Alban Roth- District Eight male

The air was tense.

The male was nervous, to say the least. He and his partner were the third pair in after the careers, who were already giving the two of them looks. He rolled his eyes, already looking around the room.

From his spot he casted his eyes across the training room, making sure to note where all the stations were at. Blowing out a breath, he watched as the room filled up. Breakfast had been quick, and he only ate a little. Alban was more than nervous.

What happened here over the next three days, would either make or break him in the Arena.

The trainer started her speech.

"In two weeks, 23 of you will be dead. One of you will be alive. Who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next four days, particularly to what I'm about to say. First, no fighting with the other tributes. You'll have plenty of time for that in the Arena. There are four compulsory exercises, and then the rest will be individual training. My advice is don't ignore the survival skills. Everybody wants to grab a sword, but most of you will die from natural causes. 10% from infection, 20% from dehydration. Exposure can kill as easily as a knife."

He rolled his eyes.

Days one and two would be spent on weapons, mainly spear and probably knives.

Day three was going to be spent on survival stations. Fire making, Camouflage, how to build traps.

Soon they were dismissed and after watching his district partner head off towards the knives, he made his own way to the spears. He was the only one there, at least for now. Selecting a medium weight on, he got his grasp right, brought his arm back, and sent it flying. It embedded itself into an outer circle.

He shook out his arm, and selected another one, and threw it, watching as it went closer to the circle.

He spent the next half hour on spears before heading to the mostly empty knife station, taking the spot next to Grazyna, a smile on his face.

He could do this.

Barron Oakridge, District Seven Male

A smile grew on his face as he watched the knife land in the center.

Training had been going better than expected, well at least so far. He had spent a little time at the fire starting station, managing to learn something there. Letting out a breath, he sent another knife flying towards the target.

He could see Lindsay in the farthest corner station learning how to set traps. She was shying away from the trainer, and seemed uneasy. He sighed, knowing that he would have to keep an eye out for her in the Arena.

Unless, they allied up.

Sure, they had talked about it on the train. They came to the agreement that they would train together and if they found each other in the arena then they would ally up. Grabbing another knife from the tray, he shook the thoughts from his head, and let the knife fly.

Bullseyes

He could see some people have already allied up, mainly in groups of two and four. He was surprised to see District Four already making themselves a part of the Career pack, and what seemed to be the male from One making himself leader. Barron scoffed and turned his attention to the station.

He would spend the rest of the day learning the survival stations. Another knife was sent flying. He felt confident with them, and was pleased that he would be able to polish up the skill. The male sent a smile to Lindsay as she switched to another station, and got a shy one in return.

Grabbing all of the knives, he placed them back onto the tray, running through the same cycle.

Inhale.

Arm Back.

Exhale.

Release.

"Everything going okay?" He asked Lindsay as he joined her at the plant identifying station.

"Yeah, it's just seeming so real now. Makes me more nervous than I already am."

"We'll be okay, don't worry."

River Candlewood-District Four Female

"We'll split up. Bris and River to the obstacle course on that far wall." Nodding, the two set off, River rolling her eyes. Honestly, if anyone should be in charge of the careers, it should be her! Not that measly boy from One. The two got in line behind the female from twelve, and started talking amongst themselves.

"We'll do this a couple times and then when they split for weapons, we probably should too. Take the first day and a half with them, and then we go learn what we need to go and learn." Bris spoke, turning to face his district partner.

"Sounds good, I'll be wanting to work on some survival skills, never know when they'll come in handy." River commented, watching as the female as head of her started on the course.

To start there were large steps that you would have to get across. The some set of bars that you would need to swing across, followed by a balance type thing, while dealing with trainers trying to hit you. The last thing was a large net you would need to climb down.

Then it was her turn.

Taking a deep breath, she launched forward, easily making it over the steps. She had to force herself harder as the last one was the tallest one. After taking a breath, she moved and grasped the first rung.

She found it easy to swing herself across, and dropped to the other side quickly. With quick steps, River tried to rush her way across to the other side of the balance beam, managing to escape a hit in the face. After a few hits to the back of the legs and side, she came to the net, quickly scaling down the side of it.

Letting a deep breath escape she glanced at the clock and saw that she did it in a reasonable time. Turning her attention to Bris, she saw him shoot off like a rocket, easily doing the course. They repeated the course a second time, taking seconds off their first times.

That was when they split off, and River headed off to fire making, set on learning the tricky art of it.

Morgan Galloper-District Ten Female

This was where she was most comfortable.

Working by herself.

Alone.

After being dismissed by the head trainer, Morgan headed off quickly, knowing where she was headed. The fire station was only occupied by the female from five, who Morgan gave a half smile to as she approached the station. The trainer smiled at her, as she sat down next to an open spot.

"It's easy once you get the hang of it." The trainer started off, as she reached for the flint, steel and some form of clothing along with some tinder. A pile of sticks waited next to her. "All you do is Take your flint in your left hand with the char cloth just underneath the sharp edge of the flint. Strike the steel down against the flint, as if you were trying to shave off a small piece of the edge of the steel, because you a few strikes a spark will land on the char cloth and you will see a faint glow. The glow will create a ring of red as the ember spreads out away from the point of contact. Fold the char cloth into a smaller square and place it into the nest of tinder, and fold the tinder over the top to make a small ball. Smoke will float out through the tinder, and a few puffs of air will increase the flow. A steady blow and your tinder will burst into flame."

Shrugging slightly, Morgan grabbed the flint and steel, reaching so she was closer to the embers. Placing the flint in her left hand, she started to strike the steel against the flint. The first couple times, she ended up dropping the flint, before she finally got a good grasp on it. After about five minutes later, she finally saw the embers catch. Working quickly, she grabbed the cloth and placed it on top of the embers, and watched as it catched. Making sure she was careful she placed the sticks near on it.

"Fastest time anyone has gotten it so far." The trainer spoke as she moved to stop the fire.

After repeating the station a second time, she said her thanks to the trainer and made an exit. She could see the female from four taking her spot as she moved to net and climbing. Luckily, they had a few fake trees to use. Grabbing the first branch, she started to pull herself up.

One foot in front of the other.

Grazyna Sewc-District Eight Female

"Dismissed." The head trainer called out, and the twenty four tributes disbursed. She sent Alban a quick wave as she watched him head to the spears, as she headed over to the knives. Choosing the spot furthest away from the next person, she assessed the knives she had. They were good quality, better than the ones in eight. She spotted out of the corner of her eye, someone coming up to the station next to her. The female from six seemed skiddish and shy. Grazyna only hoped that the girl could make it.

Grabbing the lightest knives and separating them from the heavier ones, she picked up the lightest one, and sent it flying. Adjusting her stance and turning her body slightly, she grabbed the next one, and raised her arm back and threw it with a good force behind it.

"You need to widen your stance a bit more." She heard a voice say behind her. The knife in her hand slipped and clattered to the floor. The girl, she remembered to be Saigon from Eleven, was smiling.

"Oh, thanks." Grazyna replied, making the adjustment. Already she felt a bit better, and not as off balanced. She watched as she took the station on the other side. The next half hour was filled with the sounds of knives hitting the targets and various side conversations.

Inhale.

Armed raised.

Exhale.

Throw.

Most of the time, she managed to get near the bullseye. Other times, she was caught off guard, and the knife would slip and hit the ground.

As much as she wanted to spend the other two days of training at the knives, she would need to focus on survival stations a bit more. Fire making and trap making were the first two on her list to go to. Those, to her, were the most important.

After setting the knives up back onto the rack, she heard Saigon call out to her again.

"Want to go learn trap making?" The female asked, as she approached Grazyna.

"Yeah, sounds good!"

Alec Hunter- District Two Male

Watching with careful eyes, he watched his fellow careers split into pairs and head off. The pair from four went to one of the many obstacle courses. Jasper had seemed to make himself leader, making Alec roll his eyes. The male from one went over to the fire making, arrogance coming off of him in waves. Scoffing out, he turned to head over to the sword station. His partner almost reluctantly headed off to the plant identification station. The female from one went over to the archery station.

Blowing out a sigh, he selected the right sword, testing the weight of it in his hand. The trainer stayed back, and Alec was thankful for that. Letting out a deep breath, he let himself get into the mindset and just let go.

Lunge.

Back.

Swing.

Impale.

The cycle went on and on. He always loved this. It was his calm place, where he could just let go of any thoughts that were bothering him.

Back.

Swing.

Lunge.

Back.

Taking in a deep breath, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but grin at the damage. He could see the female from eleven looking his way and sneered at her. Setting the sword back up on the rack, he sauntered over to the plant identification station. His district partner was just finishing up when he came over, and smiled at him.

"Have fun with the sword?" She teased him, tossing him an almost flirty smile.

"Having fun with the plants?" He spoke, leaning against a fake tree next to her.

"Eh, a lot of them look the same, but it should be easy for you to remember most of them." She finished her turn, and with a wave and a smirk went on to the next station she had in mind. The display board seemed to be on some sort of matching game. Cracking his knuckles, he selected the button to start.

The matching game was an experience. With as big as a screen that it had, it was difficult for Alec to find matches sometimes. Within twenty minutes he cleared the board, and spent the next thirty slowly starting to get faster at it. With a nod from the trainer, he headed to the next area next to it, which would show him the plants in better detail and explain what they were and what they did.

Blueberries and nightlock looked similar, though he quickly learned that the inside of nightlock were purple rather than the greenish color of a blueberry. Nightlock would and could kill you in less than a minute. He would have to steer clear of those, but would keep them in mind for they may be of use later in the Games.

Blowing out a breath, he was relieved when the bell for lunch rang. Catching up with the other careers, he followed them out towards the lunch hall.

Lia McMuraro-District Twelve Female

The female grunted out as she landed on the ground again. She had just finished up the main course and was headed to the empty gauntlet station. Lia pushed herself up and headed back to the beginning. She had been getting tips from the trainer on when to duck, jump and move to get out of the soft padded club way.

Tightening her ponytail, she took off again, sidestepping the first one, jumping over a low one and ducking under a high one. When she reached the top, she felt relief, and couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. Making her way down, she wiped her face, clearing it from the sweat that had appeared on it.

She hummed softly as she moved the station at the furthest corner of the room, one that usually remained untouched, but was still there. Something that would help her in the Games, and would be of high use to her. The trainer seemed surprised to see her walk over, and seemed eager to help her.

He showed her the basics of the station. What plants were poisonous, in greater detail than the plant station, how to combine them to make a poison and how to make the antidote for just about any poison.

"Nightlock, and hemlock are probably the most lethal out of all of them. The others would need to be combined with something else to make it lethal." The trainer pointed out as he grabbed a container of those plants. "But if you want something more discreet, then something you can put into water would be useful."

Grabbing a packet of something, he handed it to her. "This is the most poison powder we have. There's no name for it. Add about a half a teaspoon to a pot of water, works within twenty minutes." He placed the packet back to where it was before. "But, if you know the antidote, then you can save yourself from it." The man grabbed a couple ingredients and showed them to Lia.

She nodded, making mental notes of what she was learning, knowing that this would be her way of killing once the Games got good.

They got started then, her getting hands on with everything.

This was going to be good.

Abigail Hayes- District Six Female

Glancing around the room, the female stopped and looked to see which station was the most empty. Most of the weapons were full, so those were out of the question. The only really open station was the trap station.

Making her way over, she steered clear of the careers and sat down at the open spot at the station. The trainer almost instantly burst into her lesson.

"Wrap the end of the wire a few times around a the ends of the wire together and over each other a few the stick and you should have a nice the other end of the wire through the loop. You should be able to tighten the snare by pulling on one 'll want to set up your snare near some type of tree or shrub. A young tree is always a good engine because it's bendable and quick to snap back into place. The trigger consists of two parts: The hook and the leading line. The leading line connects the trigger to the engine - usually a wire of some trigger is connected to the noose and should tighten very quickly when pulled by the can build an effective trigger by finding two pieces of wood and carving interlocking notches into the sides of each. The base of the trigger should be sturdy and stay in the ground. The hook in the trigger should be able to slip out at the slightest touch, so that if an animal passes through the noose, the trigger will slip out and tighten up by being pulled with the engine." She concluded, and then launched into the demonstration

Abigail watched with close eyes, watching as the woman did exactly what she had just said. Her and the other person over there were released and allowed to do it on their own. It took her a while, spending a lot of time fumbling over the steps that took careful precision. She was able to finish it though, and with a few instructions from the trainer, set on making another one.

She was confident that she would be able to pull off a decent trap in the arena when she was done. After thanking the trainer, she headed to the now mostly empty knife station, taking a spot two away from the girl from Eight.

From time to time as she tried to land the knives, she could sense the girl glancing at her. Probably sizing her up, most likely thinking that the girl wouldn't make it far. Scoffing out, she raised her arm and threw the knife in it with more power and grinned as it landed close to the bullseye.

Game On.

Theflowercrowns here

Sorry for the almost month long break from this. Writing this chapter took a while cause I just didn't know how to write it. But, I'm hoping that the next two chapters will come easier to me.I'm sorry that some of the parts are so short and vague, I honestly rewrote them so many times.

I'm all done with college til next semester, I'm excited to have more time to write.

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