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Annie Cresta.
It was like last night's events didn't even happen. At breakfast Finnick sat across from me, Mags at his left, Brigum and Maxem's stylist was there, her name was Flurista. She was one of the more scary Capitol women, with a tangle of red hair and tan skin. She looked plastic with to high cheekbones and to sharp of angles on her face that looked like they could cut someone. Overall she was terrifying. She could be one of the mutts in the Games.
I already had my training clothes on; a flexible pair of skin-tight pants, and a jade green shirt. The glamour that was placed upon me last night was completely washed away. My hair was no longer smooth and tameable, but a messy tangle of curls I managed to pull into a ponytail. My nail polish had already been chipped, and they were bitten.
Maxem scarfed down his food fast like most boys too, somehow he never lost his stomach. Unlike me, who ate their assortments of delicious food quite slow and still had ill effects.
"What should be doing during training?" I asked after a large swallow of a yellow colored fruit.
Mags looked at both of us. Studying us. "You." She pointed a fork at Max "You be as scary as want to be. Make the Career's know that you mean business. And you." She looked over at me thoughtfully "Don't get attached to the smaller tributes, the more you get to know them, the sadder their deaths will be."
But what else do I do? Maxem got very good advice, mine was good too, other than the fact that I already knew almost half the tributes names. Do I even want allies? Do I even want to be in the Career pack? Not that I would make it in.
Finnick seemed to notice my inner turmoil/distress. "Learn new skills. Actually that goes to both of you. Good weaponry will get you far in the games, but if you don't know any survival skills the outdoor arena can be far worse than a tribute. Start a fire. Learn about edible plants. Get handy with a weapon that will most likely be in the Games. Like a knife."
The mention of the actual games almost sent me in a frenzy. I didn't want to die! The thought of it kind of scared me. I want to see grandpa again! I want to be able to smell low tide and salt in District 4. But when or if I die in the games, I wouldn't be able to and the thought of it was pretty much unbearable.
After breakfast we took the elevator down to the Training Center. After Finnick and Mags left us we walked in. the training center was a massive, open gym. There was a section for knot tying, which made me happy, if all else fails I'd go there. Most tributes were there, and they are gathered into a circle around the head trainer, her name was Atala. She looked as tough and imitating as District 1 & 2. Peacekeepers outlined the perimeter of the Center with stud guns. Guess they wouldn't want the tributes fighting and getting hurt. They'd want that to wait for the games. Up above us are the Gamemakers. Studying us as if we were a new type of animal.
"No fighting with other tributes." Atala declared "Save that for the arena."
Some kids actually smiled. My stomach wanted to lose its lunch. She told us basically the same things Finnick told me and Maxem. But she said how many of us will die in graphic detail. After she explained, someone blew a whistle and training had begun.
Maxem immediately went to the spear section. There were also tridents there, and he smiled. Lilac, Simon, Kanda and Wyatt went over to talk to them. A few times their eyes landed on me, but they never made an attempt to come over to me.
A large net stretched across the ceiling of the center, you had to jump to get on, and so I went over to it and tried to jump. The first time I completely missed and fell. I could hear Wyatt and Simon laugh at me. The second time my fingers brushed it and held on for a few seconds but then I fell off, this time on my feet. Determined to do it, I tried for the third time. This time I jumped as high as I could and had a good grip on the rope. I tried to pull myself up, but I couldn't go it. So I swung my legs, hooking it onto the rope besides me, and squeezed myself up it.
I grinned, somehow I managed to get up. Bruised and blistered, but I still did it. I couldn't sit up, or else my head would hit the cement roof.
"Good job." A tiny girl smiled. She had large hazel colored eyes that I couldn't stop staring at.
I didn't even notice her and I jerked back, hitting my head on the roof. The girl giggled and apologized for scaring me.
"Your District 4 right? I'm Alanna, from District 7."
Remembering Mags words, I started to climb down "Thanks and see you later." As soon as my feet hit the floor I made my way over to start a fire, with Alanna's sad , large eye burning a hole in the back of my neck.