Polly Shadows, District 8 Female, 15 -

Polly woke up early the first day of training, and since she couldn't return to sleep, she wandered into the dining room. To her surprise, she wasn't the only one up.

Damien sat at the large dining table, shoveling food into his mouth.

"How is it?" Polly asked him. Damien nodded, his mouth still full. After swallowing, he replied,

"Good."

"Where did you get it?" Polly asked. Damien pointed a finger toward a long table at the end of the dining room, where plates of food stacked high. He immediately began eating more.

Polly walked over to the food table and began piling different items onto a plate. Growing up in District 8, she didn't recognize most of the food. As much as she wanted to try all of it, she didn't know whether she'd like it or not. Polly simply scooped a bit of scrambled egg onto her plate, a few strips of bacon, and one unfamiliar pastry that she thought she might as well try.

Polly sat across from Damien and began eating. The pastry was good, although a bit sweet for her taste. The eggs and bacon was fabulous.

"Is that all you're eating?" Coco said as she walked into the room. "Eggs, bacon, and a jam tart?"

"Well, I wasn't sure how well I'd like anything," Polly explained. "I don't want to have an upset stomach for the first day of training."

"That's fair. Most tributes just gorge themselves like pigs," Coco sighed, sending a disgusted look in Damien's direction. Damien didn't notice. "Are you going to ally with anyone?"

"Maybe," Polly shrugged. "It depends on whether I can find anyone to help my odds."

"All allies are useful," said Coco.

"Actually, most are liabilities or untrustworthy," Polly corrected. Coco rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, don't take my advice. Apparently, you know more than me," she said sarcastically.

"Yup!" said Polly, taking another bite of scrambled eggs.

Orcus Samuels, District 2 Male, 18 -

Orcus and the rest of the Careers gathered by the swords the moment they stepped into the training gym. Well, Orcus, Alina, Brooke, and Beatrix gathered by the swords. Lucius and Danny were absent.

"Where are your District partners?" Beatrix demanded, looking at Alina and Brooke.

"Lucius isn't joining the alliance," Alina said simply, beginning to wander away to inspect the swords.

"What?" demanded Beatrix.

"Oh, don't worry! He's crazy - we're better off without him," Alina assured her. Beatrix yanked her away from the sword rack.

"First of all, One, stay here. We need to decide on some things before starting to train. Second of all, Lucius will become an issue if he decides to try and kill us!" Beatrix exclaimed. Orcus's eyes widened at her intensity, and he slunk back a bit. Alina's eyes narrowed and she yanked her arm from Beatrix's grip.

"First of all," she said mockingly, "no one tells me what to do. I'm an asset to this alliance, and I don't have to be here if I'm not being treated with respect. Second of all, Lucius is weak. He won't bother us, and if he does, I'll kill him."

Beatrix's eyes widened momentarily, surprised by the challenge to her authority.

"I don't know why you assumed you'd take on this role as leader, but I'm not having it. I'll be the leader of this alliance - I have the most experience and knowledge," Alina continued. At this, Beatrix burst out laughing.

"I don't think so, One! I'm the one with more experience."

"Well, clearly you two are much too unstable to be the leaders of the Career pack," Brooke said for the first time, stepping in. "But don't worry. I'll be the leader."

"Unstable?" shouted Alina.

"You the leader?" Beatrix said skeptically. "No, I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Let's just vote!" Beatrix exclaimed. "Orcus, who do you want?"

"Huh?" Orcus asked, surprised by his sudden involvement. "Oh, um… I guess Beatrix?" Orcus said. He wasn't sure who he should vote for, but he had known Beatrix for a long time. And she'd be the most bitter about him not selecting her.

"Well, it looks like I'm leader!" Beatrix said happily, as Alina and Brooke groaned. "My first order: train!"

Bran Torrance, District 9 Male, 18 -

Bran saw the weapons all around him, and he was itching to use one. He hadn't felt his fingers around a hilt in so long…

"Excited?" Bella asked, appearing beside him. Bran nodded eagerly. "Go crazy, hun."

With Bella's consent, Bran took off. He had no clue which weapons to start with first, but he didn't care. All of them looked fun and interesting. He decided to go to the first weapon he saw - a spiked mace.

Grabbing the mace's handle, he walked over to a dummy and began beating it. He hit it over and over again until the stuffing began to fly out of it. Under his strength, the dummy's stand broke and it flew to the ground.

Bran didn't stop.

Bran continued to beat the dummy until all that was left was bits of cotton and scraps from the exterior.

"A spike mace?" Bella asked once again, appearing beside him with throwing knives in hand. "Really?"

Bran nodded.

"Well, if it works for you…" she muttered, walking toward the throwing knife station.

Bran resumed his attack on the dummy.

Alina Michelle, District 1 Female, 18 -

The Career pack was about to go to lunch when the boy from District 6 approached them.

"Hello, can we help you?" Beatrix said.

"Yes!" the boy said. "I'd like to join your alliance."

The Careers waited for more, but they quickly realized the boy was done speaking.

"We won't just accept you into our pack," explained Brooke. "You need to prove yourself."

"How?" he asked, confused. "I'm a strong guy, look at my muscles. You need more strong guys."

The District 6 boy flexed to prove his point.

"Fine, you're strong," conceded Beatrix. "But that's not enough! You have to prove your talent with a weapon."

The District 6 boy glared at them for a moment, angry that he couldn't just get in upon request.

"Fine!" he finally said, storming over to the sword rack.

He chose one of the largest machetes and walked over to a ring of dummies. Alina watched with interest as he began to beat the dummies up. His blade went swinging through each of the dummies, chopping off heads and skewering chests. His technique was sloppy, but he was strong and had lots of potential.

When he was done demolishing the dummies, the boy walked back over to the four Careers with a triumphant look on his face.

"Well? Was that good enough for you?" he asked, smirking. He knew the answer.

"I suppose," Beatrix sighed, and the boy pumped his fist.

"What's your name?" Alina asked the newest member of her alliance.

"Maximus Lorde," the boy from District 6 answered, "but you can just call me Max." He sent Alina a wink and she grimaced.

Alina didn't like Max, but he was strong and could be a useful asset to the alliance.

Brea Schofield, District 3 Female, 12 -

Brea squatted in front of the fire-making station, attempting to create a fire using flint. Leroy and Laurence watched her as she slammed the dagger down on the flint.

Brea still didn't like Leroy, but Laurence was kind and she trusted him. She thought he was voted in because people thought he was crazy and they were scared of him, but he wasn't scary.

Insane, yes, but not scary.

Laurence thought that his puppet, Leroy, was a living person and one of his best friends. He didn't realize that he was the one speaking for Leroy and controlling him.

It was actually kind of sad. Brea suspected he had something wrong with him - some psychological disorder, like schizophrenia. But she was no psychiatrist and didn't know much about mental disorders, so it wasn't like she could diagnose him with anything.

People would probably think she was crazy for allying with the wacko from her District. But a twelve-year-old girl in the Hunger Games will take what she can get.

It was unlikely anyone else would be open to allying with her. As weak as Laurence is, he was stronger than her and could maybe help her survive.

Brea struck the flint and got a small spark.

"Wow, you almost got it!" Laurence exclaimed happily.

"Yep, you're a quick learner!" his puppet agreed.

"I agree with Leroy," said Laurence.

Brea grinned at his support.

Out of the corner of the eye, she noticed the fire-making instructor watching Laurence like he was crazy. Brea wished she would stop.

Laurence didn't deserve all of the judgment. He was very nice, even though he and his puppet had conversations. It wasn't fair of the trainer to judge him.

But of course, nothing ever really was fair in the Hunger Games, was it?

Holly Amberson, District 7 Female, 18 -

Holly slammed her axe into the dummy, earning a considerable amount of praise from the trainer.

So far, Holly had been very skilled with the axe. According to Ash, that's why she was voted in. Her District thought she stood the most chance out of everybody.

While it was flattering in a twisted way, she was upset. It wasn't fair that hard work had led her to be sent to the Hunger Games.

Her grandmother always used to say, "no good deed goes unpunished." Holly disliked the phrase, wanting to believe in karma and good fortune for the good people, but now, she felt like it was her personal motto.

District 7 may have sent her into the Hunger Games hoping she'd emerge a Victor, but they'd be sorry when she did. Holly wasn't quick to anger, but she wasn't quick to forgive either.

Holly slammed her axe into the dummy again, picturing it as someone who might have written her name down. She didn't know who, but in her mind, the dummy was all of District 7.

Holly was glad she had decided to go solo, rather than ally with Pine. She had felt bad about it at first, but she could see that her younger District partner had another ally, now.

Yes, the girl from District 6 wouldn't be able to protect him as well as she might have been able to, but Holly didn't want to have to protect anybody but herself.

Holly was going to go home, and she couldn't let the responsibility of any other tributes get in her way. That was just a recipe for disaster.

Holly would win. She could win. Her District certainly thought so - after all, they put her name down for that exact reason.

District 7 thought Holly could win, and they were right about that. They'd likely be rooting for her now, but when Holly returned…

Well, there was going to be hell to pay.

Here's Training Day 1! Day 2 will be posted shortly. Sorry if your tribute hasn't gotten a POV yet and other tributes have gotten multiple. I have a plan in my head for each tribute to get an equal number, so if they don't have any yet, they're coming!

Brea/Laurence

Vicky/Pine

Bella/Bran

Alina/Beatrix/Orcus/Brooke/Max

Don't forget to review! That will be the main thing I base deaths on, especially at the beginning, so if you want your tribute to live, make sure to type out a quick review!

- Logan