The next day Quasi and the other tributes stood lined up in the training room. "In two weeks twenty-three of you will be dead." Explained their trainer, a women named. Atala. "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 at the arena. "There are four compulsory exercises, 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, ten percent from infection, twenty percent from dehydration." "Exposure can kill as easily as a knife."
Quasi was at the knot tying station when he noticed a fight breaking out between to other tributes. "Where's my knife. Where did you put it?" Asked one of the tributes who he recognized as the tribute from the parade. The one who had been dressed as a gladiator.
I put my knife down and know its gone. So where did you put it. Leave me alone alright. The other tribute tried to walk away but the other guy grabbed his arm. Hey! "Fuck! You took my knife! I didn't touch your knife. I didn't touch your kni..,.."
You liar. You little punk! You took my knife. Get off me! Quasimodo watched as the two tributes began hitting each other as the peacekeepers and Atala ran to break up the fight. He then however noticed someone above them on the rope course above them.
Laying in the net above completely unseen was a little girl her dark brown eyes twinkled with mischief. She was twirling the so-called missing knife in her hand. She saw him watching and put her finger over her lips as if telling him not to give her away.
He grinned at this and kept his mouth shut as he watched Atala and the peacekeepers break up the fight. "I should better wait for the arena."
"You're the first one I get so watch your back huh!" Everybody back in line. Atala shouted You know you're next to me Cato! She snapped at the tribute who started the fight. He soon learned that day exactly what kind of tribute Cato was.
When Quasi mentioned Cato that afternoon Haymitch just looked annoyed. He's a career. You know what that is? Quasi shook his head confused. From district one, Right. Haymitch nodded, and two.
"They train in a special academy until they're eighteen then they volunteer, By that point, they're pretty lethal." Quasimodo gave a nervous gulp. So basically, they work for the capital. He thought nervously. That means they probably always win!
"But they don't receive any special treatment." "They stay in the exact same apartment as you do and I don't think they let them have desert, and you can." Said Effie trying to cheer them up but it wasn't working. What if that's the reason President snow wanted him. He saw as strong and wanted to use him as a career tribute.
Well that wasn't going to happen! Not as long as lived! So how good are they? Katniss asked. Obviously, they're pretty good. Haymitch said much to his dismay. They win it almost every year, but…Almost said Effie.
"They can be arrogant, and arrogance can be a big problem." He then changed the subject. I hear you can shoot. He said to Katniss. I'm alright, But not as good as Quasi. You know how to use a bow and arow? Quasimodo nodded sheepishly. Katniss taught me. She's actually pretty good.
Yeah well Quasi's also really strong. He blushed at Katniss's comment. S-She's not wrong. I mean not that its important. "No, but you might have a better chance of winning if somebody comes after you with a knife."
"I have no chance of winning!" None! Alright? "It's true." I mean….Look at me. I've never fought a day in my life. Katniss has a better chance of winning then I do. Katniss looked at him worried. I'm not very hungry. He said getting up from the table. I'm done too. Says Katniss following him.
The next day Quasi is trying the rope course and falls hard onto the ground. He turns to see Cato and the other career tributes laughing at him. Two of the girls where whispering about how ugly he looked.
He soon hears Katniss next to him. Throw that metal thing over there, she says pointing at a metal weight. He remembered what Haymitch had told them before coming to practice today and shook his head.
"No. Haymitch said we're not supposed to show our skills." " I don't care what Haymitch said. Those guys are looking at you like you're a meal. Throw it!" She had a point they where staring at him like a pack of wild dogs staring down a rabbit. He didn't have a choice.
He walks over to the metal ball and throws it at a set of spears. Cato and the other careers look at him clearly impressed; they even ask him if they wanted to join their team for the games. Of course, he declines not wanting anything to do with them.
On the last day quasi is at the camouflage station painting his arm to look like a tree. Hi. Katniss said greeting him. Hey, he said distracted. How did you do that? She said Intrigued. I uh..,. I used to be a bit of an artist back in my own time. Really? Yeah would paint pictures and stuff, nothing fancy just…. What ever I saw outside my window.
I'll show you. He placed his now painted arm on a tree behind him. His arm disappeared as if it was apart of the tree. See? Wow, Katniss said impressed. Yeah. Hey that reminds me I came over hear to tell you something.
What. I think you have a shadow, she said pointing behind her. He looked over his shoulder and saw the same little girl from his first day of training hiding behind a wall watching him. He smiled at her causing her to duck and run away.
That evening Haymitch explained to them about their upcoming evaluation tomorrow. "Tomorrow they'll bring you in one by one they'll evaluate you." This is important cause higher ratings will mean sponsors. This is the time to show them everything. They'll be a bow, make sure you use it.
They'll start with district 1, so the two of you will go last. Well, I don't know how else to put this. Make sure they remember you. Little did he realize that they would definitely be remembered.
As he sat waiting for his name to be called he tapped his foot nervously. He heard Katniss's name. Good luck he said. She nodded. You to. He waited. For his name to be called and then he heard it. Quasimodo Frollo. District 12. He took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. He opened the door and walked into the training area.