Osiris "Ozzie" Dallesandro, 18.
District 2 "Male"

Ozzie woke with a start, a loud knocking ringing out at the door.

"Ozzie get your ass out of bed, it's breakfast time." The voice of their mentor, Omega, called through the door. Ozzie didn't exactly like Omega, preferring to do their own thing rather than be told what to do, however, his advice should be heeded no matter how highly Ozzie thought of themself. They rolled out of bed, pulling the door open.

"What the hell time is it?" Ozzie asked with a yawn.

"It's time to get up. Or 8 in the morning, if you were asking for the hour." Omega replied, looking them dead in the eyes. He wasn't the biggest, shorter than Ozzie by a few inches and slim, but he was smart, Ozzie had to give it to him. But just because he was smart didn't mean Ozzie had to give him their respect.

"8 in the morning? That's way too fucking early." Ozzie replied, rubbing their eyes in annoyance.

"Well, training starts in half an hour. And Creed's been up since 7, so you should get your ass out of bed and eat breakfast with us."

"Fine." Ozzie groaned, pushing the door closed as Omega took a step back from the door. They turned to the dresser nearby, placed on top of it was a neatly folded pile of clothing, which they assumed was for training. They pulled the burgundy red outfit on, swinging their arms around. It was a perfect fit, easy to move in. A good training outfit in their opinion. They walked from the room, towards the main dining room of the apartment. Seated at the table were Creed and Omega, Creed eating an apple and Omega drinking a cup of coffee, their conversation stopped as they walked in.

"Glad you decided to join us. Grab a seat if you'd like." Omega said, gesturing to the open chairs surrounding him. Ozzie took the one opposite of Creed, looking across the table at their District partner. Creed, seemingly wasn't much, she let Ozzie walk all over her. Ozzie sure didn't mind it, it just made her an easier pawn to control. And controlling pawns was one of their favourite things.

"So, what are we chatting about on this fine morning?" Ozzie said, grabbing a pear from the fruit basket on the table.

"Your poor attitude. Get your shit together kid, you're a Career." Omega said, sipping his coffee.

"Excuse me?" Ozzie said, raising an eyebrow. They couldn't believe Omega would ever talk to them like that, he was their mentor, he had to be nice to them.

"You heard me. Get your shit together or I'm not mentoring you. And I think you'd find my knowledge quite beneficial." Omega continued, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Do I really need your help?" Ozzie said, sliding their chair back and sitting.

"I'd take his advice." Creed chimed in quietly.

"I don't care about his opinion, why would I care about your opinion Creed?" Ozzie said, glaring at Creed. They didn't think Creed would be much of a threat to them, nothing more than another pawn under their ruling.

"Okay, that's enough out of you. Shut up or get out." Omega growled. Ozzie decided to shut up, despite Omega's size, he had killed 17 people in his Games to win the longest-running games ever, at 39 days. And Ozzie didn't want to be number 18. Ozzie bit into their pear in annoyance, shutting up.

"Good, thank you. I just wanted to drink my damn coffee without you being an asshole." Omega said, his tone one of annoyance. They finished their pear in a few bites, standing and tossing it in a nearby garbage can. They stormed through the apartment, to the elevator, not bothering to wait for the others. They pushed the button for the training floor, leaning against the wall of the elevator as it descended quickly, gliding effortlessly. They didn't like it, not being able to control the elevator, their life resided in its theoretical elevator hands, and they did not like it one bit. They'd much rather take the stairs than let the elevator possibly malfunction and kill them. The elevator slowed to a stop, the doors sliding open to reveal the training room they'd spend the next three days in. They stepped out of the elevator, the head trainer was standing nearby, she turned to face them as they walked in.

"Oh, you're early. Just uh, stand over there and wait for the other tribute to get here." She said, gesturing to the wide-open space around her. They knew they were in for a rough day.

Arvid Lidstrom, 16.
District 7 Male.

Arvid didn't exactly enjoy his current situation, but who would? He was stuck in the Capitol on his way into the Hunger Games in a few days. He sighed, turning to look around the circle of tributes surrounding him. They were only missing a pair or two, he didn't see the two from 10. Breccan, standing next to him tapped her foot impatiently. Finally, the nearby elevator glided open, the pair stepped out. There wasn't anything significant going on with the girl, however, the boy had his nose stuck in a book, reading as he walked. Their mentor, Danzig, called out something that he couldn't make out, and Ardley sighed, closing the book and turning around, tossing it into the elevator, at what he presumed was Danzig. He noted that for later, he liked having something in common with an ally and besides that, he could always use an ally or two, since he wasn't sure he wanted Breccan as an ally.

"Okay, cool. That's everyone. Welcome tributes, I'm your head trainer, Marcella. There are a few basic rules, don't break anything, no fighting between tributes, there's trainers for that if you'd like to spar, and if you have any questions, ask. Oh, and lunch will be around 11. Other than that, go free!" Marcella said, gesturing widely to the large room. He looked around, trying to decide where to start, many of the other tributes did the same, taking in all the stations. He spotted an axe-throwing station, and he beelined for it. Axes were easy, he came from District 7 and worked part-time in the forests, however, he'd never used one as a weapon. But how different could it be? He stepped up to the station the trainer, who smiled warmly at his approach.

"Hi! I'm guessing you're here for my station." The trainer said, gesturing excitedly to his aforementioned station.

"Yeah, I am." He replied nodding, the trainer nodded enthusiastically.

"I see you're from 7, do you have any prior experience?"

"Yup, I do," Arvid replied, a wry smile on his face. It was a District 7 stereotype, knowing how to use axes and such, but one that he fit, so he couldn't really talk.

"Okay, step right on up. I'll show you the basics first." The trainer said, gesturing to a spot in front of him. Arvid nodded, pulling a hair tie off his wrist and tying his still dyed blue hair back from his face. How hard could it be?

The lunch buzzer rang out, startling Arvid out of the zone he'd gotten into. He nearly dropped the axe he was holding but he recovered it at the last second, replacing it on the nearby rack of axes. There was something so mind-numbingly satisfying about throwing a sharp thing at a target and hoping it stuck. He stepped into the large cafeteria, there was a line of tributes at the front of the room which he promptly joined. He grabbed his lunch tray, turning to look over the rest of the room. There were quite a few tables open, tributes scattered here and there. He spotted the boy who'd been reading the book earlier sitting at a table alone, and decided on a whim to sit with him. He walked over, sliding into the seat opposite. Ardley looked up from his food as he did so.

"Hi, what do you want?" Ardley asked, looking slightly puzzled.

"Well, I was maybe looking for some allies I guess. And uh, I figured I'd ask you." Arvid replied. There was a pause, both sort of just looking at each other awkwardly.

"Uh. Yeah, sure!" Ardley said, nodding excitedly. Who knew getting an ally would be so easy.

Amara Fielder, 17.
District 9 Female.

Amara wasn't so sure what to think of the Capitol. It was the sort of place she knew she had to distrust. She stirred her mashed potatoes with her fork, unsure if she actually wanted to eat it. Her stomach growled, and she gave in, shoving the potatoes in her mouth. Training sucked so far, she'd spent the morning learning how to build shelters, which was decently fun, but she was already tired and the day was only half over. She chewed her potatoes thinking about how tired she was. She continued eating until something tapped her on the back, she jumped slightly, turning to see who, or what it was.

"Hi! I'm Cerdiwen. Would you mind if I sat with you?" A girl, Cerdiwen, said with a large smile on her face, gesturing to the seat next to her.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I'm Amara." Amara replied, nodding. Cerdiwen was, to say the least very pretty in her opinion, and she certainly didn't mind a pretty girl sitting next to her. That hadn't happened in a long time.

"So what have you been doing today?" Cerdiwen asked through a mouthful of sandwich.

"Oh, just uh making some shelters," Amara replied, stirring her potatoes some more. If all else failed, stir her potatoes she figured.

"That's super cool! I learned about fire-making. It's pretty easy, to be honest." Cerdiwen said enthusiastically. She sure was chipper for someone who was training to go to her death.

"So why are you sitting with me again?" Amara asked, curious as to why somebody would ever voluntarily sit with her.

"Well, you were sitting all alone, and I thought you looked sort of sad, so I decided to come and sit with you," Cerdiwen said, continuing to chew her sandwich thoughtfully.

"Thanks, I guess?" Amara said, unsure how to reply to such a comment.

"Yeah! Do you wanna train together? Maybe we can be allies too?" Cerdiwen continued. That, in all honesty, didn't sound too bad to Amara. Her District partner, Dustin, had turned down allying with her after he'd witnessed one of her episodes.

"Yeah, sure. Why not." Amara said, nodding.

"Allies it is!" Cerdiwen said, offering her a hand.

"Allies," Amara replied, shaking it firmly. Ceridwen's hands were smooth, warm. She dropped it quickly, not wanting to think about that. Just because her new ally was pretty didn't mean she could get attached.

"Five more minutes for lunch, Tributes." The head trainer, Marcella, called from the door.

"Are you done? I'll take your tray if you are." Cerdiwen said, gesturing to her half-eaten food.

"Yeah sure, take it. Thanks." Amara said, nodding. Cerdiwen smiled at her, grabbing the tray out from in front of her. She couldn't help but smile back, she was too pretty not to. She watched as Cerdiwen walked away, dumping the trays at the tray return spot before making her way back to Amara.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Cerdiwen asked as she pulled herself to her feet.

"Uh, well I just did shelter building, and you did fire making, so why don't we try something else?" Amara replied as they walked to the door of the cafeteria, returning to the stopping just inside the main training room, and looking around at the overwhelming quantity of stations.

"How 'bout we try that one?" Cerdiwen said, pointing to the edible plant's station. It wasn't a bad choice, not one bit and Amara already knew some things about edible plants, having had to scavenge for food in the forests at points.

"Sounds good," Amara replied, nodding. Cerdiwen smiled at her, she could feel a blush creeping onto her face. Just don't get attached, she thought as they walked to the station.

Impala Westney, 16.
District 6 Female.

Impala dropped the electronic parts on the table, using a few choice curse words to express her frustration. She'd been trying to put a solar panel powered water-purifier together for the past hour, and she'd gotten almost nowhere with it. It was a lot harder than cars, cars she could do easily, but this was just ridiculously hard for no apparent reason. She tossed the screwdriver on the floor, standing up to stretch and take a breather, to clear her mind before she tried again. She knew she could figure it out, she just needed to think. As she took a short walk, she spotted a boy, seated on the floor in front of the same kit she'd been given. As she walked by, he called out to her.

"I think you've got the solar panels attached to the wrong thing." The boy said.

"What?" Impala asked.

"I think you connected the solar panels in the wrong spot. Here, I'll show you." The boy, she thought his name might be Lynus said, standing and walking over to her half-completed kit. He bent down, peering into the underside of the panel, before tapping it with the screwdriver he was holding.

"So what's wrong with it?" Impala said, peering in alongside him.

"Well, you did actually plug it into the wrong thing, the wire's supposed to go here," Lynus said, unplugging the blue wire, and re-plugging it into another port. The green light that was supposed to turn on when it was working flicked on.

"How did you know that?" Impala said, chuckling at her own stupidity. She'd gotten worked up over practically nothing, all she needed to do was plug the stupid wire into a different thing.

"Oh, I made the same mistake on mine," Lynus said, gesturing to his.

"Ah, makes sense. I'm Impala by the way. District 6." Impala said, extending a hand to the boy.

"I'm Lynus. District 3." He replied, rubbing the back of his head nervously. She took back her hand, nodding. At least she was right about his name.

"Are you looking for allies?" Impala said, cutting right to the point. She was looking for allies, and she wanted to lock them in early, so she didn't have to worry about them later. Besides that, she liked how Lynus rolled, he seemed to be knowledgeable in the same areas she was.

"Yeah, sort of I guess. I already have an ally, but I doubt she would protest more." Lynus said, smiling awkwardly.

"Oh, who?" Impala asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My District partner. Selene. That's her over there." Lynus said, pointing to a girl with long dark hair at the knife-throwing station. She watched as the girl nailed a dummy three times in the chest and head with knives.

"Damn. Yeah, I'd be interested in allying with you two." Impala said, nodding. The girl seemed to be good, almost trained despite being from 3. She wondered how she ended up with those skills since it wasn't an everyday thing you knew how to do.

"Lemme go talk to her, give me a sec," Lynus said, holding a finger up before walking away, over to the girl. She watched as he tapped her on the shoulder, she turned and they had an exchange, him gesturing to her. The girl, Selene, nodded before she and Lynus returned together.

"I'm Selene. I've heard you're looking for allies." Selene said, sticking a hand out to her. She wiped her grease-covered hands off on her pants, before shaking it.

"Yeah, I am. Lynus here said you two might be looking for more yourselves." Impala said, crossing her arms in front of her. Selene nodded, looking at Lynus who was standing nearby.

"How about you spend the rest of the day with us, and then we'll make our decision," Selene said. Impala had to give her credit, she was smart. Impala agreed with it though, she wanted to spend more time with the pairing before making any concrete decisions. However, she liked her odds already.

"Sounds good. Where do we start?" Impala said, raising her chin. She wanted to seem confident in her abilities. Selene grinned, and Lynus smiled, nodding his head. Impala liked her odds better than ever.

Training Day 1! Woo. So I know I said Farro was supposed to be this chapter, but I switched her out for Impala at the last minute, don't worry, she'll be soon. Anyways, I'm loving writing this Capitol stuff, and the next chapter featuring: Selene, Creed, Echo and Terce. See y'all there soon. Signing off,
-Times.