Mingus felt on edge, in two days it will be the beginning of the Quarter Quell, he was curious as to what they're being forced to wear and what the arena is, but what scares him most is what the mutts could be. He has heard rumors that the mutts are going to screw with everyone's head, he only could imagine what that means. He just hoped it isn't too bad, and yet he knows while he's hoping, it will mess with his head. A knock on the door causes him to yelp rather loudly, "Uh Mingus?" It was Tyne. "Yes?" He calls out, Tyne pushes open the door and steps inside the room. "I understand you're very upset right now, but I believe you should go down to the training center and train for the Quarter Quell." Tyne presses, trying to convince him to go. Mingus sighs and nods, "You're right." He admits and stands up.
Isadora climbs up the rock wall with much difficulty, it is one of her weaknesses that she has been trying to work on for the past three days. She mainly chose climbing because many tributes have taken up all the other stations, she isn't surprised tributes have flooded into the training center. She glances down at the ground seeing District 6's Mingus walk into the center for once, she snorts. He isn't one she has to worry about, she has a small list of ones she needs to keep an eye out for, and a small target list. She will defiantly go after the ones on her hit list first.
Bear stares at the snares with confusion, he had accidentally messed up badly, he tied his feet up. While he tries to untie himself, he glances at the spear station, no one looked to be over there at the moment. Bear figures once he unites himself, he'll go over there and work on his throws. For the most part, things have been going smoothly for him, no one has been messing with him and he is actually getting pretty good at camouflage.
Maximus stares out of the window of his room, these past few days have been oddly been relaxing. He had never expected he would become good friends with his escort, she is a very kind woman. He had been slightly excited when he ran into Buttons, he had met her years ago, she hasn't changed one bit since then. If only they could've ran into each other on a different occasion.
Finch bumps her head on the wall in a continuous state, she didn't really know what she is doing, she just knew it was keeping herself busy. Her mind flows freely out of wonder, she grumbles incoherently and scratches at her face. Finch was dreading the interviews tomorrow night, she hated Capital people, why would she want to sit in front a crowd of crazed people?