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Berryalise Morgan-District 4 Female

"So you have this whole mysterious dark type thing going on." I say to Dillon as I stare him up and down. "Tell me. Why so mysterious?" I say as I put on my seductive voice.

"Your tricks might work on your clients, but I think you forget that I live with Leila." Dillon says plainly as we sit in the upper loft of our District 4 suite in the training center.

I can't believe the treatment we've gotten. The beds are extra plush, and the showers...oh my word the showers are absolutely perfect! I've never been in a place this nice.

It's almost kind of nice of the Capitol in a way. None of the non-career districts would ever have this lavish treatment that we are getting. The week before they go into the slaughter though it's comfort city.

"Alright wimps gather round." says Tidal as her and Brodie enter the rooms.

"As you know today is training day." says Brodie as he sits down on the couch next to Dillon. He's done a pretty good job of avoiding me after a...misunderstanding.

"What's the plan we told you two about?" says Tidal as she plops down next to me.

"Be really fucking good at the things we do." I say "So we can impress the careers."

"Dillon where will you be?"

"I'll be at the tridents."

"Berry?"

"I'll be at the tomahawks. Even though I'd rather be at the tridents…" I say rather bitterly.

They told us we should have separate skills so they keep us around as long as possible.

"Alright, let's head down there then!" says Tidal

"Oh please! You can't walk us down there. That's like having your mom walk you to class on the first day of school!"

Tidal and Brodie look at each other but then shrug and they wish us luck as they walk to the living room to put on their favorite Capitol program.

Dillon and I take the elevator down to the bottom floor. As we go down we run into the tributes from 8.

"You're the whore right?" says the District 8 girl

"Excuse me?" I say turning to her

"A whore is a girl who sleeps around for money. Pass around the hoo-hah for the moo-lah. You understand my question now?"

I look at her surprised at the amount of audacity she had talking to me. I mean I'm obviously not as trained as the other careers, but there is no way in hell she knows that. This is it. I look at Dillon and nod. The moment we prove our worth to the alliance.

We turn around and pin both tributes up against the wall.

"I might be a whore, but I know at least 56 ways to kill you from this position alone. Count your days sweetheart. They're numbered."

We release the tributes right as the elevator opens and we walk out like nothing happened at all.

Sebastian Brundyn-District 9 Male Tribute

"Now remember absolutely no contact with any of the other tributes until the games. At 12 o clock lunch will be served and you will need to meet in the lobby…"

I stop listening. It's the same damn speech I've heard on the television every year. I'm still so confused as to how I'm here. It's confusing, and definitely something that I wasn't ready for. I think at my reaping I played it off.

My goal was to come across as a player, but not exactly someone who was a straight out threat. Maybe someone that when you look at all the tributes with the stats next to them that you would expect to get to the top 10. That's my goal.

In reality I completely plan on charming the females to do exactly what I want.

I snap back into reality and notice people are moving around, so I begin to look around. I notice the District 2 girl staring at me, so I give her a wink and blow a fake kiss.

She rolls her eyes, but there is a smirk on her face as she walks over to me and invites me to the bow and arrow section.

"So, what do you do?" she ask

She does realize that I'm not a career district right?

"I'm not exactly sure to be honest. I'm pretty handy though." I say giving her a wink. She punches my arm playfully.

"Ms. Dollster, we will have to ask you to refrain from punching Mr. Brundyn."

She looks over to the Gamemaker and apologizes, and as she looks over to me she rolls her eyes.

"I won't lie to you, they sent me to scout you. They're interested in having you on the team."

That comes as a shock. Me? Why me? Did I stand out that much.

"We're only bringing two on though. Each of us picked someone. You're just the lucky contestant I picked. So don't disappoint me." she says as she shoves an bow and arrow in my hand.

I don't even know how to string this. I think she sees my frustration and confusion, because she helps string it and shows me how to set it up.

"Alright. Now you just aim and shoot."

I aim the best I possibly know how in the brief 5 minutes I've spent learning this and fire. It doesn't hit the bullseye, but it hits on the circle outside of it.

"Impressed." she says "I'll bring them the results. You just keep putting that weapon to good use."

"Shouldn't be too hard. I had a great teacher." I say with a wink as she walks away. She pretended to be unimpressed but I saw her grin.

Paris Bastillion-District 1 Female

"Alright, let me know your findings." I say as we gather again in the center of the room.

"The District 9 boy is excellent with bows and arrows." says Meg as she begins to blush.

Dear lord. This is the Hunger Games. Not the bachelor.

"District 5 boy was a bust." says Atticus as he looks slightly disappointed.

"District 8 girl is a scraper." says Berryalise as she spins the tomahawk in her hand, she has a couple of moments where it looks like she might cut herself, but if you aren't closely watching you wouldn't notice.

"District 9 girl was a total bust." I say

"We didn't see anyone we felt worth scouting." says Nero as he motions to Dillon.

Well I guess that is that. District 8 girl and District 9 boy.

"Can we let the District 8 bitch who is in charge of this alliance? Cause I have a problem with the way she talks to me." says Berryalise.

"Settle it in the arena." I say

"Who died and made you Princess of the careers."

I turn around and slam my shoulder into her chest. She falls back in pain.

"Everyone listen up. I might have pretended to be a little twit as I was reaped, but I promise I will slit anyone of your throats if you cross me in that arena. I'm leading the pack this year. If you have a problem with it, there is the fucking door." I say in my most authoritative voice.

No one seems to doubt or question anything that I say.

I look to Nero and Dillon. "Go tell our new recruits the good news." as they walk over to the two new tributes that are enlisted in our alliance.

Addison Low-Victor of the 225th games

"HOLY SHIT THAT DISTRICT 1 BITCH IS FIERCEEEEE." says Marissa as we watch through a one way mirror.

She is. Makes me proud to be a district 1.

"So why did you two bring me here?" says Calliope impatiently.

"Because we don't trust your bitchass. So you're stuck with us until we decide what to do with you." says Marissa.

"Plus your assistant Gamemaker, and assistants are to be seen and not heard." says Rachel as she flips her hair.

"Whatever." says Calliope as she stares at the model for the arena.

"Any ideas from what you see?" I ask plainly

She looks up at me surprised, and almost happy. She quickly changes her face.

"I don't like the concept as a whole." she says bitterly.

Whatever. She'll totally have a lot to say during the games. I'm just excited to see the private sessions.

I hope you enjoyed it!

Alliances

The Brat Pack (Careers)-Paris/Atticus/Nero/Meg/Berryalise/Dillon/Calico/Sebastian

I will have more, the careers are just essential to any HG story.

Fave POV?

Was Calico to brass? I thought it was funny when I was writing.

Thoughts on who you think who will align?

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Keep it classy,

Caleb