I finished one story yay for me and I will be working on this even though it's probably going to take me forever but can you blame me for my sucky writing and well other stories. I'll try to get to the games before New Year's eve if that is even possible though. I don't care how long it is. Some ARC's begins… Reputation reference...
(POVS are inconsistent)
Chapter 20: Training Day 1 (Careers and girl only group)
Livia Valor (17,2)
I felt my heartbeat thumped loudly against my chest with my hands feeling clammy even though I shouldn't be nervous; how can I not be nervous when I was going to battle for my life along with seventy-one others?
"Smile," Alphia commented, her cherry-coloured wig replaced a platinum wig that seemed to be like a marshmallow in disquise with all its volume and bouncy but sometimes I wondered if she was a marshmallow from what she what she currently wore. A poofy white dress with ruffles and bell-shaped sleeves modified from what she wore at the reaping.
"Stop pestering us, Okay… You do not know what fear feels like. I'm not even sure if the Careers are going to accept me into the pack," I snapped at her unexpectedly. All my life, I have been miss-goody-shoes who doesn't get in trouble to which it was a little ingenuous and innocent back then before everything happened so quickly like a wildfire burning, creating cinders as it goes along and destroying into things as if it never existed.
Virginia and Sabina stared at me as if I done something wrong but maybe in a way I probably have; it seemed inhumane for me to ever raise my voice above a quiet, somnolent tone that I adapted over the passed years.
I walked out leaving probably shocked faces of my rebellious behaviour as I called it but it seemed ridiculous. Never in my life have I actually raised my voice nor act out in such in an irrational manner that never made me of who I was; but I supposed that maybe it was a good thing that I could rebel against all those principles I made to help to become a better person to what I was capable of instead of being someone who is eager to go into the Hunger Games ready to slaughter anyone on site but I didn't wanted to become someone like that. I wanted to make a better community in District 2 but I don't know what to do now.
My heart thumped loudly as I thought about killing someone else. I couldn't do that; not to a person who had family and friends waiting for them back home. It would against those principles I made and it wasn't like me. I couldn't kill people but it didn't matter if I had a choice, I was probably stuck doing that against my bitter judgement.
Duncan Gloomberg (14,1)
I felt a small lump in the bottomless pit in my stomach as I walked down to the training centre in order to train and get allies before our departure in the Capitol and arrival into the arena of this year's Hunger Games. I volunteered because my dad told me I was going to but I think I need a few more years to train and able to think confidently that I may be able to win but not when I was fourteen years old. A normal kid was what I wanted but yet i was never a normal kid; none to what I could actually remember from the past fourteen years of my life.
I didn't ask to volunteer but yet I got chosen. Since I was born, dad controlled my life which probably would explain why my mom left without any goodbye just up and left not taking me with her but I would probably be someone else who wasn't a supposed 'protege' as the others liked to call me at the academy but now I wasn't so sure about the plans laid out for me. I didn't wanted to be a prodigy and didn't want to be some inhumane freak that knew everything. Maybe dad manipulated them from the day I entered the academy? Most likely I was a kid with big things planned out for him as if I was a super genius but I most likely had average intelligence with average strength just like the pupils at the academy.
Since I stepped foot at the academy when I was a mere five year old, scared and horrified to where my life was going to go after this after entering the massive building or at least what it looked like to me. Yet something is amiss from the very start; starting from the way the older kids handled themselves when I had to attack them. They were tough and unafraid while I was afraid and horrified with the big people there hovering over my tiny form, snickering and making rude remarks about me but I held my ground or tried to at least.
Years passed and I'm bewildered of why I won through those matches from those weak punches and kicks thrown at me as I didn't know how to fight back then but know I don't know what to do. Was I just a puppet for someone to play on whenever he was bored? Was my father at fault here? There was so many questions yet I didn't know what to do. Was I acting to arrogant and snotty that I was better than everyone else.
I have to stop acting like a prodigy now, I don't care if they cared if I acted like one back home but that was back home and now I was about to enter the Hunger Games. No one cared if I was one, it was a fight between life or death. A challenge that mocked me.
Triton Wells (17,4)
I met up with the careers that were hovering over the weapons area as if they owned it and would glare at anyone who dared to trespassed over there to the weapon sector but I felt overwhelmed with the amount of careers that were murmuring and looking at the other tributes as if they were afraid of them but careers were careers right? It shouldn't matter if I felt overwhelm by them which was strange for me as I was such a social butterfly who wasn't afraid to speak up. Maybe it was the way they were grouped as it screamed clearly STAY AWAY FROM US, WE ARE DANGEROUS! But from my perspective that was absurd but there was a first time for everything.
"Another shrimp," a boy with the number 2 plastered on his shoulder sneered, looking at me if I was another piece that was awaiting to get eaten. "Should be easy to beat."
"Not if I win first, bitch," someone with curly blonde hair and piercing eyes commented. "Because it's going to be me."
"Keep dreamin' Brooklyn," a girl that had looks identical to the infamous Karen and Jason Brooke so I'm going to guess that was their daughter, Jasinta Brooke.
I remained silent as it was probably the best idea as they were having an argument of who was going to win this year among the careers but seriously some of these tributes were definitely cocky and arrogant especially the girl named Brooklyn and the shrimp boy. That's fucking wonderful. I hope we could pull our act together before we enter the games together and hunt tributes down as an alliance.
"So what are you good at?" a male asked, crossing his arms as if he was upset at something. His eyes narrowed at me but I didn't cower in fear which surprised him. It seemed like the other careers either abhorred him or coward in fear from his posture.
Sabina Valor (17,2)
I looked at the new guy curiously as I studied him. He sure had his posture saying he was confident and it didn't scream arrogant and cocky like those other two or three named Nolan, and Brooklyn; both too confident and arrogant in which would probably be the downfall of this alliance. But I supposed we could pull through the alliance and we could dominate the arena or at least I hope we could.
"So what's your name?" Bodhi blurted out.
"Triton," he replied.
I remained stoic as the tributes wondered around the stations collecting bits of information here and there as if it would help them in the arena but if you had to survive do what you know but at least have some information but that wouldn't matter in the arena.
It's a fight to live or die and I guess I've never been more ready but there was a few things that I had to learn first before I fought for my life along with my sisters and everyone else. This was just a game to find who was the strongest to survive these horrors that lie hidden in the arena deep and awaiting for the tributes to fight for their life along with me.
I was lacking skills that I would most likely need in the arena and I had to protect my sisters from those horrors especially from angelic, ingenious Livia but maybe she was modifying herself to someone else that was cruel and heartless but I hoped that it was just a facade; but I hoped she would stay an angelic, ingenious person but no one like that who would survive the Hunger Games stay like that after the games scarred their minds; some intolerable and crazy more than others.
I just hope that my sisters and I could survive this even if it meant to make sacrifices even if that meant killing others but I shouldn't mind that. I was a career or at least I think I am hopefully.
Shane Thompson (18,1)
I rolled my eyes at the argument of who was going to be the leadder of the pack and the choices are well honestly kind of ridiculous. Did the acedemy wanted these children gone or what? These tributes were either arrogant such as Nolan and Brooklyn, bloodthirsty such as Bodhi and Jasinta or the I-would-rather-remain-silent-as-drama-encroaches-the-alliance group which I was apart of staying away from the drama as if it was the plague with no antidote that inoculates from it.
The careers had to pull their act through or the tributes would realize sooner rather than later that the careers are weaklings and would be able to overpower the careers leaving the alliance shattered into miniscule peices made of glass hidden away in the dirt unable to rectify itself.
Maybe it was because there were too many careers this year that there was many stubborn and strong tributes that it caused so much tension in the alliance? I didn't see anything that could actually damage the alliance but I knew this was going to be a rough few days with the drama we are causing.
I needed to get home not only to bring back honour and have another victor in the district but to see my family once more. Thinking about my family bought a twinge to my heart. It was hard to imagine that I was in the wonderful Capitol and one step closer to being in the games but I promised that I would do whatever it takes to get home especially to Chase, Natalie and my family.
I just hope my strenghths was enough to win this thing and hope I could make it back home alive to see them once more.
Brooklyn Velvet (18,1)
Stupid brats and their whiny attitude of who was going to be the leader. It should obviously be me as I am good looking and will be able to win this thing. Honestly these brats are acting insufferable and I wished they would just shut up.
Look at me, I'm strong and I'm beautiful to be able to win this thing and no other stupid brat was going to win for me even if I maimed them. I wanted to win.
I could show my family that I could win with my snotty attitude at least what they told me but who cares about them. This was going to be my crown and my victory to which no one was going to steal it away from me. They would know it was mine after all my appearance was beautiful to which I've been told and my strengths to which I knew I was going to fucking when this thing with no one to stop me.
I was going to win this after all as I had training and I was excellent at the bow and I was going to win the Games right?
Maverick Silver (18,1)
The career pack was already fighting and we haven't even entered the games yet. This was messed up; the career pack was suppose to be the strongest pack and able to get along with each other and not be at each other throats right now. We had a job to do and that was to kill the outer districts than back stab the careers. But this wasn't my place to say in this situation which was such an enigma to me.
I had to endure three days of extra training I may need and this stupid feud of who was going to be the leader of the pack was getting the way of the extra training the game-makers and the president mercifully gave us as they wanted the tributes to have a fair chance before they were sent to their doom. This fight was none of my businesses and distracted me to what I wanted to get accomplished today but I most likely have to suck it up and ignore the loud bickering. I needed the extra practice so I could preform well in the arena; we all did if we cooperated properly and not bicker every five minutes.
I really wanted to get back to Gemma and Mom alive so I could be proud of myself of this accompishment of winning this year's games which is feasible but I had to put my mind to it and I won't die I hope. But anything is possible including winning the Hunger Games.
It was feasible that i could win this and it would be one of my endeavors of life that I could win the Quarter Quell that sent seventy-two tributes to their deaths with one surviving and hopefully if I played my cards I would be able to win and my dream of winning the Hunger Games will come true or at least I hope.
I was proud of myself that I worked hard to be able to volunteer as it was my last year before I turned ineligible to compete in the games but this was the greatest dream I wanted to complete before I died was to win the Hunger Games but at least Gemma and I could have sex into the newly acquainted Victor's house in the Victor's Village.
But hopefully I can win this. I believed in myself that I could and I won't perish into the arena. Just think positive and I just might win this.
I could do this.
Alexis Rain (16,1)
I composed myself the best I could as I stared at the careers with a composed expression one I mastered over the years. It was a good way to hide the emotions to soothe the hurricane of emotions inside me as nobody asked what I felt when they saw the mask I've created. Nobody didn't care after all I was making this up in my head. I wasn't supposed to be this weak, pathetic girl everyone knew but yet I volunteered to which felt like a never ending dream that was still hard time believing it to be true.
I was finally away from my father but yet it still felt like a dream that I would soon wake up from but no matter how hard I could try father's image still burned into my mind with his voice thundering around loudly saying I must be perfect but fuck that. Who cares if I didn't please him when he sent me into the games.
I didn't choose to be here but perhaps this was the jubilant day of my life as my life was filled with melancholiness and anger trailing me like a snake would. Dad was a snake. Slippery and venoumous described him well. Ready to strike at a moment's notice and murder anyone in his grasp.
No longer would I based my life on his pathetic body and soul with his temper included. I would be my own person and I didn't care if I won the Hunger Games.
Being able to compete in them was enough and I didn't mind if someone slaughtered me as if I was a pig awaiting my fate and ready to be modify into bacon.
I could do this on my own or at least I hope I could but I needed the careers support. Who ever heard of a girl from District 1 not being in the career pack?
Nolan Argent 11 (18,2)
This is completely redundant of training for three days. I wanted to be in the arena now so I could be able to beat all these stupid tributes and I could bring back honour to the district and show the poeple that I could win this as this was easy and simple.
I could win this thing when I'm sleeping and no one would ever doubt that I could win this thing and not perish in teh arena like everyone else back home says I was espcially with my arrogant attitude.
Ugh it was so damn annoying that people think I couldn't win this thing even the mentors said I wasn't able to win this as I shouldn't have this type of attitude as they called it but I knew I was going to win this. No one else was going to win this they will perish I wil triumph over everyone else who perished in the arena to which nobody could stop me.
I was going to win this not even those other arrogant brats that said they were going to win this. I was going to be the only surviving tribute and no one else was going to take my place not if I could help it.
Delta Pikes (16,4)
I'm sure that there was nothing to worry about and we didn't had to fight about it but I wasn't so sure if all this arguing I was afraid of how the outer districts would react to the debate we were having and most likely think that we were weak and it would be an outer district win this year but we couldn't allow that to happen; after all the careers had a reputation to keep up.
But we were going to be ready for it fpr the rebellious tributes who thought they could kill us and probably will take the arena by storm or so I hoped but who knows what was going to happen.
I didn't want to be stressed or worried about this whole thing and we were probably going to be just fine and everything was going to happen for a reason but who knows. I had to keep calm and keep a clear head in these situations; it's the only thing that chould turn things around or so I hoped.
Keeping calm in situations was one thing I loved as I could be able to figure things out and I didn't let stuff bother me but at least if I stayed carefree as possible I could proabbly make it far and maybe will come back to District four but I wasn't sure.
Everything happened for a reason and I hope I could be able to win this thing, maybe I'll die trying. I didn't mind. At least I died trying to fight for my life but who knows. Maybe I will get lucky and survive. It all depends.
Jasinta Brooke (18,1)
I shot another arrow at the target completly ignoring the argument as I had to focus on training as I really wanted to follow my parents footprints of being a victor as it probably ran in the genes but I really hoped I could win this. Being a Victor from not a regular one but a Quarter Quell one was phenomenal at least to me as I survived the deadly horrors waiting for the tributes of whatever the Quell twist maybe.
I wiped my brow from the sweat off my brow and glared daggers at Bodhi who abhorred me like I did to him. I expected him to volunteer actually as he proabbly wanted to get revenge on me for killing his dear aunt who just gotten in the way when my dad won the games by killing her. Either way, we were archenimies and would never work together but maybe I could kill him during the bloodbath at the cornucopia.
It was obvious that we were born to be enemies and our cases was different I wanted to kill him and he wanted to kill me which I didn't care. One of us was going to perish of the fight we most likely will have.
I could posion him or go down in a fight with him which I would gladly do if it meant Bodhi would go down bring happiness on my end as it would be another strike to the Miller family but I didn't care.
I imagined Bodhi's terrified eyes as I raised my sword at him with his widen eyes that stared upon me but I ignored the terrified expression and killed him without a second thought. That would be a dream come true but I wouldn't mind.
It was time to strike the Millers' once again with the loss of their son that died at my hands but it was the same as my father's games.
Jason Bridges (18,2)
I glanced at Sabina hoping that she showed some emotions but sadly there was none. She composed herself really well and didn't look scared than she did when she got reaped but Sabina looked mean and lethal probably hoping she imitated the other tributes that dared to harm her or her sisters as she was very protective of them.
Virginia and Livia almost felt like sisters I never had as I grew up as an only child but I guess it really wasn't that bad but it felt like my parents were overprotective and all the attention lied on me to which I couldn't do anything much.
I didn't like the games but whoever heard a guy from two was afraid of the games? I trined for them as I didn't thought I would ever go to the Hunger Games but I suppose there was a first time for everything especially with Sabina and her sisters reaped someone had to protect the triplets; I guess that would be me.
I just hope no one was going to toture them.
They had to survive. That was a promise I was going to keep and I was going to die trying for them to survive.
Luke Cahill (17,4)
Breathe in then out. I told myself trying to keep myself composed as the others discussed aorund me but I hoped they would fall apart sooner or later so that I could abondon them later once the numbers decreased but I think that might be sooner than I previously thought.
I left saying that I was going to try some survival stations as that would help us in the games as we never know what might happen but it was better to do it rather than be sorry later. The arena was most likely going to be dangerous as it was the Quarter Quell and the previews of them shown the arenas to be dangerous and usually outer district won from the trend of the first, second and third Quarter Quell that was won by District twelve well the first two. The third didn't exactly count due to the failed rebellion.
"Do you want to be my ally?" I asked the female that was focusing on healing.
"I already have two of them," she said.
I felt my emotions crush and hope that I would be able to find some tribute to ally with before the games so I could join them once I left the career pack whenever that might be.
Virginia Valor (17,2)
I looked at Livia hoping that she didn't look overwhelm and terrified by the careers as they do love to imitate others so that they could put fear through people's hearts cutting through it with a knife adding just enough fear until people stepped away from them. That was we're supposed to do and hopefully it'll happen again. It was a tradition in districts 1,2, and 4.
Livia looked stoic and not overwhelmed which greatly surprised me as Livia hated being in huge crowds and the Hunger Games together but for some odd reason she wasn't scared especially with this morning when she snapped at the escort which she probably deserved it but that was from my perspective and it somehow terrified me. Livia was a kind, sweet girl who never talked back to people and respected people not someone who snapped at others.
I knew Livia was from a different district than two as everyone loved the Hunger Games in District 2 but it was nice to have someone who abhorred it. I just hope Livia could adjust to seeing people bleed out to which she couldn't anything to prevent taht.
I tried to sheild her from that but I couldn't keep her protected forver. She was a cage bird ready to flap her wings and take off to which I couldn't keep her locked up forver. She had to learn to fly.
Justin Shore (18,4)
Delta didn't know that I was alive and I had a crush on her ever since I saved her from drowning which was perhaps one of the most noble thing I did for her and wished she would actually look at me and knew that I was with her every step of the way.
Delta didn't even know that I was alive and I wished it could stay like that forver but before I died i had to tell her I had a crush on her for a very long time but I sounded like Peeta Mellark, the District 12 tribute that loved Katniss Evergreen; taboos that wasn't suppposed to be spoken outloud or know of their existence. I just hope I didn't turn out that way.
I practiced my trident blocking Delta away from my mind the best I could. We were rivals that wanted one thing; to survive. I couldn't fall in love with her.
It would only crush both of us as we both wanted to get back home.
Bodhi Miller (18,2)
I had to keep my calm around her as I knewI couldn't kill Jasinta yet as I had to wait until we enter the arena until I kill her for what her family done long time ago willing my aunt which I never knew what she was like as she got taken from me before I was even born.
It was feasible that I could kill her and one of my endeavors to slaughter her just like her dad did to my aunt all those years ago before he slaughtered her without a second thought.
This was going to be my revenge in killing their daughter as that was why I volunteered for this year's games so my aunt could finally sleep better that her death was avenged by her enemy and my enemy.
I would finally rest in peace once her death has been avenged by killing Jasinta. It was the only way. I couldn't fail this.
Bronwyn Vespasian (12,10)
I felt overwhelmed by the amount of tributes at the stations; Was this how by brother felt before he entered the Hunger Games? But at least it was actually normal year with twenty-four tributes instead of seventy-two tributes.
I needed allies if I wanted to survive even if it was going to end in deaths. I knew that allies can have a better success of someone winning than someone who wasn't allying. I just hoped no one was going to give me sympathy when they heard that my brother a few years ago in the Hunger Games.
"Hi, we were um wondering if you um wanted to ally with us?" I blinked at the voice that interrupted me.
"You're that young girl from six and seven right?" I asked.
"Yes… We our mentors said we should ally with you seeing how your brother died a few years ago…" the girl from six trailed off.
"Stop trying to sympathy me!" I snapped at them before continuing on, "If you're just going to pity me for an ally than I don't want to be an ally."
"Erm… Mollie and I ignored them and we wanted someone around our age and well you look like a tough girl so would you want to ally with us?" the girl from six replied clearly unfazed by my outburst that I created.
All my life I have been pitied for two years since my brother's death. I tried my best to narrow my miniscule outburst that I snapped at people that dared to give me sympathy about my brother's death. I hate that people immediately judge me that I would be scared and afraid to talk to people but I guess it all gone down to one word. Assumed. I thought I was going to be continuously treated like a broken ornament and I would perish into the Hunger Games.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you two… It's rather a pet peeve of mine that I snap at people whenever they try to pity me," I told them.
"We get it or at least I do… If it helps my parents are avokes and I don't know the reason why," the girl from six said in a calm voice.
"So do you accept being an ally of ours?" the girl from six inquired.
"I guess," I murmured.
Mollie Plover (13,7)
I stayed silent as Emmy talked to the girl from ten who seemed very composed and ready to burst if someone pitied her. The small outburst she did startled me but I supposed it was natural that she really couldn't help just like my father and his illness. It was something that can't be preventable. We can't prevent it no matter how hard we try.
Focus Mollie I told myself as I pondered into my thoughts not paying attention to where the conversation was going. I had to pay attention if I wanted to come back to Lee and to my parents back in sevon. I had to survive this never-ending nightmare.
"Is there any other allies you want?" Emmy asked.
"I'm not picky," Bronwyn said.
"Mollie?" Emmy asked.
"I'm not sure… I think our group is okay just like it is," I murmured. I didn't know whether to trust Bronwyn and Emmy or I shouldn't trust them.
Was I making a severe mistake of allying with these two? I didn't trust them at least not yet as I'm not sure if they are going to leave me if I don't trust them immediately but I had to be cautious around them. These are the Hunger Games and allies do backstab allies. I hope these two don't do it.
Emmy Feilds (12,6)
Mollie and Bronwyn seemed reticent as we walked to the survival stations. I really needed to try healing as it was useful in the arena if one of us gets hurt or anything and we could at least last a little longer even if our ages range from twelve to thirteen but at least we'll have a fighting chance, I hope.
"Do you guys have any experience with healing?" I asked.
Bronwyn and Mollie decline both remaining quiet around me as if they were catious around me. Bronwyn and Mollie both reminded me of both of my friends back at home who were both the same age as them and it was truly tragic that not all of us was going to survive this.
It was a shame really I was sure that Bronwyn and Mollie could become great friends with me but it was too bad that we were going to die in the next few days but it was probably going to be a good few days before the Hunger Games happened and death would be trailing us like we were a lost puppy waiting for our owner to come back to us.
This was going to be one of my worst fears when I entered the Hunger Games along with the many tributes that wanted to live as much as I do is that there was going to be a lot of deaths, violence everywhere probably everyime I look around the corner and seeing the countless crimson red blood pooling around the tributes but I didn't think I could handle seeing the crimson red blood pooling from the victim.
Alliance Recap:
Careers: Duncan, Alexis, Jasinta, Triton, Sabina, Virginia, Livia, Brooklyn, Shane, Maverick, Jason, Nolan, Bodhi, Delta, Luke, Justin
Girls only group: Bronwyn, Emmy, Mollie
Loners: Everyone else that was not named for now.
Yes I know that was a lot of POVs and well I am off this week and I'm glad it's almost my birthday to which I am going to have an update on it hopefully and we'll be in the games. No update on Thanksgiving for those in the US as I will be busy and it's the anniversary of my dad's mom death.
Think of better names I'll take them into account especially the girl only group it was either that are younglings.
Anything surprise you?
Do you think the careers will be able to stop fighting?