Myrcella Addair, 17, District Two Female


The first day of training was finally underway and it was safe to say that she felt right at home. Evander and her had been the first ones to arrive in the room as far as the tributes went. A few minutes later, she watched as One and Nine came in after each other. The siblings from One came and approached them, Grayson already having a smirk on his face which Myrcella mirrored on her own face.

"Okay," she let out a breath, turning her attention to her fellow tributes and careers. "Who's going to be the leader?" She asked, taking out her hair tie and redoing her ponytail quickly.

Having a leader for the group would be ideal, it would give them a sense of structure, one much like the one they were used to.

"Obviously me," Evander spoke with a grin, eyes bright with excitement. Her eyes narrowed at her partner. Sure, he seemed like the obvious choice.

That is, if he wasn't so cocky all the time.

"If you weren't so cocky and full of yourself," she snarled at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Come on, everyone already likes me, and it helps that I have a family that has helped train me for this."

"Flare and Grayson? Thoughts?" She ignored Evander's response, turning towards the other two.

"How about we see how we all do during training and decide at the end of the day?" Grayson replied, hands in his pockets.

"See Evander, he's smart."

"Please 'Cel, I'm the best one here."

"Hold your thought there, one more thing from you, I might just have to kill you before we get to the arena. Besides, we do need to see how we all do during this first day. I was also thinking of sizing up Nine and Four to see if they would want to join us."

Leaving no room for response, she turned her attention to the others that were slowly entering the room. Most seemed like easy picks though there were some that would prove to be a challenge.

The two pairs that she was sizing up, Four and Nine seemed to be their best bet at joining their alliance. Of course, most of the year's for the Games only saw six maybe seven people in the Career pack but if she played their cards right, there would be eight of them that year.

Better chances for them to make it further into the Games, if you asked her.

She tuned out the head trainer, already itching to get to the weapons. Various maces lined a rack and her hands were eager to get onto them.

Not long after they were dismissed, the Careers each headed over to their favorite weapons, Myrcella grabbing the first flail that she saw. It was a decent weight and she gave it a few experimental swings.

It was perfect.

There was no mercy for the dummies that were her target as she struck in key parts. It would render a tribute dead more than likely from blood loss. It made her smirk as she pivoted on her heels and lashed out at another target, the weapon slicing across the stomach.

She knew she had to have eyes on her, and that was good. She wanted them to be aware of what she could do.

Fear in her enemies would do her well in the games.

Wiping the sweat that was starting to build on her forehead, she turned to look around the room. Nine's tributes were separated. The male was working on a rope course in the corner, the female was working on the knives.

She would figure out how to approach them at the end of the day, to see if they would be wanting to join their alliance.

Another breath exhaled as she moved to another station, eager to show them who exactly she was.


Logan Smalls, District Ten Male


It was all surreal that he was here.

Training before being shoved into the Hunger Games. It could be worse though. At least his therapy sessions were done with and possibly forever if things went south during the Games. Logan left early that morning for the training center. He wanted to get there early to size everyone up as well as to get away from Chloe.

He could only take so much of her in a day before he wanted to strangle her.

Literally.

He straightened the shirt out as they were finally dismissed. Tributes seemed to be doing different things, the Careers were already at the weapons and the rest were either on the required courses, getting them out of the way or at survival stations. Letting out a sigh, he turned his attention to the fire making station, wanting to get that done with.

He didn't say anything to the instructor as he took to the station, eyes following the demo carefully before he started on his own. Logan assembled a small pile of dried twigs and leaves and then grabbed the flint and the scrapper that the instructor used. Making sure it was on the right side, he started to scrap against it, gathering a small pile of the shavings over the bed of leaves. Flipping the flint over to the other side, he angled it down on the ground and started to strike it with the scraper.

It was harder than it looked.

It took more tries than he would have liked to admit for the sparks to appear and longer for them to catch on the shavings. But soon enough he had a small flame going which he carefully added larger twigs to it until it reached the right size that he needed to show.

Once it was put out and the instructor praised him for his work, he turned to another station. His mentor hadn't said anything about learning weapons, even suggesting it and that was what he did. There was a large assortment of weapons and he quickly decided on the axe's knowing that with his strength, he could wield it easily.

He could see Chloe with the female from eleven, already seeming close at the knot station before they were joined by the female from eight. Seems she already had an alliance.

Only meant more people to kill before he could get his hands on her.

Hands grabbed the closest ax as he approached the station, thankfully no other tributes were at it. The weight felt nice in his hands and he gave it a few test swings. Yeah, it would work. The mannequin didn't stand a chance as he swung it in careful swings. Logan felt right at home like this, as he made quick work on it. Letting out a breath as he surveyed the damage, noting some things that would be useful later. He wasn't able to sever a limb, at least not yet but the large wounds on it would serve their purpose easily enough.

He had a chance at surviving this.

He went again, making sure his body was positioned how it should be.

Feet around shoulder width apart.

Shoulders back.

Grip strong.

Logan figured as he sent one last swing towards the neck, that he would be able to dual wield them easily. Setting down the weapon on the rack once more, he took off to the spears, knowing that having more than one long distance weapon would better his chances.


Sterling Nadir, District Eight Male


Eyes surveyed the room. Already he could see alliances being formed and those that declined the offers that were offered to them.

The Careers were a given, there wouldn't be a Game that didn't have some resemblance of the alliance. He suspected that the pair from Nine and perhaps Four would join them or maybe start their own alliance. There seemed to be a trio forming between Chloe, Velveta and Maleae from Eleven. He was somewhat glad his partner had found a group to ally with.

As for himself, he was either going solo or trying to find an alliance of his own.

It was unknown at the time.

As much as his hands itched to get onto the weapons, those would have to wait for the second day. The first day would be for survival skills, something that would do him some good to learn before the Games started.

Fire making was something that he would save for last when it wasn't occupied by other tributes. The snare making station was open and he knew that while it might not be useful to most, he was willing to learn it.

The woman overseeing the station seemed thrilled to have him want to learn, and she all but eagerly showed him a couple different snares that would more than likely help him out in the Games. His hands worked quickly at the traps that he was taught and it only took an hour or so before he mastered the two.

The first would be a simple trap for animals that he might come across. The second, which was his favorite, would help catch a tribute in it if one so happened to step into it.

"Thank you," he told the woman who nodded at him, and he made his way to the next station. Plant Identification was one that never got used as much as it should, and he took in the information on all the plants that was told to him. Though it didn't seem to help much as he only got a handful right on the test.

Shrugging it off, he took in the room again.

He needed to keep an eye on alliances, and especially who would be his biggest threats during his times in the Games. The Careers, which seemed so far to just include One and Two appeared to be his biggest threat. The Female from Five, Damara appeared to be another threat as he watched her wield a weapon better than he would have expected.

Several other alliances were already taking shape and he noted them to keep an eye over the next few days of training. Sterling approached one of the required obstacle courses that they were required to run over some point during training. Why not just get it out of the way, he mused to himself as the trainer nodded at him to start.

It was simple in theory. It was made of several different platforms for the tributes to land on, only they varied in height and distance between them. He found himself leaping between them easily, only to start to have to dodge attacks by various trainers during it. One, he didn't quite veer out of the way fast enough and landed on his side, all the air being punched out of him.

Struggling for a moment to gain his breath back, he made the final leaps from the tallest one and landed on the ground.

He managed it in under a minute thirty which for him, was good enough.

Grabbing a drink of water from where they were placed at the sides of the room, he made his next station one of the weapons. And to keep an eye out on the other tributes.


Damara Esteridge, District Five Female


It was laughable how many people had wanted to ally with her so far.

Each time they got the same response.

"No thank you. You'll just end up betraying me soon enough."

Now poised with her knives in hand, she knew that it was the best way for it to be. Why would she risk getting betrayed by those that said she could trust them. She moved her arm back and let the knife fly through the air and watched as it embedded itself in the bullseye of the target.

She knew how to use knives, but Damara didn't exactly know how to use them in combat. That was something that she knew that she needed to learn. But first, see how good she was at hitting a moving target. But so far, the experience seemed to have transferred over decently well to the targets.

Another knife released hit the ring around the bullseye.

She knew that there had to be people taking her in, and she was glad. Damara wanted them to fear her, and this was only a piece of what she was really capable of doing. Once all of her knives were in the target, she went and retrieved all of them. After setting them back on the rack where they belonged, the snare station was where she headed to next. The male from eight was already there, hands weaving the rope in a way that would come into play during the arena.

Eyes carefully watched the trainer as she explained a simple animal catching snare and soon she was on her own. As she worked, she made sure to keep an eye on how the rest of the room was faring. So far, no one really stood out to her but surely that would change over the next couple days of training.

It took the rest of that morning to get the snare down enough to where she felt confident enough in the ability to make one, and just in time for lunch to begin.

Lunch was a quiet affair and she eagerly filled her tray with bits of everything that was offered to them. Her favorite was a type of curry that was flavored with spices that made her almost happy that she was even here. If not for the glory that came with winning the games then for the food.

Definitely the food.

She took a spot at an empty table and started to fork in bites between glances around the other tributes. There seemed to be a trio forming between the females from eleven, eight and ten, as well as perhaps another career like pack between the pairs from four and nine. Taking another bite, she grabbed her cup of water.

Perhaps in another world she would be in an alliance. But not in this one. There wasn't anyone she could ever trust more in these times than herself.

Letting out a breath, she turned her focus back onto what she would spend the rest of training on. Besides keeping an eye out for any other threats, she figured it would be best to learn some defense training as well as another weapon or two. Especially what if they didn't have enough knives for all that wanted them during the Games.

Having a backup weapon would do her some good.

Once she had dumped her tray to where they needed to be placed at, she fixed her hair again and headed back into the training room.


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