Authors Note: Sorry for the late post. University hit me harder than I expect. Anyway, here is Paisley and Chrisjen's POV. Chosen Warriors is getting there and District 12 is in the works for Another Brick in the Wall. Enjoy.

Paisley Delcor, 18

District One Female, Pair 1

Paired with Ezra Arlington, District One Male

I had decided it was best to get lunch an hour earlier than expected. So without a word, I placed the sword I had been training with back on it's rack and left. As expected, Ezra followed behind like a lost puppy. He had no way to know what I was doing yet he obeyed, willing to take part in whatever I had planned. Thankfully for the both of us, I was just hungry.

When we entered the white room, adorned with furnishing of Amber, the blonde male sighed. Annoyed by the lack of training for a small amount of food. He knew the importance of food yet Ezra liked to flex his dominance over the other Tributes. He wanted them to know his crooked smile would be the last thing they saw.

We were met with blue-haired woman who stood behind a counter of shimmering glass. Behind the pane being a lavish selection of food, iced cupcakes, food to die for and row upon row of non alcoholic drinks that glistened in their colourful array of glass bottles.

As I looked on in amazement, Ezra grumbled, shuffling towards the nearest table to pout and sulk. Trusting me to order his food for him.

"What's that?" I asked the woman, pointing towards a slender, pink bottle. The labele fashioned to look old and worn with the illustration of a dog printed above faded lettering.

"Raspberry and apple soda. Made with real fruit from Eleven, here in the Capitol!" She said in a grating, high pitch voice most Capitolites shared. I was too amazed to care.

I had tried raspberries the odd few times throughout my life. Every odd summer, my mother would come back from the market with a small box of raspberries and turn them into a pie. I would watch her cook with childlike wonder, perched on the counter, my legs swinging of the side. If I was there, she would always place one aside and once the pie was in the oven, she would kiss me upon my coily black hair and pop the berry into my mouth. On the other hand, apples were not hard to come by. There used to be a large, old thing in the yard of the training centre. Every summer, trainees would clamber up on the thick branches to collect as many apples as they could. Every time I was left pulling a large sack of them through my door. Every year I gained more until I had to allow the younger children to have a turn. I was not one for giving in but even I could not eat a tree full of apples before they turned.

Due to these memories, it seemed only right to order the drink along with a steak and ale pie. Something my father spoke of from his childhood yet I had never experienced myself.

"And the boy?" the woman asked, gesturing towards Ezra.

I gave a shrug. "A glass of water and a cheese sandwich please, hold the butter."

When I arrived at the table Ezra had chosen, his eyes were fixated on the boy from Ten holding a sword, trying to slaughter the dummies before him. The anger in Ezra's eyes brought a smile to my face.

"He can't even hold it right," my District partner hissed, crossing his arms across his chest.

I gave a chuckle. "Why don't you teach him?" I said through a grin. Ezra didn't reply, instead, he just narrowed his eyes at me. "Well, you seem to care so much." Once again, he didn't reply, but he did move his gaze from Frederick and over to the food that lay before him. It then flickered over to my food and he grumbled something under his breath.

"Why am I stuck with this shit?" He hissed, pulling a face at the large cheese sandwich before him.

I rolled my eyes. "It would have been good enough for you in One," I sighed, pulling the paper straw from it's packaging. "So hush and order your own food next time."

Ezra pushed the plate away from him. He would eat it in due time but right now, he was annoyed with me. And I think I knew why.

"You want to talk to me about something." he stated, taking a reluctant sip of his water. "That's why you dragged me here before the other Tributes arrived."

I gave a nod. "Correct."

"And it isn't about our strategy, we already have that down. So it has to be allies."

I hesitated before answering. "Yes-"

"I knew it!" he snapped, bashing his fist on the table, causing my drink to fizz from inside the locked bottle.

"Ezra!"

"Why can't it just be you and me," he whispered, his eyes full of anger and intimidation. "Do you want to trust other guys around you?"

I gave a sharp intake of breath at his final words, angry he would use something from my past to get me to agree. He had learned too much from me.

"Because it is the aim of the game!" I growled, making Ezra back away into his seat. "I hate the idea of allying, even more so with this twist. I'd rather it was just you and me. However, being the only Career pair-"

"We have an advantage!"

"No, we have a target on our backs. Do you not think the other Careers are going to band together and hunt us down like rats? Keep your friends close but your enimies closer. You should know that, Ezra,"

"But-"

"You can be the leader!" I said sharply, gaining the boys attention. "That way, you can pick and chooses who is in or out and you won't have anyone controlling you." It felt strange to give up leadership to Ezra but it was for the best. That way, he had more chance of agreeing to a Career pack. And it gave me say in what was happening without being in the firing line if something went wrong.

"Fine," Ezra grumbled, like accepting the leadership role was a chore. "I don't want anyone who is not a Career then-"

"Not even ten male or Nicholas?"

Ezra shook his head. "Ten can hardly hold a sword, he is also full of arrogance. He would just slow us down. Nicholas didn't volunteer, he might not agree with our motives of victory."

I gave a shrug. "Fair enough on Ten but Nicholas I feel we should give a chance. He won't accept the offer if he does not agree with our means."

Ezra grunted in agreement. "Fair enough. Nicholas, Noelani, Invida and Stephen-"

"What about their partners?"

"We will watch them, if they are weak, the Tribute will have to kill them during the bloodbath to gain their spot. They are not accepted otherwise."

I thought for a moment, chewing on a bit of stake. "But what if it kills them off?" I asked. "We don't know how connected everyone is yet-"

"Then we get the big guns out of our way. We won't be that connected anyway. Everyone would die too fast, it would be no fun to watch. I have a feeling killing is the only true way out of the pairs."

I gave a nod but when I looked into Ezra's eyes, I felt my heart skip. However, this time it wasn't because of his looks that I refused to admit I found attractive or the fact I felt safe within his gaze. No, for the first time, I felt threatened. I always had Ezra down as bit of a brute, not one for brains. But the fact he figured this out, something I should have noticed a long time before he did changed everything.

Ezra was smarter than I thought and it was looking like the bonds that held us together were nothing more than emotional.

Chrisjen Dalteir, 17

District Seven Female, Pair 12

Paired with Andrew Straus, District Eleven Male

It had been a rather dull morning for me and Andrew. We got the required tasks out of the way, and now we were left bored and wondering the various stations. If someone had asked me a few days ago what I would have focused on, I would have been able to give a well educated answer. However, being here in person, your mind just went blank. Three days was not enough to learn a new skill completely. Pick up a few bits of information was the most you could achieve. However, with the added worry that something you overlooked could be the death of you, it was worrying.

Andrew tried to lift the mood with jokes you would only expect to come from a father but I could offer nothing more than a smile and a nod. Every station represented a threat if I did not learn the craft. Plant identification, seemed dull but what if I ate a berry that was a deadly? Shelter making, seemed self explanatory but what if it wasn't? Stuck in a stormy arena with nothing but a thin jacket. The head trainer was correct, the Tributes were not our main threat, the elements were. And every station I looked too, I saw another possible death play out. But which one do you decide will help you?

Johanna told me to look for clues in the stations to what the Arena was yet so far, everything seemed all of the place. Long range weapons, short ranged weapons, shelter making, cave hunting. It was all over the map and we had yet to attend a station long enough to take the finer details in.

Andrew must have sensed my concern as after a few laps around the room, he gave a sigh.

"Should we just try the plant station?" He asked, stepping in front of me and grabbing my shoulders. I frowned and looked towards the basic setup of plants and books. "It seems the best all rounder, food, health, poison. It beats just walking around." I couldn't argue with the man on that. We at least needed to pretend we were good at something.

"We should do okay," Andrew said with a grin as we started to move. "You're from Seven, I'm from Eleven, both involve plants, we will at least get some right!"

I wish Andrew was correct but he was far from it.

The station held a number of things both of us had never seen.

The first one we came across was a small, jagged leaf that ended in a point. Every plant was kept inside a small, glass box but even I could see the prickles on the surface. It was to no surprise that we placed it into the deadly section, although we agreed it would be more uncomfortable. However, the attendant just shook her head and moved over to help some other Tributes.

With a sigh, Andrew picked up one of the books on a neatly laid out shelf. He flicked through page after page, taking in every detail until it passed the book back to me.

"It's called a Nettle and it is edible, best boiled." I scrunch my face up at the thought.

"Wouldn't you sting your tongue?" I exclaimed, passing the book back to him.

He shrugged. "It's says only if you eat it wrong." I couldn't imagine a time when I would resort to such a food. In fact, I didn't want to as I would most likely be close to death.

With a groan, I turned to look at the other plants. "I guess we should look these up as well-"

"Chrisjen?" A small voice chirped from behind me. Both me and Andrew turned to see Laura, the girl from District 12. He curly hair forced into a bun and her brown eyes frantically looking around like someone was after her. When her eyes settled on Linden at the fire making station, she mellowed. "I wanted to ask you something about...your District partner."

My eyes quickly darted over to Andrew who couldn't have cared less, flickering through one of the books in search of a yellow flower.

"Okay then," I said, pushing myself to my feet. "Walk with me."

The pair of us walked a few feet until we were in a silent corner of the room, away from everyone else. I then stopped, turning towards Lura.

"So, what is it?" I asked rather sternly.

Laura looked over her shoulder like someone was following her. "Does Linden have anything against...poorer people?"

My face softened. "I can't say I know, I've only ever seen him from the distance...has he given you a reason to be concerned?"

The girl shook her head then paused, her mouth hung ajar. "Well," she whispered. "He is the mayor's son and I'm, well, let's just say my family don't always know where our next meal is coming from."

I smiled at the girl's nerves. With a sigh, I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Liden still works even though he doesn't have to. He is a big advocate for equal pay and treatment of workers, so is his father." Laura's face lit up slightly, a smile spreading across her face. "So I wouldn't see why he'd judge you for the life you were born into."

"Oh thank you," she said brightly, turning to walk off. I grabbed her arm and pulled her close so I could whisper in her ear.

"You and Liden should join us for a chat," I said, gesturing towards our partners. Laura's smile dropped and I realised my attempt at friendship was far from inviting. "I mean, we needs allies, after all!"

Laura smiled, letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, I'll ask him!" she beamed before running over to Liden.

Smiling, I walked back over to Andrew and sat down. The boy looked at me with a weary eye, glancing over to Linden and Laura.

"What was that about?" he asked slowly.

"I think we might have some allies," I said with a shrug.

Do you think Liden and Andrew will agree to the alliance? What do you think will happen to the Career pack?

Hopefully, the next chapter will be back to four POV's per chapter instead of two. As you know, these were seperated due to time constraints. Let me know what you thought of this chapter and I'll see you in the next one!