Sunlight shone through the window into Ari's room on the tenth floor of the Training Centre. She groggily sat up, yawning. Ari had been up all night reading a book her escort had given her, entitled The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. She had actually finished the book around 11:30, but was up until 3 clutching the book and sobbing.

Ari took a long and relaxing shower, before changing into her training outfit, which consists of: black yoga pants,. a black athletic shirt, white socks, and black running shoes. She put her messy brown hair up in a ponytail, and walked to the main room for breakfast. The rest of the District Ten team were already there, up and ready to go. The escort, Delia Maucover, tapped her watch impatiently.

"I'm sorry, dearie, but you'll have to eat something on the way, or we'll be late!" Delia says.

"No problem," Ari replies, selecting two pieces of toast from a platter on the table. Her mentor whispered some advice in her ear. "Lay low, and learn something new," she advised. Ari nodded her head, and joined her escort and District partner on the elevator, nibbling on her toast.

"So," Delia says, "What are your plans for training?"

"I was planning on.." Ari zoned out, returning to her book fantasies. Not that Delia noticed, being in deep conversation with the younger tribute. The tributes arrived in the basement of the Training Centre. The room was quite large, with various stations in weaponry and survival. A trainer pinned the number ten on Ari's back.

The rest of the tributes were there, save District 6. District 6 was currently on the elevator, riding down to training...

Tricia and CJ rode down in silence, due to the heated argument they had a few minutes ago. Their escort had tried multiple times to get them to talk.

"Can't you two just-" They both gave her a glare that said Don't.

District Six finally arrived, late, obviously.

"The stations we have are..." the Head trainer droned on. Tricia tried to pay attention, but instead found herself observing the other tributes. Beside her was the girl from Ten, Ari, and an insane looking girl from 5. Tricia chose the former.

"Hi, I'm Tricia."

"Hm?" Ari said, absorbed in her book. "Oh, hi!" She says, noticing Tricia for the first time.

"there's so many stations. Want to stick together?"

"As allies?"

"Sure!" Both girls say at the same time, giggling.

"C'mon!" Tricia says, dragging Ari over to the fire making station.

After lunch most of the Careers were back over by the gauntlet, showing off their agility on the course.

Cassie didn't feel like making conversation with the other Careers, so she decided to go over to the axe station. The pair from seven were there. The boy was hacking at dummies, while the girl threw an axe at a dummy 15 feet away. They saw Cassie coming, Cassie guessed, for the girl gave her district partner a look and they left for edible plants.

Cassie threw around some axes for a while. The axes made her feel at home. After retrieving one she had buried deep into. The skull of a dummy -a sure fire kill- she decided to head over to the hand to hand combat area. The tall, lanky girl from 11 was fighting an average sized trainer, one the size of a normal outer district tribute. The trainer was clearly stronger than the girl, but she had wit and was quick to react to the jabs by the trainer's long sword. With a small dagger, she gained the upper hand and pinned down the trainor.

"Not bad, for an eleven," compliments Cassie.

The girl smirked. "I might not have been trained all my life on "Every Way to kill a Human Being," but I have some practice."

Cassie feigned looking insulted. "I am offended. We don't study EVERY way to kill a human being, we study the BEST ways, like slitting a throat. Now that's the most effective."

One station away, at the throwing knifes station, Madison was trying to find a weapon that suited her. She was currently trying some different throwing knives, until she realized her lile of knives were gone. Madison looked around, and saw the short kid from 8 running away with them. She bolted after him, "Give back my knives you little shit!"

"How about we make a little wager?" - Cassie's ears perked up - "First one person to decapitate 10 dummies wins. Pick the weapon you like. Winner gets "immunity" from getting killed by the other in the bloodbath, loser has to follow around-" She thought for a moment "-your district partner all of tomorrow, and imitate him."

"Deal, she said, and they shook hands. Cassie selected a light tomahawk, while the girl from eleven took a silver sickle with a leather handle.

"Go!"

Cassie took off, slicing the first dummy's head clean off. The next one she swung at twice. She settled into a steady rhythm, slice, swing, slice, swing. She rounded on the last dummy, swinging twice to get it off. Cassie turned to the girl from eleven, about to brag, but stopped herself. The girl sat, cross legged on a chair, clapping. Her ten dummies all were decapitated, the last one still had the sickle buried into its head.

Cassie hung her head in defeat.

"Cheer up." Said the girl, smiling. "Only four more days till the real fun begins."