Nina here, or Ninnz call me whichever. Thanks for all the feed back, and thanks for loving the story. Laptop and I work hard, I just can't wait for the games. Not to sound weird but Im thinking on how to kill them in the goriest way possible ;D
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*** Tawny's POV ***

I lay wide awake in bed, trying to hold back a huge smile. Today is the day, not the day of the games but the first day of training. The second closest thing I guess. I waited, and waited until I heard ponderous footsteps that seemed to be pounding towards my room. I rushed to the door, and before Goliath could pound on my door I opened it. I smirked to see Goliath standing there, giant knuckle raised a raised eyebrow. "I get the drill." I said, a smart ** smile splattered across my face.

Goliath flushed into a deep crimson color, but nodded in approval, "Eat, Shower, Change."

I nodded, pointing at Michaels door, "Pansy is still asleep."

Goliath walked over and pounded on Michaels door, until a heavy thud was heard. Obviously Michael had fallen out of bed. I laughed as the crazy-haired boy walked out. "A 'good morning' wouldn't work?"

Goliath ignored him, "Eat, Sho-"

Michael continued, "Eat, Shower, Change. I know, I know."

Claudoris smiled as he sat, "Come on now, eat."

I laughed at Michaels misfortune, apparently he wasn't as excited as me. I walked to the Mahogany covered table, whatever the Avox's were serving it was delicious. I was going in for seconds when Goliath cut me off, "You won't be served like this in the Games."

I scolded him, and said, "I'm the sure winner, have you seen my competition?"

Michael jumped in. "I have just as a chance as you."

I laughed, "Honey,"

"Don't call me Honey," he retorted.

"Fine then, Pansy. The only reason you'll live past the Bloodbath is because you're a Career." I said, firmly and with a elusive tint signaling I'd kill him myself. He just stayed quiet, but in the depths of his eye I saw he doubted himself.

"Now, you two need to learn to get along and be best friends!" Claudoris said with cheer.

Goliath shook his head, "Claudoris, they came here to kill each other not to make friends." Claudoris sighed, and just kept on eating.

Abruptly, I got up and went to shower and change. That year's training uniform was 'fitting'...like literally fitting. It was an orange outfit that hugged your skin like there was no tomorrow. It barely let me breathe, but after awhile my body adjusted to it.

Goliath walked us down, and only gave us two piece of advice. "Show off, and make sure to scare the hell out of all your opponents, okay?" Michael and I nodded, together exchanged some eye contact and walked into the center.

Atila, our head trainer, gathered all 24 of us and in a raspy deep voice explained the rules. "No, Fighting with other tributes," his eyes wandering to the guards with Tranquilizing Guns, "Also don't ignore the survivor skills. That's all I have to say."

I shrugged off everything her said, whatever. As soon as he actually let us train I immediately dashed to the weapons the girl from district 11 was there checking out the knives. I smiled as her, she shrank away but in a weird way was brave enough and strong enough to come back. I took all the knives she was looking at and headed over to the Careers.

This year the careers were split between power, and the weak. The boy from 1, Onyx, was strong by far our Alpha Male. Plus he was cute, and even though I didn't want to I instantly clicked with him. Defiantly a top 4, I'll take him with me all the way. Onyx might just be as good as me, now I may be better than him in everything but Spears. He slaughters me in that department, I mean the way he throws the spear the sparkle in his eye the muscles in his bicep expanding. I just melt and he smiles as he shows me how. More than a friend for now, but will he be a threat?

Before I can continue with my observations, he waves me over, and snickers, "Check out the Guy from 12."

I was the only one he called over, "I know what a dork. He can't even climb the ladder. Instant kill, I say first meal." He laughed in agreement.

The girl from 1, Indigo, is an apathetic ** and I gave her the hint. Indigo was the type of emotionless psychopath that everyone wanted in the games. She is bigger than me, but not scarier. I let her in on that, and almost instantly we had a horrible relationship with rude and bitter comments. Still, she's the only one who I actually talk to, besides Onyx. She'll make it fat in the games, but I don't doubt myself if I get a chance to kill her it'd be the slowest and most painful death ever. I'd incapacitate her. Why we started of like this? Well, I'm Alpha Female, something she may want. Second there's Onyx the hunk from her District only he wants me. Shes good with a bow and arrow to, now she isn't as good as Tanner but on a one on one fight that bow will keep her alive. I think she's better with a sword though. Hmm left handed so her blind spot is on the right, that'll come in handy.

Michael, from my district, is, well, such a Pansy. At first I thought he'd ditch us the first night during his shift, but then again he wouldn't make it far. I'm not saying he won't kill. I'm just saying he isn't as excited for the games to begin as much as the rest of us are. He has no chance. Despite his attitude, his height does make up for a lot. Michael is as good with an axe as a District 7 tribute. Only, he's better because he is trained. Now, he can throw the thing, but near combat is definitely his strength.

The guy from 4, Tanner, seems a bit quieter. Definitely not exactly tall as I'm only like 1 or 2 inches shorter than him but I won't under estimate him. I mean, I'm not the tallest in the bunch but I am lethal. So no idea is Tanner will or won't be. He's really toned, but that won't help against an Axe, or a Mace. I'll be sure to keep my eye on him, makes sure I don't over look him. I notice he does have his strength in Dual Swords he wield them as one. I think he's better than me in swords but that doesn't scare me.

The girl from 4, Alesana, isn't normal. I know that something is off with her. I just can't put my finger on it. Oh well, I guess I'll find out later but I swear to God if she slows us, more importantly me, down I'll put her down myself. However I do notice that out of everyone she clicks with Michael the most, probably because they are the sanest. I mean I'm sane to, just not weak. Michael and Alesana are weak to me. Now, I haven't seen Alesana train, so I need to keep my eye on her to, maybe she's a threat. She seems to be skilled with a bow and arrow. Although I've seen better in my district, she is quite good.

After my observations of my allies, I accept that I may not be the biggest or the strongest Career, but I am the smartest and the most vicious. I'll give the Capitol a hell of a show.

I run hurdles for a while, jumping and sliding out of the way of obstacles that rise, sink and rotate. Apparently I'm a gifted sprinter. That won't help me though, unless I have to run away from a mutation though. When the stupid 12 year old girl, Naomi, from 12, appears on the course, I trip over her. I'm embarrassed as some (if not all) of the tributes laugh. I look at them like a meal and they shut up and continue to train. I turn my attention to Naomi, and I smile as she thinks I forgave her. Don't be so sure.

"Aww, Does little Naomi miss her Mommy?" I said to the little girl slowly, as of talking to a Five year old. The little girl just tried to ignore me, turning the other direction. The fury in me began to burn. I smacked the small mirror out of her scrawny small hands, and smirked as it hit the ground. The little girl stared at me in Hatred, Anger, Astonishment, but most importantly fear. I merely laughed as her eyes tried to scowl me, "Your family doesn't want you, you are a waste of money, a waste of space, a waste of life," I smiled. The girl was on the verge of tears. I looked up and saw the District 11 girl looking at me. I can tell she was mad. I kicked the 12 year olds mirror and snapped, "Fetch." The little girl ran for it.

District 11 raged at me, a handful of knives grasped in her hand. She hated me. I was the worst thing in her life. I knew it, and it only made me the oh so happier. "What are you gonna do, 11 - stab me?" I smiled, eying the guards with Tranquilizing guns, "I'm so scared."

The District 11 Girl, Estella, rolled her eyes, "The District 2 girl is scared. She needs to rely on the Guards for protection."

"I don't need to rely on anything, unlike you making a whole army so that they can die instead of you just the strategy that your mentor, Lystra, did." I snapped, as a smile crossed my face. I threw my knife at a target and it hit the Bulls eye right in the middle - something to make her scared. Estella said nothing, but she certainly didn't step down. She launched her knife hitting the bulls eye right in the middle knocking my knife down. The other careers intended to get into the encounter at this moment, but I snapped to them that she was mine.

I smiled, I grabbed the steel mace and threw it. It completely beheaded on of the Dummy's. "You may have been a big shot in District 11 but," I looked over at the other Careers, "We are everybody here."

Estella laughed. "Just watch your back in the arena. I'd hate to see a pretty face get killed, especially by me and my 'pathetic' allies."

"Good Luck with that." I gave her the sharpest and coldest look in my life, I could see the hairs on her neck shiver and her goose bumps rise. With that she left, to comfort the 12 year old.

I walk back to the careers and they all talk about how these will be the games ever. I nod in agreement and my grip strengthens on my mace. It will be the best game ever - the audience will never be bored.