Nolan Hinkley

Nolan awoke to being blinded by the sun. Eunia had ordered the Avoxes to wake the tributes if they hadn't come out for breakfast by eight. He'd decided to sleep as much as possible, and let the Avox come, but he hadn't expected being woken up in this way. In Nolan's home in Ten, his room faced away from the morning sun, so he was able to adjust to the light before having to step into it.

He quickly dressed into his training uniform, a skintight white top and black bottoms. Each district had a different color uniform for their tributes, as an improved way of distinguishing everybody while in training. Nolan quickly ate whatever was put in front of him. Eunia pulled the plate away and ushered him to the door before he had finished.

"C'mon. It's going to be a busy day, and a crucial one." She said, pulling him along. The other tributes were already by the elevator, waiting for it to arrive. Will was with them, giving advice. Nolan could easily hear him when he entered the hall.

"Today is the first day that you'll have the chance for direct interaction with the other tributes. Show them what you can do. I'll see if anyone is willing for form an alliance, and Harry and I will help work something out for each of you. Pay attention to the survival and adaptation stations. You never know what the arena will hold, so those two are crucial." The bell chimed, signaling that the elevator had reached the floor. Luckily, no one was inside, so every tribute could fit.

The ride down to the training floor was quick, all of ten seconds. When the doors opened, Nolan saw that the room was only a third full. He saw the navy-clad tributes from Four, the green of Seven, the light grey tributes from One. Another bell chimed as the elevator next to him opened, revealing the tributes from Three, wearing dark grey.

The Head Trainer, Linielle, had all of the tributes sit while the rest arrived. Nolan sat with the others from Ten the remaining seven districts to arrive.

Helena Jenkins

Helena loved the idea of district colored training uniforms. Two had bronze colored tops, and she'd seen One and Four in theirs when she rode with them in the elevator to her floor last night

The doors to the elevator opened and revealed the training room. It was beautiful. She'd thought the equipment they had in Two was nice, but one weapon here could put all of those to shame. She couldn't wait to get her hands on a spear or sword. She wasn't too great with a spear, but if there was ever a time to learn and excel, it was today.

The elevator next to Helena opened to reveal the tributes of Five, wearing bright red. The color of blood. They had been the last to arrive, so now Linielle was able to start her speech.

"Welcome, tributes of the Fourth Quarter Quell. Here is where you will train before the games begin. The Gamemakers, this year, have a surprise for you." She pulled a card from the pocket of her jacket, opened it and read aloud. "The tributes of the Quell shall be given five days of training, rather than the normal three days, to accommodate the number of tributes present in the games this year." Helena was beyond ecstatic. Five days. Five! It would delay the games a few days, but she was excited to be able to learn more about the weapons, as there were some around the room that she hadn't seen back in Two. Linielle dismissed the tributes to visit their first stations, and Helena, along with Luna, Peter, and Kai, all rushed for the sword workstation.

As she chose her weapon, Helena saw Linielle speaking, or…writing, to the deaf girl from Ten. She sent her off through a side door. Helena was curious as to the cause, but she knew the Trainer wouldn't tell her anything. She returned to her practicing, swearing to herself that she'd find out what had happened later on that day.

Fiona Fierry

Fiona was with Iris and Ganch at the fire starting station. Iris picked up on the skill quickly, and continued to help Ganch while the trainer focused on Fiona. She was having difficulty getting the spark to catch on the dried plant material. Eventually, though, she got it, and was able to keep it alive for long enough as it grew. Eventually the trainer was forced to put it out, and she was left with a smoking pile of burnt grasses. They tried the knot tying station, the snare making, animal preparation, all of the survival stuff came first. Fiona felt it would be best to work with the weapons later on, when the Careers had already had their fun. Fiona was trying to avoid them at all cost.

She tried to memorize the colors that went with each district, so she could tell where everyone was from. She knew the tributes from One, Two, and Four, were in the silver, bronze, and navy uniforms, respectively. Three was in a dark grey. Six was light blue. Seven was dark green. Eight was light purple. Nine was golden. Ten was white. Eleven was light green, and Twelve was wearing all black. She figured the colors had some symbolism as to the district specialty.

She noticed a girl wearing bronze, staring at Iris from across the room. She was from Two, but she was the girl who had been Reaped. She was the girl with ties to the Capitol. Fiona remembered that Iris was also close with the people of the Capitol. Maybe they could get this girl to join in an alliance. She'd have to mention this to Max later when the tributes returned to their floors.

Emmia Gingrass

Emmia was horrified. She'd been at the station with the spears, trying to hit one of the dummies about twenty feet away, when a massive boy picked up a spear and landed it in the dummies head in one forceful blow. Emmia looked over at him, and wanted to scream. It was the boy from her dream, the one who had killed her. He was wearing the light grey uniform of a tribute from One. She didn't want to be anywhere near him, and walked away to another station.

Emmia found herself at the camouflaging station, where she sat next to Tinkra. She knew she wouldn't be too great at this, but it was better than having to stand next to that Career. She tried her hand at painting, swirling and dabbing mud and clay and dirt onto her arm to mimic the ground area. She'd remember to work on that later on in the days to come.

Ember Cunsen

Ember helped move tables together in the break room. All of the tributes were supposed to have lunch together, and all twenty-four, well…twenty-three careers were sitting together. Paxton from Two had brought along his little friend, Elle, the Capitol Girl. She sat right next to him and kept her head down most of the time. Ember would see to it that she didn't cost any of the Careers their own lives. She'd go first. Ad Paxton, too, if he got in the way.

It'd come to an agreement that the leader of the Career pack would either be Nenna, Peter, Cubic, or Ember. The four of them had decided that whoever got the highest score after the individual session with the Gamemakers would get the honor. Now Ember would have to impress. No big deal; he could win this with his eyes closed.

"Do you think we should consider taking in non-careers?" asked Lunara. She got strange glares from nearly everybody at the table. Luxe, of One, was the one who answered her.

"Why would we need to? There are so many of us, these games will be a breeze." Ember couldn't say he didn't agree with the kid, because the games would be easy. It was all a matter of time though, before all of the people at this table would be dead, unless another tribute from Four was lucky enough to stay alive ad leave, a Victor, with Ember.

Sloan Nyval

Sloan couldn't help but stare at the Career table. They had thrown three tables together and all twenty-four of them were laughing together. She couldn't help but feel paranoid, as if they were writing out their list of who to kill first. Did they already have their game plan mapped? How long until they were targeting her, hunting her down like an animal for the slaughter.

"You're shaking again," said Damien. She ignored him, but tried to calm herself. Mary had told her that sponsors wouldn't like it if she was constantly shaking from nerves. She wished Damien would go away. No one from Nine wanted him around. His thievery was renowned in Nine, and it had affected Sloan's family personally. He'd stolen a small locket from her house when everyone had been working. It had belonged to her mother, and was the only thing Sloan had had left of her. She couldn't prove for sure that it was Damien, but with his reputation, is was as good as proven. With the locket gone, Sloan lost her last connection to her mother, and that was unforgivable.

Sloan finished her meal in silence, listening in on the conversations going on around her. Mostly, it was smaller groups of tributes discussing the idea of alliances, and sometimes strategies. She paid close attention to those. If someone gave away crucial information, Sloan might be able to take them out easier. She didn't want to, but it was her only option at this point.

Mariposa Dulark

Maria was thankful for the bigger guys that had been chosen as tributes for Seven. The group had agreed to stick together as an alliance, minus Rachel and Brantley. They were going off with Rachel's little sister from Eight. Everyone had promised to be friendly to one another in the arena, so, should Maria's group run across Rachel's, they'd simply keep running. In her own group, there were still three boys of good strength, and Maria felt good about having that sort of protection.

When everyone was called back down to the training room, Maria made sure to stand so one of the boys blocked her from the eyes of the Careers, who were walking behind them. She could hear them laughing maniacally under their breath, and she wondered if they had suffered a brain injury that made the games seem like fun to them.

Jasper Altone

Jasper kept to himself in training. He didn't allow himself to get intimidated by the Careers when one of them followed him to a station and proceeded to show him up in the lesson. This was a time for improvement, and not for intimidation. He had to focus if he was going to be able to take out any of the Careers.

He focused on the stations with weapons that he'd be more likely to get a hold of, particularly the knives. He learned the proper technique for throwing them, and after about an hour he'd worked out how to aim them. This would be the perfect skill to use against the competition, and it was long range, so he could stay at a safe distance. He also tried his hand at archery and slingshot, with no avail in either. He worked with the weights for a few hours, toning his arms to handle weight. As he lowered the bar back to the resting position, he noticed a large climbing section and an obstacle course. He'd have to try that tomorrow, because Linielle called all the tributes back to their elevators for the night.

Back in the apartment, many of the tributes took their food back to their rooms so that could go straight to be afterward. It seemed like a good idea, because Jasper knew he'd be sore in the morning if he didn't rest, now. He took his plate, nodded his good night to Ogden and Blye, and went to bed.

Sorry that some of the POV's were so shhort. WHose POV do you wat to see featured in the next chapter? What did you think of the first day of rainng for these tributes?