Percy Chalamet, District Nine Male

Day two of training.

Day one had been surprisingly good. Both he and Astrid had planned on allying together and even wanted to see if the Careers would let them in. Or at the very least, see if they wanted to ally with the pair from Four if it came to it.

"They're over there, if we want to go ask them?" Astrid pointed out the pair to Percy from where he was raising his arm back to throw another spear. He threw it and watched as it hit an outer ring. He shrugged his shoulders at her.

"Wouldn't it be best if they came to us? We don't want to seem too eager, you know?" He turned his attention to her for a moment before retrieving the spear from the target.

"Why don't we wait then, and if they don't approach by lunch time, I'll ask them for the both of us." She responded as she grabbed a spear of her own, taking the spot next to him.

"Okay, but don't be disappointed if they say no, they might ally with the Careers after all."

They threw spears for another half hour before swapping to the climbing course, where the pair from Four were waiting for their turn. Ikarus looked them over and grinned and tapped Reid on the arm.

"We've been waiting for you both," He started, running a hand through his hair.

"Have you?" Percy shot back, an eyebrow arching at the pair.

"We've decided to not join the Careers this year. Call it stupidity or whatever, but we figured we would have a better shot at recruiting the both of you with the two of us."

"Really? Color me surprised." Astrid spoke, a questioning look on her face. "Why us though?"

"You're strong, maybe even stronger than One and Two. Both physically and mentally. You both can bring something that they can't. Mental clarity and rational thinking." Reid piped in, and then took off on the course. Percy watched as she moved almost gracefully, swinging to the end and back in under a minute.

She was fast and there appeared to be a determined glint in her eyes as she moved back to them.

"We're in," he spoke for him and Astrid. "We were going to ask if neither of you approached us by lunch." Percy smiled.

"I'm glad we did ask now then," Ikarus grinned, eyes blazing with something Percy couldn't name.

"We'll meet during lunch to talk over everything. Until then, just keep doing what you're doing."

After he and Astrid both ran the net, they split off. She headed towards the knives and he headed to the daggers, almost a bounce in his steps. At least with an alliance finally secured he could almost let himself relax.

Almost.

Key word.

Daggers in hand, he started to strike the target in front of him, never once letting up.

This was his chance to prove himself.

A chance to be remembered.

A blessing inside of a curse.

He smirked to himself as he went to retrieve the weapons, spinning on in his hand as he walked back. Astrid grinned at him from the knives as she went back to throwing the ones in her hands. He arched a brow at her, and nodded.

Another round done, he turned his focus to the shelter building station in the far left corner. There was only one tribute there, but he paid them no mind as he made his way over. He watched with careful eyes as the instructor taught him how to set up a small shelter that could be altered with some measures to fit more than one person.

He finished faster than the tribute that had been there before him, the female from twelve, he noted as he waited for the instructor to look over his shelter. It was small enough to only fit him and would be a cramped space to sleep in but if done correctly, it would protect him from the elements.

That was something that he needed.

With the approval finally received from the trainer, he made his way to where Astrid was at, learning various types of knots.

He worked quietly beside her, going back to the knots that he had taught himself over the years and then eagerly learning some new ones when the trainer finally noticed him a bit later.

"You're still okay with allying with Four?" She asked him as she unknotted the rope and started on another knot.

"Yeah, they're good. Reid is wickedly fast and agile. Ikarus is strong and wields a trident better than anyone I've ever seen. They're both good for us to ally with and it'll help us get further in the Games."

"So we'll be with them til the final eight or so and by then, we'll disband and go out separate ways." Astrid continued, turning to look at him.

"Sounds like a plan."

And it did.

Percy figured they could get what they could out of the bloodbath and then meet back up afterwards. Though if someone tried to kill him, he would kill them before they could get a scratch on him.

It was killed or be killed after all.

Sylvia Falcon, District Seven Female.

The choices were still slightly overwhelming, as she approached her small ally group. Bitsy waved at her and Ramiro grinned at her, a pleasing sight on the young boy's face.

"Morning," she called through a yawn, hand rubbing her eyes.

"Another night staying up?" Bitsy joked as Sylvia took her spot next to her

"Always, what's the plan for today?" She asked as she tied her hair up and out of her face.

"I was thinking about doing shelter building and fire making." Bitsy spoke.

"Since I learned survival stations yesterday, I want to learn more with weapons, so I'll be doing that." Ramiro said as he rocked on his heels slightly.

"And I will be learning archery. Who knows, it might come in handy sooner or later. We'll meet up at lunch to go over what we've learned?" She asked as they started to move to their separate stations, and at their reassurance she took off to the archery station.

Being in an alliance was new to her and she never did expect for the older girl from twelve to approach her at the end of day one. She had Ramiro trailing behind her, and they asked her if they wanted to band up with them.

She eagerly accepted.

Alliances would help her out in the long run and she knew that she was better off with others rather than going solo in the Games. She hummed under her breath as she grabbed a bow off the rack, testing the string until she got comfortable with it. Placing the quiver of arrows over her shoulder, she took the stance that felt the most comfortable and struggled longer than she would have liked to notch an arrow on the string.

Pulling back, she kept an eye on the target and as she exhaled a breath, released the arrow. Sylvia watched as it hit the outermost ring, and softly laughed to herself. She wasn't as terrible as she could have been.

A few more arrows flew through the air, all getting somewhat closer to the target's center.

Not bad.

Letting out a breath, she watched the final arrow finally strike true at the center.

Collecting the arrows and returning her weapons to the rack, she finally found the climbing course. Something that called to her. Ever since she was young, she had always been the one that could scale the trees the fastest out of anyone in town.

The top time on the course in front of her was a little over two minutes.

She let out a laugh at that.

Arms and feet worked quickly as she scaled the rocky wall, feet able to catch in the smallest of spots.

She beat it in fifty seconds flat.

She wasn't one to fail at that.

Eyes rolled softly as she peered around the room, watching as some of the weaker ones were failing at the most basic things.

Knives would be something for day three, and she finally decided to head over to the camouflaging , not knowing if it was something that she should ignore.

It was definitely an interesting station and while she had never been the most artistic, she managed to somehow make it work with the tree bark that she had chosen. She covered her entire left side of her body with enough work to make it seem at first glance, she wasn't even there. But she knew that if someone looked close or hard enough, it wouldn't be enough to hide her. But it was some skill she would have if it came to it.

From the left, she watched as Ramiro dodged a strike against a trainer and struck out with one of his own. He was holding himself well, but she had a gut feeling that he would be an easy target due to his age and overall lack of strength.

How she hoped that the feeling would be wrong.

But she knew that at the end of the day, only one of them would come out from the arena with their life, and she would do anything to make sure that it would be hers.

Flare Lockwood, District One Female

If Evander kept joking around, she was going to punch him. He was so confident that he was going to be the sole victor that year. But she had a plan that it would be her winning the whole thing.

She was sort of glad that Myrcella was the unofficial leader of their pack that year. At least she seemed to know what she was doing. Letting out a huff, she turned her attention back to the trainer who was showing the small group that had made the trek over to the ropes course how it worked.

The only thing that stood out to her, was the height of it. If one of them were to fall, it would surely hurt more than anything. Another breath, as she watched the first one go, the female from Four.

Myrcella had approached the pair and asked them if they wanted in on their alliance and was disappointed when they declined. Turns out they had their own alliance going, though with who, Flare wasn't exactly sure. They would find out soon enough.

More tributes went, some making it through and she watched with widened eyes as the female from three managed to fall just a few feet from the beginning. She wouldn't fall. It was her turn then, and she stepped up to the platform and let out a breath and jumped. She kept her grip loose but strong as she swung carefully from rope to rope, some having different heights. There were some that even moved down when pressure was applied to it.

She almost fell when her grip gave out on the last rope but she managed to swing onto it, landing softly on her feet. Her time wasn't the best but at least she wasn't the slowest one that had tried it so far.

Sighing to herself, she moved back to where the Careers were at. Evander was dual wielding swords, her brother was sparring with a trainer and Myrcella was throwing spears better than anyone she had seen so far.

The knives were empty bar a few outlying district tributes who she paid no attention to as she took a spot. The knives felt like the ones back at the Academy and she threw them with perfection and ease. She wasn't called the best knife thrower that the Academy had seen in decades for a reason.

Of course, until she almost managed to hit a tribute that wasn't looking where they were going as they seemed to aimlessly wonder.

Dumbass.

Scoffing, she retrieved the knives just in time for the bell that signaled lunch to ring.

Good, she was starving.

Here's day two of training! Days two and three were originally going to be one chapter but i decided to split them up.

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