A/N: I was going to make this a full chapter but I decided that there was no way I could continue it after where I left out without seeming completely unrealistic. If you want me to clarify why after reading, shoot me a PM and I'll tell you, as I'm too lazy to type it all right now. I've got some news at the bottom I'd like you to read. Thanks.

Pilofa Silvennoinen Junior Gamemaker

I pick at my nails as we wait, silently cursing the bright artificial lights melting my makeup, leaving a soggy pastel puddle dripping down my sharp, lovingly enhanced cheekbones. "Ew, that's gross!" Marmalade hisses, batting at me with sharp violet fingers. I hiss in anger and push her away. Her wig quivers with indignity. "You should show more respect towards your elders." She hisses. I grin smugly at her. "I'm not going to respect someone who spreads herself on bread." I laugh. Marmalades eyes widen and she opens her mouth to spit another stupid "respect your elders" bomb at me, when a white-faced Avox slips in through the doorway, balancing a platter of fresh fruit and sausages with shaky hands. She must be a new one. But food is food.

"Excellent!" I cheer, bouncing out of my chair and practically dancing over to her. I grab a sausage and throw it into my mouth, letting out a strangled cheer when it hits my tongue. Marmalade gags. I open my mouth and show her the contents of it.

She is not pleased.

I grab a handful of pineapple and return to my plush velvet seat, taking a moment to shoot the cute redhead sitting a few seats away a wink, which he returns in kind. I think his name is… Bartaemus? Artaemus? It doesn't matter. By the end of the night, we'll have consumed so much wine that nobody will remember anyone's name. Alcohol is the best memory eraser.

I pop a pineapple into my mouth and startle when I hear the static crackle from the loudspeaker.

"The private training sessions are to commence!"

I grin. The Career guys are quite often very, very hot. Some of the outlier guys from working districts such as Seven and Nine are ripped too. And even if they turn out not to be, the Career boys are usually enough to quench my hot guy thirst.

"Dowry, Mason." You may now enter." The voice drones. I pull my clipboard and pencil on to my lap, eager.

Mason strides in and I whistle, appreciated. His skin is a warm gold, his arms ringed with muscles, and I'm totally feeling that sandy hair and those sky-colored eyes. He spots me and grins, eyes flashing. I wiggle my fingers at him and he smirks, winking in response.

Marmalade opens her mouth, looking affronted. Mason grins at her, too, and walks confidently over to the weapons station. He grabs a sword, makes sure I'm looking, and falls upon the dummy with an ornate ferocity. He hacks at it for a few minutes until he's dismissed.

"I think I'm burning up."

Suggested Score: 12 9

Notes: Hot hot hot! Somebody better give me some ice real quick.

Chablis is next, and there's definitely something up with her. She snivels and cries and barely dabs at her arm with the camouflage brush before descending into a puddle of sobs. But her eyes spit fire.

Suggested Score: 2

Notes: What are you hiding?

Taurus swaggers into the room and immediately dismembers a dummy. He's cute, in sort of a rugged, bad-boy way.

He stops being cute when he chucks an axe at the force field.

Suggested Score: 10

Notes: You're a dick. Hope you die in the Bloodbath.

Venie is next, and she acts in a manner similar to Taurus, which is immediately heading over to the weapons station without a word of acknowledgement for their benevolent Capitol. The nerve. She fires three arrows into the target, hitting the bullseye with one and the other two hitting the inner ring. She practices with a dagger for a little bit, and when she walks out, the dummy is worse off then when she started.

Suggested Score: 9

Notes: Every heard of shampoo?

Tesla stumbles in, almost as if coming in here's a complete accident and he's just looking for the bathroom or something. He blinks up at us owlishly, and turn away. He heads over to the electronic stations and fiddles with wires for a few minutes. I yawn and lean back, sipping lazily at my wine, when I hear a crackle and the lights all snuff out in the exact same time. I shoot up, slopping wine all over myself.

When we manage to get the lights back on, he's gone.

Suggested Score: Jeez, I have no idea. Let the higher-ups deal with this one.

Notes: Well played.

Futura paces in with a frigid expression. She heads to the electronics station and picks up a conductor.

And then she puts it down.

She walks towards us, eyes icy.

"Do you care? Even a little?"

She pauses for a second, studying our faces.

"I thought not."

And then she leaves.

I put my wineglass down.

Suggested Score: 10

Notes: When will you learn your actions have consequences?

Maximus is next, and I have to say I'm surprised at his cold manner. He certainly showed no self-restraint during the Reapings, and that's all he's doing now. Reining it in. Booo-oring. At least he's hot.

He calls for a trainer to join him and they spare, trident-against-trident. He beats the low and medium-level trainers easily and puts up a long fight against the high-level trainer until he has to leave. The trainer was gaining the upper hand, but it wasn't an official win nor an official lose.

Suggested Score: 9

Notes: Lighten up. Whatever happened to the guy from the reapings?

Serena neither floats nor drifts into the room, unlike our typical, waifish four girls. She's is basically living muscle, far from the Career girls so far- if Chablis even counts as a Career girl. She picks up a trident and spars with a medium-high level trainer for a few minutes before she gets bored and disarms him. To our great amusement, she spends the rest of the session painting greenish-blue waves up her arms. Not typical Career behavior, yes, but if you have a talent, why not flaunt it? Serena definitely had a talent.

Suggested Score: 9, maybe 10?

Notes: You've got my vote. Just remember to keep your head in the game, and you've got this in the bag.

Nyso is a timid figure, pointed nose quivering, eyes bloodshot. He spends a few minutes on the edible plants test, doing terribly, when Gwydion next to me makes the mistake of laughing out loud.

It seems his laughter is infectious, and it quickly spreads. Nyso's checks flush deep scarlet, and he runs over to the weapons station, grabbing a knife and stomping over to the dummies with an ugly snarl.

The thud of a dummy's head hitting the ground is enough to silence us.

Suggested Score: 7

Notes: I wasn't expecting that.

Hesiodia struts in, clad in a purple slip hardly appropriate for a girl of fifteen to don. She smirks at us, and the wine bubbles in my stomach. I desperately try to think of a synonym for strut as she walks over to the weapons station and leaps on a dummy. She pokes at it before walking backwards off of it. She bows dramatically, winks, and flounces off.

Suggested Score: 2

Notes: Well, at least you're confident in yourself.

Preston shuffles in, steps dragging on the floor. He walks over to the edible plants station, and gloomily takes the test, receiving a perfectly acceptable score of 81.29.

Suggested Score: 5

Notes: You outer district kids are so boring.

Quinn bounces in next, a surprisingly forced smile on her face. Her pained, stretched grin widens at the sight of us. She heads over to the snares station and sets up a snare. Then she ties a fisherman's knot. And then she leaves, still smiling painfully.

Suggested Score: 5

Notes: Well that was anticlimactic.

Gareth's gait is awkward. He flashes us a quick smile and heads over to the weapons station and grabs an axe. He hacks at the dummy with a set face, carving divots in stiff leather. He nods stiffly at us and walks out, looking mortified.

Suggested Score: 7

Notes: Don't be shy. That wasn't half bad!

Heavenly is next, and I'm relieved to see her walk is that of a girl with a purpose, not of a high, staggering idiot who keeps mentioning invisible, spider-shaped clouds. She heads over to the weapons station and grabs an axe, chucking it at the target three times before shrugging and heading over to the camouflage station to paint her body in warm shades of twisted bark brown.

Suggested Score: 6

Notes: Are you sure you aren't on morphling? Maybe you should be…

"Has it gotten hot in here?" I whisper when Ajax comes in. Damn, that boy is fine. He sees me fanning my face and grins up at me, reminiscent of Mason from before. Ajax isn't as hot as Mason, but Ajax is an outer district tribute, which means him being this hot catches me off-guard and I appreciate it more. I think he throws some knives or something. Who cares? He's smoking.

Suggested Score: 100! Fine, fine, 8.

Notes: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Cajsa comes in and does some edible plants or something. Whatever. I doodle a picture of Ajax on my notepad.

Suggested Score: 4

Notes: Who are you again?

Oh god. Oh god. He killed them. Rodrick killed them. He asks for an Avox and just… murders them. Stabs them. Over. And over. And over. Blood. So much blood… Thick splatters of brilliant scarlet. Oh god. Oh god. I want to go home. I want to go home. This isn't like the Games. This isn't like the games at all. I want to go home.

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A/N: Okay, so you should know is that Microsoft word decided it was time to go gently into this dark night. I managed to copy and paste my files into Google Drive, but I won't be able to write again until I get Microsoft word back. This could be a while, so I wanted to give you guys a heads up.