Alene Winter, 15, D7
I walk into the room, and the game makers seemed bored.
One of them scoffed when they saw me coming, and some of them even turned away from me and started muttering.
Obviously they don't expect much from me as a fighter because of my one arm.
I pout my lips. "Hi. Alene Winter", I introduce myself.
One of them nodded at me. "Begin", he waved his hand at me carelessly.
I huff. And head my way over to the axe's.
I pick it wave it over my head. For the first time since I started training, I lost control of my axe. It flew over my head and landed in the complete opposite direction to the dummy. I gasp, shocked at my own lack of co-ordination.
I grab it again. And close my eyes. Concentrate.
My nerves are getting the better of me as know of my horrible mistake that will cost my training score deeply.
I aim for the dummy, knowing exactly where I want to hit, and throw. I miss by a inch. My mouth becomes dry.
"Dismissed", called the game-maker who told me to begin.
"But… but…", I spluttered trying to regain myself.
"Dismissed", he called again.
I glare at him and storm out of the room.
….
Sitting on the coach on level 7, I rant and rave about the Game makers. My mentor Ryan puts an arm on my shoulder. "I have seen what you can do with an axe. But quite frankly I am glad it went tits up. By Christ you don't need the others realizes your stronger then you seem. A nice low score will do you proud. Will make the others not worry about you if they come face to face".
I contemplate this, but I kind of wanted the Gamemakers to know I am not a weak fickle thing, just because I don't have an arm".
"Alene… gains a score of… 4", called Caesar.
I hung my head, but Ryan seems thrilled. "Brilliant Alene. Now you won't get sponsors initially, but give it a little while, after a few kills, and they will come rolling in".
Gabriel Blackthorn, 18, D7
I stroll in the room.
I look at some of the Gamemakers, but quite frankly I don't really have time for them. I do not introduce myself, and I choose it would be wiser to just get on with it. The quicker I can show them my potential, the quicker I can leave and go back to my quarters.
I put up my axe, with great strength, and lob it across the room. It lands in the chest of the dummy with great force that it flew backwards across the room. I smile and grab another. I throw it sideways, it fly's spinning threw the air, and chops of the head of the dummy, with such force some of the Gamemakers gasped.
I chopped of legs, arms, and heads repeatedly, and savaged them to pieces.
I looked down at my mess, and felt pride for a few seconds. Then anxious. What had become off me. What were these games making me?
"Well done Mr. Blackthorn, called the balding man near the front. "You are free to go".
I didn't even look over at him. But marched across the room, and left.
…..
I felt bad about Alene, she hated that she was underestimated. She is so determined to make it home, but the people pointing, and laughing at her, mainly the capitol are making her angry. I kind of fear what impact it will have on her in the arena, this desire to prove herself.
I didn't know that she was so ruthless with an axe until I saw her with our mentor. She really is just as good as me, which makes me wonder why I should try so hard getting her home, when I could actually go home myself.
I would love her to go home, if I can't, but I'm starting to miss all my family, and I am not sure if she deserves it as much, now I know how she will kill so easily.
"Gabriel scores a…. 10", calls Caesar.
Ryan laughs loudly and slams me on the back.
"NOW THAT I CAN WORK WITH", he roars happily, making the district escort squeal.
I shrug. I really couldn't care. I knew I was as good as the careers.
Avalon Parker, 14, D8
I walk into the room.
"Miss Parker", greeted a Gamemaker. I smile looked around at all the selection.
I knew I was doing spears, even if I wasn't that great at them.
"Shall I begin", I asked unsure of what I was really supposed to do and when.
"When you're ready", he called back.
I smile again, and head over to the perfectly lined up spears. I take one of the rack, and start slicing at the dummy like I had learned.
I then made a trap, and showed how that if a tribute got stuck in the trap, I could spear them quite easily.
I knew what I was showing them was child play, and I would most likely only get a mediocre score. But it was all I was really capable off.
I am thinking about how to finishing up, and decided I had nothing to really lose. I picked up the spear, and threw it with all my might towards the direction of the dummies. I must have been a lot stronger then I had anticipated, because the spear went a lot higher. It hit a light fixture, which snapped, and come flying towards me.
I was quick, and flipped out of the way, doing a front somersault, landing on my feet with a gasp.
I heard a few claps. They thought I had meant to do that. I smiled awkwardly, and brushed myself up.
"Erm, that's all I really had prepared", I say.
One of them smiles. "Thank you Miss Parker you may go".
…..
I knew I wouldn't really gain much out of what I had done, but in all honesty, I know in that arena, if faced with a life threatening situation, I will fight with all my might. I will return home.
"Avalon with a….9"… called Caesar.
I shrieked. I cannot believe it. There has to be some kind of mistake. I have a 9. That is a great brilliant career score. I am not capable of this. I refuse to believe I scored the same as I did as district 2 male.
Eva turned around and carefully studied me. "Okay spit it out Avalon. What is it you can do that you decided not to tell us", she commented casually.
My eyes bulged. "Nothing. Well, it was an accident really. I knocked the light down and jumped out the way".
Eva raised her eyebrow.
I laughed. "Well I flipped out of the way actually".
She smiled. "You showed you had awareness of your surroundings. You don't get just good scores through your fighting. Though it obviously helps"
Gary Gregory, 15, D8
All I know about my training is that I was useless. I couldn't use weapons, I was clueless about plants and edible foods, and I am scared of heights.
I walked in and decided I would try and do some camouflage, I had spent a little time there, so decided to try and show them I could blend in with surroundings. Unfortunately they seemed very unimpressed with what I was actually doing, so it was obvious they could very clearly see me.
I knew what they wanted, so I thought that maybe I should just try my luck with small knifes. Although I wasn't very good at them, I did learn a bit.
I closed my eyes, and started lobbing them, just hoping that at least some hit the targets. After I threw about twenty, I opened my eyes. To my instant disappointment, I notice that only one of my knifes ever hit the target, and a knife was sticking out of one of the dummies hands. Least desirable and deadly place to get stabbed.
I sigh.
I manage to get a fire going, and keep it burning.
"Well, at least I won't be cold in the arena", I say to them pointing out my fire.
a couple of them laugh. "At least I have my humor".
"Thank you Mr. Gregory, you are free to go", calls a painfully high pitched voice.
…
Avalon somehow got a 9. When she explained how she did it, it didn't sound real. She has a talent. And she isn't sharing.
I really cannot see why she wants me as an ally.
"Remember you two. At the cornucopia. Run don't fight".
I roll my eyes. Grace keeps slipping in these little sentences every so often.
"Gary with a…. 2"…. Called Caesar.
I heave. Pathetic.
I excuse myself out of the room. I'm such a loser.
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