Training day 2

District Ten's Tanner Hart's POV

"Watch where your going ugly!" A boy shouted angrily at me.

I was walking towards the hand to hand combat station to learn how to fight, only for this dumbass to run into me like a fucking blind person. I was excited to get to that station and I guess I wasn't watching where I was going.

"You watch where your going you piece of cow pie!" I replied nastily to him, only for me to feel the familiar feeling to a fist hit the side of my face. Damn, now I was going to have to fight. I didn't want to because of what Tarbh told me before I hopped on the train. 'Try not to get everyone to hate you.' She told me that. 'Don't try to walk into fights.' She told me that as well. And yesterday, I succeeded in doing just that.

"You walked into ME you bastard, not the other-" He started, but quickly shut up when I kneed him in the stomach.

Ha! Not so tough are you!

"That's for hitting me you fuck tard!"

I felt him slam a fist into my stomach.

"You hit me first shit skin!"

Ha! Shit skin, that was funny. "The fuck you laughing about shit waffle?" HA HA HA HA HAAA! I found myself rolling around on the ground from what he said. Shit waffle, that was hilarious. Shit skin, shit waffle! HA HA HA HA HAAA! "Are you high on something?" He shouted. "Are you laughing at me you pile of crap!"

"Fucking. Stop!" I laughed as I held my sides with both hands as they started to hurt. "I. I. Can't. Breathe." The stuff he was saying was pure gold! Why did this jerk off have to be so god damn funny? And what the fuck's a waffle?

"Good! I hope you suffocate you fucking weirdo!" He growled I felt, what I guessed was, a boot to the head. It hurt, but I've suffered worse from District Ten, and had to keep on working because the bastard Greenlaw family. Well, I guess it would be more of a bitch family, but still.

I calmed down from laughing at his funny words before he kicked me again.

"Your funny. Not fuck off you fat lipped black assed ape!" I shouted as I delivered a powerful kick between his legs before he cried out in pain before falling to the ground clutching his injured area.

"We're both the same colour you ass gravy sucker!" He shouted in a slightly higher voice.

"The fuck Timber!" A male voice shouted above us. "I thought I told you not to get into any more fights!"

Oh, that's right, his guy fought with that other girl, Vida something and other yesterday before he got kicked out along with that girl.

"She started it!" Timber told him.

"You ran into me fuck face!" I told Timber.

"You two need to learn to say excuse me. Fucking morons." The peacekeeper growled.

"Excuse me fucking morons." I replied. "There, I learned what to say next time. Happy?"

"The things I put up with." The peacekeeper said before I felt a pair of hands grab my wrists before I saw a peacekeeper start to drag Timber away from me. "God damn kids.'

"You haven't heard the last of Timber Carther!" The boy shouted at me. I had a feeling he was telling the truth. "This fight an't over! You hear me! I'll get my revenge!"

"What fucking ever!" I shouted to him. I sure hoped that he didn't come and attack me in revenge, I didn't want to hurt him too much over a stupid fight like this, and I might of taken in a little too far with my last attack on him.

I felt myself start to get dragged by the pair of hands when a small framed, blond haired, green eyed girl started to walk beside me as I got closer to the exit. She had a bright smile on her face and her waist length hair had been cut to just over shoulder length.

"Hi there sexy," She said to me in the kind of voice the whores back home used when they were talking to people and promised a good time to them. She was pretty enough to be one.

Wait? Why the hell was she talking to me like that? After a fight? Now of all times? "I couldn't help but notice that your a lost soul who looks like he can handle himself in a fight. I like people like you." She said as she gently placed her right index finger on the side of my face before tracing it my face and neck. The fuck was she doing? "You should come and join me, I'll make it worth your while."

"I see what's going on here!" I shouted to her. "You, Jenriko of District One is offering sex for protection. Well I'm all up for it hoebag." Her smile continued to shine as she extended a hand.

"So we have a deal?" She asked.

"Fuck yeah we have a deal sugar tits." I told her as I shook her hand before the peacekeeper dragged me threw me out of the training center, forcing me to let go of her hand.

I landed hard on the elevator floor before the door closed on me.

Now that I looked back on what I had done, all I could think of was, "Wait...What...Huh? What the fuck just happened?" Sure I could see through her whore like voice, but why did I agree to her proposal so easily?

District Two's Jeremiah Sentris's POV

"Did it work?" I asked as Jenriko returned to us, all smiles as usual.

"Of course it worked," Jenriko answered proudly. "No guy can resist the potential reward of sex."

"Most guys are doltish and obtuse." Dylan explained to us, using words that I don't think half the people in this group understand. I pretended to ignore him because it would of ruined the happy mood of the group.

"Yeah, be seductive and they turn into drooling apes." I said, the proof was from the District Ten boy who probably hasn't gotten laid in his life due to his ugly features. Because of that, it was funny to watch Jen seduce him and trace her finger down his face and neck while whispering sweet nothings to him. An easy target, that's what he was.

"Oh hey, look at me I'm the average teenage guy." Jenriko said with a deep, mocking like voice. "I think with my dick, not my brain." She made gestures to make her impersonations even funnier.

"It's a good thing I not the average kind of guy," I said, looking at Dylan and thinking of myself. "I can actually think of other things rather then sex when a girl is in front of me."

"And you think I can't?" Dylan asked.

"I don't know, can you?" I asked him jokingly.

"Dexterously." Dylan answered, using one of those words that nobody understood. I hated him using words like that in situations like this, it almost killed the conversations, and I liked this kinds of conversations.

"Your both guys," Jenriko said to us with a not so serious voice, but at the same kind, a little serious. "So you can't completely ignore a sexy girl talking dirty to you."

"And you should be talking," Dylan said calmly, but dryly and sarcastically. "It's not like you could ignore a guy who wants to have his way with you."

"As long as he's handsome." Jenriko said as she gave a little chuckle.

"Slut." Dylan said dryly, which made me laugh a little. Oh man, this conversation was going places, and it was awesome. Dad told me not to get involved with girls in anyway unless I was going to use them for my own personal gain, but I wasn't going to listen to him, because I wasn't going to throw away my two female allies like pieces of trash. Sure they'd have to end up dead sooner or later, but they were actually pretty good. I liked all of us being together.

"Will all of you shut the fuck up and actually focus!" Victory's voice shouted angrily at us.

Well, those times where Victory didn't seem to like us to have fun. "Can the only thing you three talk about is sex? Focus on the main objective here and see what other useful tributes we can round up to join our alliance." Well, she just killed our fun as quickly as a career beheading another tribute. Damn Victory, can't we just have a little fun and not be so serious? Even Dylan was actually coming out and being humorous.

"Fine." Jenriko said while rolling her eyes slowly and largely, showing heavy annoyance and sarcasm at the same time, which I thought was pretty funny despite my district partner getting angry at us. I mean, couldn't we have a little fun? "See that guy over there?" She asked, pointing towards someone in front of her. We all turned around to see that she was pointing at a tall, strong looking guy with light brown hair. Trim Fetching from District Nine.

"Yeah." We all answered, wondering if she really wanted that guy to join us. He was all right with a spear, but he was annoying because he wanted everyone to accept him. And when he wasn't accepted, he was pissed off and demanded to know why you didn't like him. He tried to hard to be liked.

"He really needs to get laid." Jenriko laughed.

At that moment, Dylan and I started to laugh as well, more I then Dylan, but I could hear him laughing lightly.

But the situations soon back fired when I saw Victory give a sharp back kick to Jenriko's face.

District Four's Dylan Drake's POV

Seeing Victory kick Jenriko in the face seemed to eradicate the mood even more then it did last time. The mood seemed to just disappear as Jenriko staggered back several feet.

"What was that for?" She asked as she held her face with a solitary hand.

"The hell do you think it was for?" Victor retorted. "Can none of you not think of sex? I swear, I don't think any of you are taking this seriously."

I sure as hell was taking it seriously. I was always taking it seriously. It's just that I got involved with the conversation and it ended up like this.

"We are taking it seriously." I told Victory, who had taken the somewhat officious role as being our leader.

"Shut up four eyes," She said quickly without even looking at me. She never looked at me, and I knew why. I don't think the other careers made the connection, but her brother, Vladimir, died in the same year that my sister won. It mustn't of been hard for her to make the connection. Creek Drake. Dylan Drake.

I was solicitous that she'd take her anger of my sister onto me. I was watching out for her, because right now, she seemed like a little time bomb that might take out everyone in her path.

My sister, acting mentor, told me last night to watch out for her, not that I needed her advice for that, I already knew that. So since I learned her name from the reaping review tape on the train ride, I watched her to find her weaknesses and strengths.

Her weapon of choice was a bow and arrow that she seemed to never miss with. She was also adapted in hand to hand combat and was strong as well. Not as strong as Jeremiah was, but still strong. She also had exquisite looks, which gave her an advantage in terms of sponsors just by looks.

She had the looks of Jenriko. The strength of Jeremiah. And my deadly aim with spears.

But was she smart? She didn't appear to be, all she was was bossy, telling us to scout out tributes to join the careers since Calamity was out of our group and Selene was only slightly better then the mediocre tribute.

Victory was also short tempered and sucked at survival skills. If the career supplies got destroyed, she wasn't going to last very long. "You are so not taking this as serious as I am."

"I am taking it seriously." I told her strongly. "I'm taking it so seriously it's almost inapprehensible."

"There you go saying those words again like you think your so smart and know everything." Victory snarled without looking at me. "I bet you don't even know what your talking about."

"I do know what it means," I told her, insulted that she'd think that I'm so dumb that I'd use words that I didn't discern. "It means-"

"I don't care what it means," She interrupted rudely. "And you Jen, don't even think about attacking me or else."

"Or else what?" Jenriko challenged giving an arrogant smirk. I saw that Victory was about to hit Jen, so I did something that would probably make the career pack hate me and think of me as a coward.

"Hay peacekeepers!" I shouted. "Over here!"

If Jen or Victory or both somehow decided that they'd divorce from the career pack and be our enemy, it would only create more problems for us and me in the future. But this way, hopefully we can avoid something abysmal from happening.

District Nine's Wren Sylvia Hayes's POV

When mom had to say goodbye to me, I saw her do something that I had never seen her do before. She came up to me and cried. Never had I seen her cry, and I didn't know how to handle it. After all, I was crying as well, because of all those deaths that happened in the square and how I was going to go away from my family and I didn't know if I was going to come back again.

Up there, I was too shocked at what I did to even think about what was going on, but when I got into the justice building, I just broke down, and I wasn't the only one, not even close.

Mom cried with me and said that she loved me and that she only wanted the best for me, which was so out of character for her it was almost scary.

She shouted and tried to transform us into ladies, like her, so that we could fit in when we had to. She prepared us for any situation, though this was one situation that she hadn't prepared us for, i doubt that she was prepared herself.

She said that I was braver then she could ever be, which was also out of character for the person who always criticized my sister and I. For a moment, I wondered who this women was and what had she done with my mom. But then I remembered the other adults at the square, the ones who had lost kids and those who nearly lost kids as well. Mom was no different then they were.

Hearing mom talk about how she just wanted the best for me just made me break down inside.

My sister, Aspen, came in next, she was basically the same as mom, crying. Brave little Aspen who wasn't scared to speak her mind told me that she was scared of losing me and wondered what life would be like without me. It made me cry even more.

She was always there for me, and I was always there for her. I looked at the simple wooden ring that i had given her as a birthday present a couple years earlier. She said that even though I was going to the Capitol, we wouldn't be completely separated if I had her ring. I just had to look at her ring and know that if I was in need of comfort and know that she was cheering me on.

Finally, dad came in and started talking to me.

He started to tell me that while he knew how I felt, I needed to learn how to get out of my comfort zone and start talking with people. He told me that I'd have a better chance of surviving if I had an ally with me. Also, I'd need to do a private training session, so I couldn't back away from there unless I wanted a bad score. I'd also need to do an interview, both my score and interview could be the difference between some sponsors and no sponsors, and some sponsors could be the difference between life and death.

I also needed to learn how to use a weapon to defend myself. Even just one weapon.

I took his advice, but so far, I hadn't even practiced anything at any training sections. Physically anyway, I listened to what the trainers said to the other tributes and learned from that.

As for getting an ally, I was too scared to ask any of them, and they all passed by me. But then again, I was hiding from them. I tried going up to one of them, the District Seven girl Willow Jacksmith, because she seemed like the kind of person I'd get along with.

She was alone, and seemed to be sticking to the shadows, a lot like I was. But I got too scared halfway through and abandoned talking to her.

And did I really want allies? There had been two fights between two of the three alliances in this room. First was between Timber Carther and Vida Rosalyn Harkle. Then came the career fight. Only one punch had been thrown between Jenriko Florence and Victory Valentine, but it was still a fight.

Looking at those, I didn't think an alliance was a good idea. Did I really want to fight?

A/N: I have no idea how I remembered my brother once saying inapprehensible while I was writing this chapter, but it seemed to fit the situation for Dylan.

Wow, fights in almost every POV, how will anyone ever work together?

Seductive talk? I suck at that, lol. Have fun at how lame I am at sexy talk XD

Half the Capitol chapters are done.