Another short chapter. I think this story is finely starting to work towards the arena. Sorry that I haven't uploaded this story this week, but I was helping on a care farm, and I got to feed a lamb!
The tributes are turning in a group of friends joking around while they're discussing things to do for the private training. Jo jokingly says that she'll strip for the gamemakers.
"Don't let your mom hear you, Johanna." Ashe scolds with a smile.
Jo rolls her eyes with a slight smile. "She would never let me go out of the house again."
"I might give them some flirt tips." Dean suggests loudly. "God knows they need it," he laughs, clapping Cas on the knee and shifting backwards as the other victors laugh along with him.
He smiles as other victors jump up with suggestions, he doesn't have any idea what he is going to do. Bobby had given him the advice to get creative, but he so far he hadn't thought of anything else than throwing some tridents around.
He still has an entire day of training to go through. "I'll come up with something." He reassures to himself. Pushing his chair away from the table he stands up and follows the other tributes out of the cafeteria. He frowns while his eyes go over the stations. .
Looking around, he sees Castiel painting camouflage with the morphines of district five. He finds Jo making fire with district 1. He doesn't feel like joining the morphines in making flowers over each other's bodies, and working together with district 1 is unthinkable. Dick must have noticed him looking because he turns around to wink at him before going back to making friends with Jo.
Dean glares at him, and then he sees Katniss looking just as lost as him. Strolling over with his hands in his pockets he gives Katniss a bitter sweet smile.
"Girl on fire." He says, "how 'bout you give me one of amazing archery lessons, and I give you a trident lesson?"
After a moment of hesitation, Katniss agrees. He knows his way with a bow and arrow good enough. Not nearly as good as Katniss, of course, who seems to become another person as she shoots. After a half-hour Dean praises her for a job well done, and they move on to the trident station. The instructor seems happy to have Dean with him. While Dean helps Katniss in a good throwing stand, they discuss tridents and their usefulness. as Katniss hits the mark after the fifth try, Dean smiles proudly at her. She gives him a nod in return and goes back to throwing tridents. Following her lead, Dean picks up the trident, the smooth metal under his hand is comforting. With little effort he throws it death-centre. Katniss gives him a side-way glance, and then turns back to her own trident.
When Katniss has thrown around 10 tridents, she sighs and turns to him. "I think that's enough for now, thank you Dean."
He grins back at her, "no, thank you."
They both go different ways after that, and Dean meets up with Castiel, who's covered in painted flowers.
"Had a nice time?" Dean asks with a smile.
Castiel huffs, "It was okay."
Dean turns and gestures for Castiel to follow him.
"Where to go?" Dean asks, gesturing around.
After a moment of considering, Castiel leads him to one of the stations that neither of them have done. For the rest of the midday they're busy with flaying animals.
Dean's leg can't seem to stay still as he waits to get called for the private training. His eyes follow Wiress as she slowly makes her way to the door. Dean's eyes stay on the closed door, with just one thought in his head, he is next. Dean has already decided that he is going to throw some tridents around. It might not be the most original thing to do, but he can't think of anything that would surprise the Gamemakers. After 15 minutes the metallic voice of the woman says that he can enter. Dean stands up and throws a glance at the other people around him. Some of them nod solemnly to him, and Jo puts both of her thumbs up, Dean gives her a brief smile. With a sharp inhale, he throws the door open.
Most of the gamemakers are eating and drinking when he walks in. But as soon as he stands infront of them and scraps his throat, they all quietly turn around.
"Dean Winchester, district four." He says, drying his sweaty hands on his sides.
The Head-Gamemaker nods at him, and then waves his hand to say that he can start. Dean ignores his heart throbbing in his chest while he picks up a trident. The same trident he had thrown earlier today. The cold metal feels weird in his sweaty hand. He positions himself, and after a glance at the Gamemakers, he throws it as hard as he can. The Trident hits the heart of the mannequin. Again, Dean glances up to the Gamemakers, looking for any sign of approval. Some nod at the mannequin, making small gestures towards the other Gamemakers. Dean takes this as his queue to continue. After throwing five tridents, some of them hit death-centre, while others are a bit off. The Head-Gamemakers speaks up, "this will do, thank you Dean Winchester."
Dean nods in return and tries to make a steady pace to the elevator. In the elevator he breaths in heavily, feeling his heart slowly calm down.
Missouri came in 30 minutes after him, and with their stylists and Bobby they eat their dinner. Bobby asks him a million of questions about his private training. And even after Dean declares that he didn't do anything else then throwing some tridents around, Bobby still asks him more.
To be honest, he doesn't think he would get a high score, but then again, he probably has a couple of sponsors because of the years he spend as victor. So the score doesn't worry him that much, but he can't help but lean forward a bit when the announcer gets to district four.
"Dean Winchester, with a score of… Eight!"
Becky and the stylists cheer, and Bobby clasps him on the shoulder and praises him for a job well done. Missouri gets a seven, and after that they watch the other scores and take note of the people with the highest scores. Jo also gets an eight, and Ashe gets a six, which is a decent score. Castiel succeeds to get a nine, probably because of his talent with knives. Both of district twelve get a twelve. Bobby lets out a low whistle, "better whatch out for those two." With that Becky switches of the TV and ushers Missouri and him to bed, warning them for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, which means: the interviews.
Hopefully I´ll get the next chapter up somewhere around next week, if school doesn´t get too busy.
Feel free to correct me on my grammar!
Bye. see you next time, and thank you for the 300 views!