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Patience's POV
When I awoke Ferrera was standing over me, smiling his head off. I sat up abruptly, and got dressed in the corner while he stood there still. The look on his face said, We're going out. I didn't like the sound of that.
"What?" I said when I was finished, holding my hands on my hips. To Ferrera I probably looked childish. He laughed, and grabbed my arm, pulling me down the hall of the fancy Capitol building. Why is he being so nice? Doesn't he realize it will be so much harder to kill him if I have emotional ties? That's what he wants, isn't it? He wants to make it hard for me to kill him, because he knows I'm fragile. What a bitch.
"Come on, Patience! You're so slow!" Ferrera called, but the reason I was slow was because he woke me up at THREE IN THE MORNING!
I stopped all together, wanting to decode his thoughts, and decide if he was using me. To be safe, I'd assume he was.
"Ferrera what the hell are you doing, and why does it require waking me up at three in the morning?" I demanded, slightly witchy because of my lack of sleep. He groaned, and pulled me over to the wall.
"Patience, calm down, will you? I jus' wanted to show somethin', is all." Ferrera replied innocently. He smiled, but I ripped my arm from his grasp and stalked off.
"Not playing this." I said to the air in front of me. I frowned as I walked back into my room, unable to sleep because of the worry that plagued me. All I truly knew was that training was today, and I must find allies.
Training came fast, and soon enough it was time to head in. We were among the last group of people in, Ferrera and I, and I don't care if I knew no one else, I was staying as far away from Ferrera as possible. And I'm sure that won't be pretty hard.
"Patience, go on." Greene said, along with Narmene, who was our mentor, when I hesitated at the door for a moment. He tapped my bottom, and I started forward. Inside there were separate stations for each activity, including knot-tying, archery, and camouflage. It was quite hard to fight the urge to wander to archery and stay there for days. But I should appear weak, to savor my talent for the Gamemakers and the Games. I started at the fire-making. I twisted and turned the sticks, tried matches, and even those wouldn't work. I was pretty hopeless.
I caught an older girl, the one I had pointed out in the reaping recaps, and she was staring at me. I don't know why, but her eyes were glued to me, watching my every move, and she had a strangely peaceful look on her face. She walked up to me, towering over me and looking pretty damn scary.
"Patience, right? I'm Clove." She said, startling me with her outright friendly-ness. Every other time I had seen her she was vicious and bad-ass. It was at the least unexpected.
I didn't know what else to do, so I just nodded. I probably looked stupid. Clove knelt down next to me, and was actually smiling. "Here try it like this." She said, and she took the grooved sticks from my hands. She placed the sticks in the hay and dried leaves laid in front of me, and twisted the straighter sticks with her right first finger and thumb. She held it up to a curve in the other stick, which she gripped in her left hand. Within a few minutes a spark shot up and the mess of fire-starter caught ablaze.
When Clove looked up she saw my grinning, and I could see that she was enjoying it. Not fake enjoying. Like, truly being pleased with another's happiness. Not trickery.
"Thanks." I said after a moment. We both sat up and she brushed off her black skin-tight jeans.
"No prob', just get me if you need any help."
Cato's POV
Training droned on endlessly, providing no purpose except to size up my opponents. None were horrible, per say, but they had their strengths. Some were great at camouflage, some fires, and some just knots. I mentally took note of each, and what to look out for in general. A tall guy, whom I believe was Thresh, from District 11, seemed to be one of the worst competition. But I definitely saw some people to add to the careers list.
When I turned to confer with Clove, she was gone. I scoped silently for her, until I saw her, crouching next to a tiny pixie at the fire-making station. She nervously caught my eye, finished starting the fire she was showing the little girl. She stood up, finished up conversation and walked over to me. She anxiously met my glare, and looked down. "Clove! We can't make allies with people like that! What were you thinking?" I yelled at her, as much of a yell as I could get without startling the little girl. She was still working at starting her own fire.
But, when I looked at Clove she was scared. Of me. And it felt... Almost... Good. To see her shake with fear. But it was also unusual and unexpected. I decided to let it slide.
"She... She needed help, Cato! What was I supposed to do? Leave her? She will die the first day if I do, and she's so young, Cato!" Clove spat back, both our voices getting louder. Soon people were staring, and the little girl was looking at Clove hurtfully. I knew she didn't want to be left for dead.
But, I still said, just as loud as our voices were now, "Yes." And then I turned away from her and walked toward archery. I sucked, but I just didn't want to be near Clove at this moment. People slowly began going back to what they had been doing, except for Pixie-girl. She paced around, spinning in circles endlessly, before headong to knot-tying and sitting down.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl approach, and swoop the bow out of my hand. I was about to sucker punch her, but her stone-cold stare told me to wait. Hopefully this will be worth my time.
Ok, for this Hunger Games, we don't exactly know who will win. We know Peeta and Katniss do, but what's the point of creating this if you don't change anything? So we want our readers to choose. Put the name of your favorite character (Cato, Clove, Celeste, and Patience only) and you can, kind of, be their sponsor. And the one with the most votes wins!