Everyone does their training session from their own POV (short ones, I don't want it to take forever) and the scores are at the end of the POV if you don't want to read them all.
I realised they're in the wrong order... after I'd written it. And by then I'd have to change what people said and stuff like that.
Sorry it took a while to update, I was helping a friend deal with some personal problems which led to some of my own and yeah... sorry it's taken a while.
This was going to be all 24 tributes in one chapter but I have a lot of work and other stuff to deal with so I don't want to drag it out too long. I'm up to Ahab in the second half but I decided to split it so I get an update on here.
Aglaeca:
I'm attempting to stay calm before I enter the room. I want to seem calm and collected unlike the array of panicky tributes surrounding me in the room, all of us waiting for our chance to prove ourselves.
When the door slides open, I sprint to the knife station, give Mother something to be proud of. I imagine every bullseye to be the head of that git Felix from District 4.
Bullseyes every time.
Next up is the sword fighting station, my favourite even if Mother never lets me train at it back in District 1. Slashing through the dummies like the flimsy plastic they are is intensely satisfying, especially knowing that soon that dummy could be Felix Haas of District 4.
That. Dickhead. Won't. Stand. A. Chance.
The dummy shatters into plastic shards across the floor as I bow and leave the room with a huge grin.
TRAINING SCORE: 9
Hail:
My heart is thumping as Aglaeca vanishes into her Gamemaker Session. I must prove that I'm better than my brother; I have to show them that I can win these Games and that I will win. No one's going to hold me back, not even myself.
It seems like the time has passed too quickly as the door opens for me to face my fate with the Gamemakers. I try and keep my breathing steady and my mind focussed. It's just another training session. Just another training session.
I reach the rack of knives and swords across one of the walls and draw as many as possible, trying to appear impassive. When I've got them all I begin to throw around the room at every target I can see, even the swords find homes in the targets around the room. I can feel my arms moving faster and faster towards a natural rhythm until I run out of things to throw.
I pull out two of the swords and hack up all the dummies I can reach with both arms before bowing and leaving the room.
If only you could see me now, brother.
TRAINING SCORE: 10
Fleur:
Gamemakers Session, yay I get to play with all the hammers now and no one can tell me that I'm not allowed to. When the door opens I frown. There's no one in here to hit. There're lots of hammers but no people to use them on.
I decide I'll have to use the dummies or I'll never be get to play as I start to hit them, cracking their imaginary bones. First the shoulders, then the knees, then wherever I want.
I've managed to pulverise them all and I'm about to start on the walls when the bell sounds and I have to go out of the room again.
Aw… that was fun even if there weren't any hearts… why aren't I allowed to have any fun yet?
TRAINING SCORE: 9
Calvin:
I hope Fleur did well; I need her with me in the Careers. Getting hearts is no fun alone and none of the other Careers want to play with me.
The Gamemakers are watching on, looking excited. It looks like Fleur made them happy, that's good.
What should I do… maybe the dummies have hearts that I could look at? The knives are no fun to look for hearts with, they cut too easily and I want perfect hearts.
My fingernails slice through the plastic 'skin' like the skin on that girl from up the road. When they've sliced the whole way down, my fingers have purchase to tear the skin off, tear the lot of it from the body of the dummy revealing a stuffing interior. That's so boring…
I can shove my entire arm into the dummy and out the other side without any entrails. I wanted to see some entrails.
Even all the other dummies have nothing but stuffing in them, even when I tear open their plastic skulls from their 'eye sockets.'
I can't wait to get to see real hearts.
TRAINING SCORE: 10
Flo:
My Gamemakers Session starts 2 minutes late. I smash on the door but they don't let me in until two minutes after 8. Why did they make everything wrong, the Games, the time and the organisation? My escort understands but she told me to try and think about something else. I can't! They're not running on time, everything is two minutes off.
When they let me in, the room is in a slightly different order and the dummies are different ones to the ones from the other days of training. The blow darts are ten centimetres to the left of where they were yesterday and they've put new darts in the box.
One of the darts gets jammed as I shoot two of them into targets but they're 3 millimetres from the centre of the bullseye. Everything's going wrong here too; everything's going to go wrong in the Games.
No, I want to be on time, I don't want to be late and I don't want everything to go wrong in the Games.
I move the dart box back to where it started and fix the weapons but I can see the Gamemakers giving me sympathetic glances but shaking their heads. Why is everything wrong?
TRAINING SCORE: 4
Lucas:
Flo is running around like a chicken with her head cut off outside the door but I'm trying to ignore her. Could this session be the difference between life and death? Why would the Capitol do something like this? I thought them taking kids away for TV was bad but why are they killing people?
They might kill Blaze or-or Apollo! I don't want them to die, I want to go back to my friends at home with my friends here and I don't want anyone to die.
I'm not going to die though. I can fight, I can use my brain and I can be as strong as anyone else but I don't want Blaze and Apollo to die…
The Gamemakers are looking at me slightly sadly. They shouldn't, I'm not a little kid. I can do anything any of the other kids can and better than they can too.
I pulp some of the berries from the edible berries station and eat them. They don't taste half bad and I've got a good memory for which ones I can eat and which I can't. The poisonous ones get pulped in a different pile and wiped over the blade of a knife. The blade is black steel so the difference in colour is undetectable as I tie it to a branch on the tree climbing tree so that when a dummy is planted on it, the blade swings in and slices it, releasing the poison whether the hit is good or not.
That was definitely as good as the older kids; I bet none of them even remember the poisons let alone know how to use them properly.
I can beat them, I know I can. If the Gamemaker's don't believe me, they'll just have to watch me in the Games. I'll be tougher than any of the others, even Blaze and Wes.
TRAINING SCORE: 5
Summer:
A lot of the other tributes are talking, trying to hide the nerves and relax themselves.
Meanwhile I'm meditating like Logan taught me.
Clearing your mind to relax before is a technique he had mastered and he would always do it before he went for a swim. Apparently it helped him get a clear head and let him 'achieve his best.'
It might be a lot easier if it weren't for the prick beside me, flexing his muscles and grinning.
He's been in lock up for 3 days and yet he still acts like he's the king of the hill and that we're all below his mightiness.
"Oh yeah, I was winning that fight, they just pulled me off because they knew I could've taken him down," Felix says loudly, making sure everyone hears him as he tries to chat up the District 7 girl.
I'm about an inch away from making his enormous nose a little better acquainted with his face when the speakers buzz, "Ciel, Summer," and I realise what a hash I've made of meditating. Hopefully imagining I'm shredding Felix's face off will help me just as much.
The dummies certainly help with this image and each time I spear one of them through the chest or the head I get a surge of fierce satisfaction; soon that dummy could be a larger one with about the same amount of brain and a huge beak.
TRAINING SCORE: 8
Felix:
I can see all the tributes being nervous around the room; they should be. The King will show them all how it's done. I doubt the Gamemakers will even remember them after seeing me; probably just think that they're the after-show comedy.
The District 7 girl's not talking to me; but I'm sure that's a hint of a smile I see there. She's probably just waiting for me to get my twelve in flashing lights so she can start the fan club after a resounding success. I could use a few groupies; they just don't make good District 2 meat shields like they used to. Stupid twelve year olds this year. I'll take special glee in proving to them who's boss.
It takes forever for my name to be called; probably just making sure they've gotten through enough tributes so that my brilliance will be crystal clear.
I nod to the Gamemakers when I walk in, not rushing to the station I'm aiming for; why get all hot and bothered when I know I'm gonna blow everyone else out of the water? Might as well save my energy for the display of the century.
My fist forms around the cool plastic handle of a flail, hooked up with some other miscellaneous maces and staffs near the swords. This will be easy as pie; I could break a dummy's arm with my eyes closed.
Most of the tributes have to move the dummies to get them all with a sword or another weapon. Why bother? If you're too crap to smack the dummies from where they are; you're too crap to win the Hunger Games.
I whip the flail around; snapping limbs with the chain before pulverising the chest with blows from the spiked ball dangling from its tip. Crack, smack, repeat. Crack, smack, repeat.
That District 9 boy should start crying for his Mama now; he's dead.
TRAINING SCORE: 9
Joey:
My eyes dart toward Hail as his name is called; even if he's a Career I still hope he does well...
Wolfgang is sitting beside me and I can see the sweat creeping down the side of his face... I don't see why he's so nervous... he uses a sword like one of the knights from my drawing journal back home. No way could he stuff up.
"I think you need a nickname," I try to distract him, "Wolfgang's a mouthful..."
"What's wrong with Gang? That's what my friends all me and I think that just maybe you might fall into that category," he gives a lopsided grin as he flicks some hair out of my face.
"Everyone calls you that... that's so... unoriginal. I think... Fang," I decide. I like Fang; it sounds like a warrior which I know he his.
"Cool. Fang. I like it."
My name gets called and I turn to Fang, "You'll be alright without me?"
"I've been alright the rest of my life; I can survive a couple more minutes," he says, pushing me towards the door.
I can feel my cheeks reddening as I approach the camouflage station, coating myself into the shadows of the dummies and the targets of the knife station... A dark, subtly glistening grey that mixes the shadows and the metal...
I creep over to the knife station... they can still see me but I think some more drunken ones have lost track...
The knife rack is easy to take some from before ducking behind a target... they all watch but I move towards the next dummy and they continue to look in the shadows as I skulk across to the next dummy when I start throwing; using the knives as a distraction for moving.
I just hope I did well... for Freya and Fang...
TRAINING SCORE: 8
Apollo:
I watch Joey and her ally and then turn to look at Wes and Blaze. I wouldn't regret it if I went with either of them if it weren't for the fact that it meant leaving the other one... I don't want to have to choose between them...
When Joey gets called and the male from District 6 wishes her good luck, I realise I haven't but I can't go and say it to her because the door closes behind her, leaving me with Blaze and Wes. I feel really bad that I didn't wish her good luck because I was thinking about training with Lucas again... Still I can ask her how it went afterwards but I should have said it beforehand.
It isn't long before my name's called and I'm nervous about what I can do in front of the Gamemakers but I know that I have to do well for Lucas, Blaze and Wes; I can't let them down. I'm not big and strong like them, I just want to be able to help them out and I don't want to hurt anyone in the Games. I don't want to use any of the big swords or spears like the Careers but I can't just do nothing, it wouldn't be fair to Lucas, Blaze and Wes...
It's when I see the light board in the corner that I get my idea; maybe I can't be big and strong like Wes and Blaze but I can still use my brain. I used to help out with the electrics in some of the offices and Lucas showed me how to short out wires earlier in training when he was bored.
I pick up the most basic dagger I can find and pull off the cover on the light switches, leaving the wires attached. The aim is to short the system without destroying it and doing it quickly; I want to show the Gamemakers that I can do well in the Games with my brain so that I can get sponsors for my friends.
All I have to do is overload the circuit. Snapping several of the power inlet wires (which are marked by red tips) and grabbing them, thanking my rubber boots, and holding them apart is essential, cutting the power to a few of them would lose the benefit gained by all of them.
As I touch them all together on one of the light mechanism wires, a surge runs down the thin wire and the room turns pitch black. A backup safety generator starts almost immediately but I can see the Gamemakers appraising me.
I just hope I've done well for Wes, Lucas and Blaze...
TRAINING SCORE: 5
Taryn:
I can see Wolfgang playing his lover boy act in the middle of the room. I try to avoid being jealous of him and his little girlfriend but I don't want to be alone in the arena. If anything I just want to be with Hale back home but since I can't have that I'll have to settle for being jealous of all the alliances in the room. I don't think I could stand being with the District 11 lovebirds, no hope with the Careers and I really don't want to make a list. Still, I'd rather eat my toenails than beg Wolfgang to be in his alliance.
My head darts towards the speaker as my name is called. I guess it's my turn to try and prove to the Gamemakers that I'm not going down easily; with or without any allies.
I head straight towards the knives; I know how to use them anyway and picking up another weapon would be a huge amount of effort when I've got a perfectly good weapon that I could use in my sleep.
I know the others will just be tossing them but I had an idea. I watched Wolfgang dance through an obstacle course as a joke and it gave me the idea. Dancing was something I was good at after years of running around with Hale but it never appealed to me; I wasn't a skirt and dress person even when I wasn't trotting around on my toes.
Dancing with knives though, that sounded like fun.
TRAINING SCORE: 7
Wolfgang:
Fang huh?
Never would've come up with it myself but I guess that's what you get for hanging around with the dreamy one. My sense of imagination extends into the realm of irony like it never plans on coming back but in the creativity department, let's just say there's a lot of empty floor space.
I can tell Taryn's watching me intermittently. It's not hard to see she's jealous; her face couldn't be more of an open book without another dimension to open into. Maybe I'll ask her for an alliance, after the training scores, because now that I've got Joey I can't really just accept her without it being a logical choice. Me and logic get along like putting ice over an open flame but I volunteered to prove that I can survive in the real world.
Without anyone to talk t, it takes forever before my name's called.
I'm not exactly being spectacularly original, but I head to the sword station and heft a broadsword without hesitation; I want to make Father proud.
The dummies crack and splinter under each of my blows and it's comforting to feel them crumble under the sword strokes; it means I'll be able to prove myself to my father and... well... it proves I can protect Joey.
TRAINING SCORE: 6
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