He obviously wasn't trying to tear up the room, however the bow and arrow sections are no more.

"Thank you Mr. Aka, I've seen enough." I tell him.

Ms. Fire walks in without an invitation she just saw Mr. Aka leave and then walked in.

"Hello. My name is Star." she said brightly

"I know who you are." I say with a smile. Everyone knew who Star was.

"I'll be showing skills with a tomahawk and battle ax today." she says as she strolled over to the tomahawk section

She picks one up, and begins to weigh it in her hand. She smiles as she holds it, and then without any further warning she fires it from about 30 feet away. It hits right outside the bullseye. Her eyes widen.

"I can do better." she says as she throws another one, that one hitting the bullseye. She seems satisfied with her performance and walks towards the battle ax. She starts swinging at dummies, and then sets the simulations onto attack mode. They begin to attack and she begins to slam the ax into the simulation causing me to be really impressed with how many she can take on. When she's done with that, she walks back over to the Tomahawks, but I dismiss her.

She smiles and begins her walk out.

Like his partner, Mr. Ross didn't wait for me to call him in. He ran into the middle of the room, waved at me, and then ran towards the obstacle course. He shattered his previous record of 90 seconds with one of 87 seconds, then climbed the rock wall. He started throwing spears after that. Even though he did this the first time, dare I say that he's gotten better?

"Mr. Ross you're good. Thank you. Can you send Ms. Atom in to me?"

Solaria Atom-District 5 Female

I sit in the lobby of the training rooms and wait for my turn to go get evaluated. The boy from 4 just went in, indicating that I'm next.

"Do you know what you're going to show him?" ask Adair sounding a little nervous

"I mean, sort of. I kind of just decided to wing it." I say

"Atom, it's your turn." says the boy from 4 as he walks out. He jogs to the elevator and makes his way back up to his room.

I walk into the huge training arena that I've spent so much time in the last few days.

"Hello, Ms. Atom." says the GameMaker as he sits on his balcony looking down on me.

"Hello." I say back

"I expect to see some interesting things from you."

"Then don't freak out." I say

He looks at me confused as I stroll over to the knife section of the arena, and cut a huge chunk of my hand.

"Ms. Atom!" says the GameMaker appalled.

"You said you wouldn't freak out." I say with an eye roll as I wrap the wound in my outer layer shirt.

I then walk over to the berries and plants section, and as I'm mixing them I explain each quality of the different plants, and berries.

"Added together can make a mean substance for healing." I say with a smile as I unwrap my wound and lather the substance on my hand.

"How long will it take?" he ask curious.

"About 2 minutes." I say

I remove the berries and plants excess from my hand and hold it up to him when 2 minutes were up. He stares at me amazed as it only has lightly scarred.

"Very impressive Mr. Atom."

I then walk over to the sickle section, not as strong as my medical expertise, but definitely not awful.

"Thank you Ms. Atom." he says and I leave the room.

Adair Outridge-District 5 Male

Solaria walks out and I perk up upon seeing her.

"How'd it go!?" I ask smiling

"I'm not sure yet."

"Oh right, sorry. I should've realized."

She rolls her eyes. "Dude, stop being sorry. You're fine."

She walks back towards the elevator and goes up to the District 5 floor.

"Great she hates me." I mumble to myself as I get up and head into the room that the head GameMaker is in.

The first thing I notice other than the man on the balcony is the bows and arrows are absolutely demolished.

"Uh.." I say pointing to the section

"Oh, that was an explosive." says the man "Is bow and arrows your thing? I can have some sent up."

"No. No. I'm sorry to mislead you." I walk over to the poison section and begin to dabble in all of the poisons that are before me.

I start pouring them into viles and mixing them. It makes me feel sort of like a mad scientist.

"Can you send something that's easily disposable out here?" I ask the GameMaker

An Avox walks out of the back room looking scared and sad. I look back at the GameMaker that looks at me. This is definitely a test.

"I...I can't kill that person." I say

"Why not?" ask the GameMaker "You're about to go into an arena of children who wouldn't hesitate to kill you. Why be so sparing on this person's, or I'm sorry. Slave's life?"

"Why don't you come down here and drink it then?" I say snarky and then immediately regret it.

"Mr. Outridge give the avox the poison." he says angrily.

"No. I'm sorry. I really am. I can't" I say as I throw the vile down and walk out of the room.

"Lick it up." is all I hear as I close the door behind me.

"I'm sorry.." I whisper to the avox, even though I know they can't hear me anymore.

Malcome Holland- Head GameMaker

"Hello Ms. Tracks."

She just smiles up at me.

"What will you be showing me today?"

"I'll be showing you knives." says Stella as she begins to walk towards them and throwing them. They mostly hit the target. Just not in the dead zone.

"Ms. Tracks, are you sure this is what you want to show me?"

"Look," she begins to say. "the Hunger Games is not just a brawn takes all competition. It's very much around 65% social. We all know I would have won my games if I hadn't fallen last time. I think knowing how to move around in an alliance is much more important that being able to stab people. You can't take on five girls at once and live. You just can't."

I look at her surprised. She absolutely has a point. It's not just a physical game.

"What makes you think you hold what it takes?" I ask

"I played last time with a training score of 4, and made the top 3. I think I can win this time. In fact. Give me a low score. Let me prove you wrong."

"Deal." I say.

She walks out of the room, and Mr. Rivers comes in.

"Alex what will you be showing me today."

"I'll be using a trident."

"Last time you used a spear Mr. Rivers." I say noting

"Do you think I'm dumb enough to use a spear when Aiden Ross is in the games?"

"Fair enough." I say

He walks over to the tridents and he seems pretty competent with it. Not awful, and some technique is off. Definitely will do well with it though. I make note to put it into the arena.

"Thanks Mr. Rivers."

He walks out and I break for lunch. It's been a long day already, and now that most of the outliers that do well are gone it can only get worse from here. My phone goes off and I look down to see a text message from Brandon Meadows.

Have you seen any potentials?

-BM

I click reply and let him know that I have seen a few. This year definitely brought some contenders.

Good, meet later secret place.

-BM

I reply with of course, and then head back out of the arena towards the buffet cart in the back of the office.

Well that was the first round of private sessions. It's been a pretty chill thing I liked them a lot.

Who was your fave tribute in this?

Opinions on Malcome being a rebel?

This story doesn't end after the games, that's why voting is important.

What do you think the meeting is about?

Scores

Ashylin Harrison-10

Dean Worthing-9

Kitana MF Striker-10 (I also have no clue why I keep putting MF. Sorry Haley lol)

Fernando Beck-11

Kate Figgens-7

Taro Aka-5

Star Fire-10

Aiden Ross-11

Solaria Atom-6

Adair Outridge-4

Stella Tracks-4

Alex Rivers-6