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Azgaro Ice POV
I sit up, leaning against the back railings of the bed.
I'm here again.
Why am I here once again?
I move my bangs out of my eyes. One Game is enough to last a lifetime of four hundred years.
Why another?
I check the clock. It's 6:15, still fifteen minutes until I am awoken by the overly cheerful Azurei, aka the escort.
Apparently every day is a "big, big, big day!"
Eventually, Azurei comes to wake me, and I get up. "It's a good, good, good morning!" I say, mocking her tone, which makes her face redden.
"Now is not the time for jokes, Azgaro!" she says angrily. It takes all I have not to laugh out loud.
We walk out to breakfast. I sit down at my chair and Azurei goes to wake Acacia up. They come out, Acacia yawning. She's still in her pajamas, checkered blue pants and a blue shirt. Plus bunny slippers.
Classic.
"Acacia, those are some nice, nice, nice shoes!" I say, mocking Azurei again. Acacia laughs and plops down, and Azurei stomps over to meet us for breakfast.
"Now, excuse me while I go get your mentor." Azurei says, walking off into the mentor's quarters.
"Have a great, great, great time!" Acacia calls after her, chuckling. I laugh.
Our mentor is named Phinn O' Nyl. He won the games about seven years back, and luckily isn't drunk or a druggy.
Phinn and Azurei walk out from the quarters, Phinn tired like all of us. They plop down on their seats and some Avoxes come to serve us.
Now, I've mentored before, so I'm used to the Capitol food. Nevertheless, it rocks.
There are about ten different flavored pancakes, fruit flavored gelatin, dried fruits, pita bread, warm bread and pastries, some blood red fruits, thick waffles, long strips of bacon, and so much more.
"So, I say we talk strategy." Phinn starts. I nod.
"Well, are we doing Careers or a seperate alliance?" Acacia asks.
"I think you would do well with the Careers, Acacia." Phinn replies. "As for you, Azgaro, in your Games you were alone, and you did well, obviously, so maybe you should go solo for this one t-"
"Nope, I'd rather try something new." I say, smirking. Phinn shakes his head, smiling sadly.
"I'm just suggesting something for your sake. You lived, you are a Victor, you should stick to the safe plan." he says. I shake my head.
"Careers it is!" I say, high fiving a giggling Acacia.
Phinn almost protests, but lets it go. "As for the Cornucopia, if you want to be in the Careers, you have to proove yourself here. Grab what you can. Dominate, get a few kills in, and it's all good." he continues. I nod.
"And I swear, if either of you die in the bloodbath-"
"And the chances of that are?" Acacia interrups cockily.
"Wel-" Phinn starts.
"Zero. Nada. Zip." I finish. Phinn rolls his eyes, obviously tired of us.
"Fine then. When you make it past the Bloodbath, stay with the Careers for a while, hunt a bunch, and when the numbers dwindle down-"
Acacia Yandalu POV
"Sabotage." I finish, with an evil grin on my face. I laugh as I shove some foreign Capitol food- I heard Azgaro call it a pancake- into my mouth. It's really good, actually.
Phinn rolls his eyes and puts his head back. "Don't worry Phinn." I say, putting my arm around him. "We got this." I say, slapping Phinn on the back.
I sit back in my chair. "Sooo, who do you think will be in the Careers this year?" I ask.
"Hmm.." Phinn begins. "We don't exactly have the strongest people this year, I have to admit. My guess would be you, Azgaro, Glint, Mila, Serena and Kendrick. But who knows?"
"I don't know about Serena. We don't necessarly have a...good relationship." Azgaro says.
"Hm?" I ask, curious.
"I might annoy the life out of her, nothing much..." Azgaro says, probably thinking of times he has spent with her.
I laugh. "Oh, is that so? I didn't know that you could annoy someone." I say sarcastically. "Now, Phinn, are you gonna send us gifts, or do you hate me enough already?" I question. Phinn chuckles.
"I don't particularly enjoy you, but if you die, it won't be my fault." he respnds simply.
"Is that your way of saying you'll send me stuff?" I inquire, leaning on the table.
"Sure.."
"Acacia! Get your elbows off the table!" Azurei shouts randomly. I sit up quickly, a bit taken aback.
"Don't you get it? This table is mahogany, the finest of all wood!" I can't help but laugh. It's amazing how most people are worried about putting things on the table, and the Capitol idiots yell at you to get everything off of it.
Suddenly, an Avox walks in through the right corridor with a slip of paper.
"You will be arriving at the Capitol shortly. Please gather your belongings and prepare for exit."
More Avoxes enter and give Azgaro, Phinn and I our luggage. I get up from the table to look out the window.
Whoa. It's so... Big.
"Huge, isn't it?" Azgaro comments, suddenly sitting right next to me.
"Ginormous." I say, in awe.
Eventually, we arrive at the station, followed closely by the District Seven train. Even through the thick glass windows, you can hear the chanting. Chanting of my name. And Azgaro's. And the names of the tributed from Seven.
"Come, we best not be late! Your stylists are waiting!" Azurei shouts. She pulls us out the door.
With my luck, I'll probably have the most idiotic stylist in the Capitol.
But it's all about the odds, right?