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Page's POV:
Oh god.
Today Eric and I have to go and show off for the Game Makers, and all I know is that I'm going to do something with the sword and the ropes.
Oh, and that surprise Claud said he had today, it turned out to be just that he secured information from the capitol that we were two of the most betted on tributes this year.
I'm also thinking of using the bow and arrow some, but that one is still up for debate.
As I get dressed into my completely blue outfit that my stylist picked out, I think about what Eric told me about what he's going to do.
He said that obviously he would do something with a trident, but he also surprised me, by saying that he was going to use knives and a spear as well.
We'll have to see what happens.
Once I get down to the table, Eric smiles at me, and we start eating.
"Hey, are you nervous?" he asks me.
"Surprisingly, no, I just wish I had more time to think of more things to do for the Game Makers," I say.
He smiles at me.
"Don't worry, you'll be perfect," he tells me, and then I hug him.
Claud escorts us down to the waiting area, and I follow Eric to where the group of careers is obviously having a meeting.
"What did we miss?" Eric asks formally.
Flint look's at him.
"The district seven male wants in. He says his name is Freddy," said Flint.
"We were just about to have a vote," said Flower.
"Okay, so, votes for letting him in?" I ask.
Only Sheen raises his hand, and Flint roll's his eyes.
"I'll go tell him to get lost," says Flint. "You know, we need numbers," said Sheen.
"Actually," I point out, "We already have eight members, and from what I've seen in the previous Hunger Games, there are this exact amount."
"Alright, no new members," Flint says finally.
After that, we just wait, until a voice calls out from no general direction,
"Sheen Condor, District 1," and Sheen takes a deep breath, then smiles and walks in.
It is a little while before they call, "Flower Levi, District 1," and Flower grins and then struts in, head held high.
After about twenty minutes, the voice, which I can't tell whether it's male or female, calls,
"Flint Granite, District 2," and Flint cracks his neck, rubs his hands together, and then runs in.
Then the names seem to go by faster,
"Brooke Galmin, District 2," she just walks in, looking as if she could care less,
"Ben Timmons, District 3," and the dorky tribute falls on his face, cracking his glasses in the process.
"Stacy Gilleana, District 3," who looks fierce as she walks in.
Then finally, "Eric Farlen, District 4," and I look at Eric sacredly.
He meet's my eyes, squeezes my hand, and then enters the room.
When the huge metal doors close, I've never felt more alone.
Eric's POV:
I keep trying to shake my fears, but they wont go away, and once the doors close, separating Page and I, I know that I must perform.
I walk into the center of the room, say,
"Eric Farlin, District 4," and then bow deeply.
Even though I am silently cursing them in my head, I put on a huge smile.
"How has your day been so far?" I ask as I walk toward the first trident I see.
The Head Game Maker, Billius Pieous, sits forward in his chair.
"Fine, we've seen some real talent today, what have you got for us?" asks Bill (I just gave him that nickname).
"Well, you're going to have to wait and find out," I say with a wink, and then hurl the trident all the way across the room and land it dead-center of the middle of the training dummy's head.
I then take a whole seventeen knives, and hurl them as fast as I can at the dummy I have set up in the middle of the floor.
I then take a step to the right to show them that I have formed an 'E' in the middle of the dummies chest.
The knives are perfectly lined up, and I have thrown them from about ten feet away.
I then pull my surprise, I grab a match from the shelf, and throw it at the dummy.
What the Game Makers didn't see was I dipped the knives in the highly flammable paint at the camouflage center.
The end result, is that there was a flaming 'E' in the center of the dummy, and then I grabbed a spear, threw it, and it went right through the dummies head, and into the target which I secretly set up behind it.
I moved the dummy to the side and showed them that the spear was in the dead center of the target.
I smiled at the Game Makers expressions.
"Dismissed," they said, and I bow once more, and then I exit.
I just hope it was enough.
Page's POV:
I hear, "Page Whiterun," and I take a deep breath, and walk through the metal doors.
Once I get there, I smell a tint of smoke, and I wonder if anything Eric did had something to do with that.
It also might have been the tribute before him, but I don't know.
I walked to the center, bowed, and said,
"Page Whiterun, District 4," and then I practically ran to the sword station.
I grabbed a random sword from the bin, and then ran to the robes area, showing off my speed.
I then put the sword between my teeth, and started to climb at a rabid pace up the rope, never making a mistake.
Once I'm at the top, I hold onto one of the metal bars that hold up the ceiling, and started to swing myself over to the middle of the ceiling.
I didn't even think of the pain in my hands, and I'm sure that if I did, I would recognize the burn, but I didn't.
Once I'm in the middle, I grab the robe that I took with me, tie it around the pole, and slid down it.
It was about five feet away from the ground, so I did a flip and then landed on my feet.
Some clapped, but I wasn't done.
I grabbed another robe, made a quick nuse, and then added it to the other rope I tied to the center of the room.
I walked over to one of those actual moving dummies, turned it, on, and battled it with my sword.
I carefully led it over to where the nuse was, flipped over it's head, and kicked it into the nuse.
The end result?
One robot handing above my head (I pulled the robe up) with a nuse around it's neck and my sword in its face.
I bowed for the Game Makers and then they said,
"Dismissed."
Eric's POV:
Page, Claud, Antonio, and Claudette and I were all sitting on the comfy capitol couch, waiting to hear our scores.
I just noticed, there is Claud and Claud-ette. Funny.
Finally, Ceaser Flickerman's face came on, and he started talking.
Then, he announced the training scores.
"Flower Levi, district one, received…wow! A ten! Good job, you know, most don't get any higher than that, you should be proud.
"Sheen Condor, district one, received…an eight! How great! Hey, that rhymed,
"Brooke Galmin, district two, received…an eight! Great job!
"Flint Granite, district two, received…a nine! Wow, our career districts are doing amazingly,
"Ben Timmons, district three, received…a six, oh, that's a pretty good score for such a small boy,
"Stacy Gilleana, district three, received…a….a….an ELEVEN? Am I reading this right? She got an eleven? Wow…
"Page Whiterun, district four, received…a nine!"
Everyone yelled out loud and clapped, until we saw he was announcing my score.
"Eric Farlen, district four, reviewed….an eight!"
I jumped up and danced around.
The rest of Ceaser's words were lost, and I wrapped Page in my arms, and kissed her.
When we pulled away, Page got a shocked expression, as we looked back at Antonio and Claudette, who were gaping at us in shock.
"Um…" I say.
"You two?…" asks Antonio.
I nod.
Claudette and Antonio sigh in unison.
"What's wrong with that?" asks Claud, in an uninterested voice.
"It's just, they will be…going into the arena soon and, there is no love in the arena," said Claudette, who then sighed again.
"But- let's look at it this way, if they alley, that will father push their execution," said Antonio.
Page then knocked a priceless glass vase off of the table and stormed away in a rage, so I followed her.
"Don't listen to them," I suggested when we reached her room.
"It's hard not to," said Page, her hands on her head.
I pull her into my arms, and calm her down.
"Look, you and I both know we don't have much time, and the only thing I regret is not telling you earlier how I felt. There won't be much time for us to be together in the arena, so let's enjoy it while it lasts, alright?" I ask.
She nods and I plant a soft kiss on her lips.
I know she probably isn't stupid; she knows that its only a matter of time before one or both of us is dead, but I know something that she does not.
I will be using every single piece of my existence to ensure that she will be the victor of the sixty eighth Hunger Games. No matter what it takes.
Here is your chapter world, enjoy. XD
Here is a list of the training scores.
Information Layout: Male/Female: Full Name: Age: Training Score.
District 1:
Male: Sheen Condor: 17: 8
Female: Flower Levi: 16: 10
District 2:
Male: Flint Granite: 18: 9
Female: Brooke Galmin: 16: 8
District 3:
Male: Ben Timmons: 15: 6
Female: Stacy Gilleana: 16: 11
District 4:
Male: Eric Farlen: 17: 8
Female: Page Whiterun: 17: 9
District 5:
Male: Cory Darren: 13: 6
Female: Trina Ebony: 12: 4
District 6:
Male: Sphen Richards: 17: 10
Female: Emily Episky: 15: 7
District 7:
Male: Freddy Griffin: 17: 5
Female: Jennifer Montgomery: 15: 7
District 8:
Male: Geo Storm: 15: 8
Female: Gwen Lynch: 16: 6
District 9:
Male: Xander Tibet: 14: 3
Female: Courtney Lamb: 18: 7
District 10:
Male: Brad Eartheart: 18: 8
Female: Jody Eartheart: 15: 5
District 11:
Male: Alex Wolff: 15: 9
Female: Dina Shantel: 14: 2
District 12:
Male: Brandon Jolie: 15: 5
Female: Fey Jolie: 15: 7
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