AN; I did another short time skip, but I promise I only ever skip the boring shit!
Blossom's P.O.V.
I looked around the training room, unsure what to do.
"Bloss!" Brick called and motioned me towards the bow and arrows.
I hesitantly walked forward, frowning deeply.
"Everyone seems so... lethal." I said, unsettled.
He chuckled, "Well you're supposed to be. So grab a bow and shoot at the targets like their the other tributes' heads."
I was disgusted, but I also knew that he was right.
In the games it was kill or be killed. And I wasn't gonna die.
Dexter's P.O.V.
I busied myself with attempting to make traps, trying not to think to hard about the others around me.
They were all throwing knives, grunting as they threw heavy objects, or whooping in victory as they hit the mark with an arrow.
I couldn't bring myself to face the cold truth; I would be murdering some of the very people in the room before the week is out.
"Hey Dexter! Whatca doin'?" DeeDee questioned, approaching me.
"Making an elaborate new trap I have just invent- No! Don't touch that!"
DeeDee had struck one of the ropes and it a series of different nets pinned me to the floor.
"DeeDee! Get me out of here!" I shouted, growing embarrassed as the others laughed.
Blaze's P.O.V.
I watched as Brat threw herself at the boy from ten. He was smiling charmingly and it looked like they were flirting.
How the hell could they do something as unprofessional as flirting during the time we were supposed to be practicing life saving skills?
I huffed in irritation. I couldn't be bothered with the whore and her mindless zombies. I was supposed to be focusing on... on... God Dammit!
Buttercup's P.O.V
I was sparring with a boy with ferocious orange eyes, when I noticed what that slutty girl from three attempting to rub up against Butch.
"Sorry whore, you're not my type." He monotoned, walking towards the girl from ten.
The boy I was sparring with, Beck, landed a harsh blow on my stomach as I was distracted.
I glared at him, all thoughts of Butch and the blondie vanishing.
"You'll pay for that." I warned, giving him a round house kick to his chest.
Bunny's P.O.V.
I was succeeding in making a small fire with only sticks and leaves, when there was a huge outburst.
"Where the fuck is my knife?" The boy from one shouted, cornering Bandit.
Bandit glared at him, "I don't have your knife man, back off!"
The boy started shoving him and Bandit shoved him back, about to throw a punch.
A whistle was blown and a few peace keepers pulled them apart.
"You better watch out in the arena six! I'm coming for you personally!" The boy yelled as he was dragged away.
I gasped and slowly walked over to Bandit.
"Are you alright?" I asked him timidly.
He scowled at me, "He's trying to scare me. That little prick doesn't scare me. He comes up to me in the arena, we'll see who's blood is shed."
I shuddered at his cold tone and whispered, "M-maybe you should focus more on living than who to k-kill."
He snorted, "Sorry Bun-Bun, but the killing's the fun part."
Bubbles P.O.V.
I smiled at the finished work on my arm.
"What are you doing?" A deep voice breathed on the back of my neck, causing me to yelp.
I spun around and came face to face with the boy from four.
"Painting." I blurted before I could say something that sounded more impressive.
He laughed making me feel childish, "Oh yeah? And what exactly are you painting, little piggy?"
I scowled at him, "It was just a costume! Anyway, I'm working on blending in with my surroundings. Check this out."
I held my painted arm up against a nearby tree and smiled brightly as it disappeared into the background.
The boy let out a low whistle, "Impressive. I'm Butch."
"Bubbles." I returned.
"So, you want to teach me how to do it?" He asked and I gnawed on my lip as I thought about it.
"You want to teach me how to do, um, that?" I asked him, motioning to a raven haired girl and a red headed boy fighting on a yoga mat.
He gave me a look, "You want to spar with me?"
I shrugged, "If that's what you call it, sure, why not?"
"And you'll teach me the whole camouflage thing if I do?" He clarified and I nodded.
A wicked grin took over his expression as he started to guide me toward the mats.
"Okay, so here's what you do. In the arena, people aren't going to give you the chance to hit back, so we'll work on how quick you can block or dodge hits." He said.
"Oh no. Butch don't kill her." The girl from his district ordered, dodging a hit from the boy from nine.
Butch rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up. Wait a second, do you smell that? Is that- no it can't be. BC, are you jealous?"
He asked the last question while circling an arm around my waist.
She looked at him like he was insane.
He snickered, "No? How about this?"
He patted my butt and I flushed from embarrassment.
Without a second thought, I spun around and kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach.
He skid across the floor, at least six feet away from me when he finally came to a stop.
"I think you need to work on your blocks and dodges!" I snapped, walking back towards the paint table.
Robin's P.O.V.
"I'm never going to get this right!" I snarled, throwing the metallic bow to the ground.
Mitch picked it right back up, glancing at the other tributes nervously.
"Calm down, Robbie. I'll help you."
He placed the bow back in my hands and placed an arrow in the correct place. His hands were over mine as we started to pull the string back.
We both let go at the same time, and the arrow drove straight into the middle of the target.
I squealed in excitement and jumped on Mitch, "I did it! I did it!"
He laughed at my behavior, gently sliding my feet back on the ground, "Good job, now try that without me guiding your every move."
I stuck my tongue out at him and pulled an arrow out, pulling it back on the bow.
I aimed it at a different target and took a deep breath before releasing the arrow. I was pleased to see Mitch's jaw drop as it hit the middle of the target.
"Good enough for you?" I giggled.
He grinned, "And for them, too."
The boy and girl for one were eyeing me closely, smiling slightly.
AN; Okay, one or two more chappies and we're off to the games! Oh, and sorry about skipping over some of the district people's P.O.V., but I didn't know what to write! The interviews will be in the next chapter, so if you want to see how they go, REVIEW!