Crystal Rivers' POV

Four tributes have already entered the Training Centre, and I know that I am the next person to be called in. I sit as the rest of the tributes restlessly fidget in their chairs. The snobby District Three boy had gone into the arena about fifteen minutes ago and he was taking longer than some of the other tributes. Finally he hobbles out, his foot dragging on the concrete floor. I wonder what happened to him in the Training centre that causes him to act like this. But before I can ponder farther, I am called into the Training Centre to be judged.

It's so empty and quiet in here without the other tributes. It's just me and the Gamemakers now. I gaze around at the many stations, not able to decide what to do. Mace and Marble already called dibs on swords and Rora insisted on fighting with knives. Finally, a weapon catches my eye. Perfect. I know that it's a little cliche to be a District Four tribute fighting with a trident, but it'll have to work.

Standing on a pedestal is one of the most beautiful weapons I have seen. A silver trident stands tall and proud, covered in aquamarines, my favorite stone. I carefully lift it up, not wanting to damage its beauty, and grasp it tightly. It's heavy and hard to lift, but I mananger as best I can.

First, I wave it around expertly, giving the Gamemakers a little show. Then, I turn on the dummies and they begin to move towards me, carrying spear like weapons in their large hands. I block the first attack, taking the trident in two hands using it as a barricade. Finally, I see a blind spot and jab the dummy in the stomach, causing it to collapse. But I wasn't over yet.

A second dummy approaches me, this time holding a sword. It slashes at my head, but greatly misses. This one is more difficult than the last, for its movements were more rabid and skilled. But after five more minutes of blocking and dodging, I stab its chest and it meets its demise.

Then, the most difficult dummy runs away and launches into the climbing net near the ceiling. This one carries a bow and a many arrows. I rush to the climbing net and scramble up to face it, but the dummy jumps away. I realize that I cannot fight this dummy like the others, I'm going to have to throw my trident at it.

I lift my weapon with my right hand and close one eye. The automaton is about thirty yards away from me, and I had to throw this trident perfectly. Taking a deep breath, I thrust the trident forward and let go. I watch in awe as my weapon soars through the air and wedges itself into the dummy. I smile as it goes limp and falls to the ground. I had done it! I know that I am going to get a high score when the game makers judge everyone!

Dannin Grande's POV

I sit in my chair, taking deep breaths. The tributes from one, two, and three have already finished judging and the District Four boy entered the arena about ten minutes ago, meaning I am next. I feel bad for those two kids, I mean they are too young to become murderers, not to mention they are siblings. However, I think I may have underestimated the girl, since she came out with a wide grin on her face. I make a mental note to count her as a potential threat.

Suddenly, the doors open, startling me. Out comes James who rushes over to his waiting sister.

"How did you do?" She asks him.

"Okay, I think. I did the tridents, like you. But I messed up once, I think," James tells her worriedly.

"I'm sure you did great, James. I did tridents, too, but I'm probably not as good as you."

I roll my eyes at the fact that they were openly sharing what they showed in front of the other tributes. That alone could cost them their lives.

"Dannin Grande," that annoying computer voice says.

I rise from my chair as Justice, who is sitting near me gives me a nod. Looking at me, she mouths,

"Good luck."

Well, here goes nothing. I throw my shoulders back and breathe deep as I push open the iron doors leading to the Training Centre.

Without hesitation, I go straight to the throwing knives. I pick up the first one I see, the blade is jet black with a elegant handle. Not thinking, I throw at one of the dummies. However, in my rush, I miss all of the targets and the knife hits the foot and bounces off. I try again with a gold knife and it gets closer to the heart. At least I'm improving. My last shot, with another black knife barely misses the target by about three inches. It could still be a fatal shot, but it wasn't the best. Knowing that I would be escorted out in a matter of minutes, I save myself the embarrassment and walk out on my own.

I feel disappointed at my attempt, and I know that my score won't be too high. However, that last shot was pretty good. I guess I'll just have to wait until they see my scores. Still trembling from the adrenaline, I head back to my dorm on the fifth floor.

Gertrude Chambers' POV

It's been hours since I arrived at the Training Centre and I begin to feel restless. Luckily, my newly formed ally, Dannin, had just entered, leaving me next. I can tell that the other tributes are getting restless, but they are too nervous to talk to each other. Therefore, we all sit in silence, waiting for our judgement.

I sigh in relief as Dannin walks out of the arena. Finally, it's my turn. I look at my district partner, who is trembling with uncertainty. For someone that confident to be acting like this, she must really be nervous. However, I know she'll be fine with our alliance. As she walks off, I stand as my name is called.

Nearly bursting with excitement, I quickly strut into the arena. The Gamemakers, I can tell are losing focus. It seems like I only have half of their attention. But, whatever, I'll find a way for them to notice me.

I turn towards an unusual station, that isn't used often. The weight lifting area. Since all of the tributes are either too obsessed with the weapons or too weak, not a lot of tributes use the weights, giving me an advantage. Besides, when your living alone in an alleyway, you usually do a lot of hard labor.

I lift up a handle, attached to an iron ball and I lift it high up over my head with all of my strength. Then, I lunge forward and let it fly, letting the forty pound weight crash into a dummy, knocking it over. However, I know that forty pounds isn't going to cut it.

I pick up a heavier weight, this one weighing seventy pounds, and raise it with my arms and throw it forward. This one actually crushes part of the edible plants section. Whatever, only losers go there to train.

But I've saved the best for last. The one hundred pound dumbbell sits on a rack, just waiting to be used. I grasp this one in my hand and I strain with the weight. It's too heavy to lift above my head, so I underhand it through the air and it makes a crashing impact as it shatters a glass rack, holding sets of throwing knives.

When I'm finished wreaking havoc for the Gamemakers, I strut back out to the waiting room, knowing that I have done well.

Justice Blain's POV

Alright, just calm down and it'll be okay. I can't lose focus in there, or I'll get a low score. Deep breaths, keep breathing. Okay. I can do this. I need to stay strong if I want to win. I'm next, and I know that I will do just fine. I'll astonish the game makers with my archery skills and I'll get a good score and tons of sponsors.

However, I begin to lose confidence as Gertrude walks out, his red hair styled in a Mohawk, as usual. It is going to be a matter of seconds until I am called.

"Justice Blain."

I rise from my chair, shaking slightly, slowly make my way to the large iron doors that I pull open. Now that I am alone in the Training Centre, it seems much more large and overwhelming than it did with twenty three other tributes. After a moment of deciding what to do, I finally decide to show off archery.

I choose the golden bow that I had practiced with the previous day, and a handful of arrows, three to be exact. I straighten the silver feathers on one of them, not wanting my shot to be askew.

I take a deep breath and let the first arrow fly towards the dummy. It soars and I hope for the best. It strikes the automaton in the neck and I let out a sigh of relief. I reach over for the next arrow and I take aim again, drawing the bowstring so it is right next to my lip. I release my fingers and my second arrow goes flying, this time hitting the target in the stomach.

This last arrow has to be impressive. I need all I can get from those Gamemakers. I grasp my final arrow and load it into the bow. Pulling back as far as I can, I prepare to make my final shot. I gasp as I let go and it lands right between the dummy's eyes. I can't believe it! That was one of the best shots I have ever done!

Feeling confident in my results, I exit the arena, leaving Trevor next.

Trevor Yaksin's POV

I'm next, I can't believe it. I know that I am definitely not ready to do this. I'll fail epically! I shouldn't even be here, I'm only twelve and I can't even hurt a fly. Go to the Reapings, they said. You won't get chosen, they said. Well, look where I am now!

I almost begin to hyperventilate as my name is called over a set of speakers. It's time. Time to fail and end up as good as dead.

As I go up to the iron doors, I attempt to open them, but they are too heavy for me to lift. I hear some of the other tributes snickering as the trainer has to open them for me. My cheeks flush a deep red from the embarrassment.

Upon entering the Training Centre, the first thing I notice is the fact that half of the edible plants section has been crushed by a weight. Whoever did that is a jerk. I was going to train there! Whatever, I'll try to do whatever I can with what little of the station is still standing.

I salvage what little I can from the wreckage and go to work, deciphering what plants are edible and which ones aren't. Night lock is deadly, but blueberries are okay. Cherries and cranberries are great, but don't eat the red ones with the black fuzz.

For ten more minutes, I continue distinguishing the different berries until I am completely done. Therefore, I rise from my station and walk out, not daring to even glance at the Gamemakers.

A/N

No new announcements, except for the fact that I will be on vacation for Thanksgiving and I am not sure how often I'll be able to update. (The place I'm staying at has questionable wifi.) But I'll try to finish the game makers before Monday. Also, I didn't do James' POV because his session is exactly the same as Crystal's. I didn't want the sessions to be too repetitive.

What does Mace Tomahawk do for his Gamemaker session?

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