A/N: Sorry for the delay! The snow wiped out my internet connection.

And congrats to Nirvana for winning the third P.O.V. drawing.

Enjoy!

~Day Two Training~

Nirvana Filmore's P.O.V.

I remember back at my home in twelve, our family never had carpet; just stale wood that would splinter under our feet.

I hate it here. I hate the Capitol and everything they mock us with. I could complain but I doubt they'd listen. I wonder why? It's not like I'm at the bottom of the twelve district's pyramid or anything.

Everyone is at the table by the time I reach the dining room. Light puts his elbow on the table and covers his mouth to hide his smirk as he sees me in my pink sports bra for training. No, Nathanille, she won't look overdressed or anything. The way I see it is underdressed.

"Yeah Light, because I'm sure your girlfriend likes it when you check a girl out." Light puts his hands up in protest. There is a smile on my face, which I don't know where it has come from.

There's a lack of depression here in the Capitol. No starving people in the street begging for food. No kids as skinny as sticks- I can no longer count my ribs.

I've been thinking about Frida a lot lately. Thinking about how I could have spent more time with her in my free time. Winnie and Destry gave me a break and stopped entering my nightmares by last night.

After a couple of statements of Effie that seem meaningless at first, we start leaving for the gym. I shiver under the cold in the elevator that would be much easier to keep away if I wasn't wearing summer's clothing.

We arrive pretty late and people have already started stations. Light and I split up. He goes toward the district two girl, Arabella, and I head towards Lucas.

Our first station is the knot tying station. I come up with some weird knots, which end up being useless. The other boy at the station is from eight. His name is Zane. Luke hasn't said a good thing about him once. But Zane seems pretty trustworthy to me- and a good knot tier.

After ten minutes of tying and small simple steps from the instructor, I'm entirely confused and my mind is stuck on rope. Luke and I walk towards the weaponry for our second time in these two days and pick up the first weapons we see.

Luke had his eyes set on the one scythe that was left on the table, not that someone was using another one, and got right to work.

My hand grabs the polished bow and a quiver of arrows. I slowly raise my arrow set by the string of the bow. I pull the arrow back. A dummy is strung in front of me. It has black button eyes and that's it. It's like a rag-doll. Frida.

I lower my bow and think for a while, then lower my bow. I can't do it. I can't kill anyone. My whole life was trying to keep people alive.

Well, I guess this was a waste of time.

Lunch is a bit boring. Luke finds a table somewhat close to the careers and the boy from eight joins us. We talk for a while, but Luke stays out of it. He's gone completely pale.

Zane says he's trying to get into alliance with the boy from ten because he looks like a trustworthy partner. It somehow strikes me as odd. The outgoing jabberjay with a quiet lone wolf. But the pair seem like good allies to me. Especially since they both have a bit of mystery added to their character.

When we get back into the gym, I start working with Zane more. We meet up with Devon in the camouflage station.

"You found any good targets yet?" I ask while Luke paints "mud" onto my tan skin.

"Yeah, plenty." He says wiping off his fingers and handing me a paper towel.

I smile a little. "Any allies yet?" Luke turns to me, and then looks over my shoulder at Devon and Zane who are separately painting something on their forearm.

Luke turns ad walks away towards the survival techniques station, I don't follow, because even though my days have been ruined by the games, I want to make the rest of my spirit last.

I sit back down with Zane and Devon and learn about certain plants that make good for painting. I finally think at the end of training- "Did I just loose my alliance?"

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Julian is the first to leave for the private gamemaker's session. He'll score something high, I know it. Not only is he been training all his life, but he's another capitol lapdog.

It takes five minutes for each tribute, and soon Lexi is leaving the room.

Another five minutes, Apollo leaves.

Then another five minutes, Arabella makes for the baby blue doors leading to the gym.

The cycle keeps going until I'm left with Light from my district. We don't talk at all during the five minutes.

I hug my knees against my bare-like-body. I'm still wearing the worst outfit out of all twenty-four tributes, but my nerves seem to be more afraid of what I'll do for the gamemakers.

Light leaves and the room feels like it's dropped a few degrees. I'm sure he'll be doing something career like. Something far out of my league.

A minute passes by and time seems to slow down. My breath puffs smoke as I breath deeply to relieve the stress. An avox comes in and starts to clean off some of today's leftover lunch trays. I watch him clean for a long time.

I open my mouth to say something; I feel a little bad for him. Then Light's five minutes are up and I have to leave. I give a small fake grin to the avox and get up.

He mouths a "good luck" that looks incredibly deformed when he is missing his tongue. I nod and walk through the doors.

The light is bright and hot, a nauseous feeling waves over me. All of the weapons are practically gone except one arrow splayed across the same bow I used earlier today. There's an ax beside it and a few knives but I'll feel more confident with the light arrows.

A dummy is already placed in front of me from Light's session. The weapons have been removed from it's body, or otherwise Light has missed the entire target.

I aim my arrow right for the heart. I am too far away from the dummy to make a perfect clear shot, but I know that I could still get a good shot off of it.

I feel more heat rushing up against my body. Sweat runs down my forehead in beads. But I think of Frida again. I think of Destry and Winnie. Even of Anthony and my mother.

My grip slides up and I purposely aim towards the ceiling. I turn around from the dummy to set down my bow and arrow. A small scream from a female gamemaker reaches my ears.

Sparks fly to the ground of the training room. The dummy across from me has multiple and major burns running in lines across it's body done by the fallen power line.

My arrow falls the ground, the violet painted hen feathers on the fletching are burnt away, as well as the arrowhead.

The gamemakers seem a little shocked. Or as rephrased- Very shocked.

"You're excused Ms. Filmore." The head gamemaker says sitting up in his chair. I notice the sparks still falling as I walk under where the old power line used to be.

I am a little glad that I have not just put myself into that bad scoring position.

But then again, I may have just taken myself as a big target. I sigh and get into the elevator where Katniss and Peeta, our mentors, wait.

A/N: And so the last training day for the tributes. (Next chapter will still be training but will be an overview of these two days in a Capitol's veiw.)

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews guys! Especially from chapter 19.

-Fifi