Dancing through a dream
Underneath the stars
Laughing till the morning comes
Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart
Oooh, won-derland I love
Quincy Abraham
District 4, He/Him, 18
(Training Centre)
[5.45 AM]
...
Breakfast is eaten in an unusual silence, Scylla and I have taken to ignoring each other rather than antagonising and I can't tell which one I prefer. On the one hand, being able to put her in her rightful place as someone inferior was satisfying. On the other hand, not having to hear that infuriatingly posh voice is also pleasing. She scoops spoonfuls of egg into her mouth at a rapid pace, I assume she wants to be at the Training Centre before everyone else and I'm proven right when she rushes toward the elevator - leaving her empty bowl on the table.
It takes me another ten minutes before heading toward the elevator. The doors open and, as expected, it's empty. For some reason, everybody likes to get to the Training Centre as early as possible but an extra ten minutes of training is insignificant to me. Especially when I have years on most of these pathetic teenagers, watching them scramble to gain a little knowledge on survival skills is laughable.
The elevator reaches the ground floor and I take a step out, yawning and looking out at the vast room. There are various stations placed along the sides of it, each training a different skill. The District Five pair are sparring with swords and, as much as I hate to say it, aren't doing all too bad. I suggested the two of them as allies to Felix but he said their show at the Chariot Parade would give us a bad reputation with The Capitol. He always has something to say to combat my suggestions, thinking he's so much smarter than I am. Then, he decided to pick up Wells as an ally. I visibly roll my eyes as they walk toward me, myself and Felix towering over the pitiful kid.
Sure, he's strong with fairly big arms and seems physically fit but he's nothing compared to a Career. Nothing compared to who I should have been working with had Scylla not gotten in the way, I shoot a glance at the three other Careers talking in a circle. They think they have an advantage over us, simply because they have three to our two. They're wrong because my alliance has me and I will be the one the three of them face as their pulse comes to a stop.
"Hey, we were wondering when you were going to show up," Felix says with a smile. He acts so...nice all the goddamn time, it's clear to me that he's playing a game. He wants me to put all my trust in him so he can slit my throat when I least expect it. Not happening.
"Fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snap and Wells steps back in surprise, his eyes widening a little. Good, let him be scared.
"Woah, dude, chill out," Felix says, holding his hands up as if in surrender. "Didn't mean anything by it. We were just waiting for you, that's all."
"Yeah, well I'm here now," I grumble, crossing my hands across my chest. "What do you want?"
"We were just talking and thought it might be good to discuss plans for the bloodbath." I snort. This must be a test, he wants to know if I'm really as ruthless as I seem. If I'm seriously willing to take any risk to get to the end.
"We go to the cornucopia. Grab weapons. Kill people." I say, staring Felix right in the eye. He frowns slightly at this, I guess I've passed his test.
"It could be dangerous with the other Careers there." Wells murmurs and I direct my stare toward him instead, my eyebrows furrowing with the rage that is starting to build inside of me. Do these two really think me so stupid? Do they have any idea what I can do with nothing but my bare hands?
"You think me incapable of defeating a couple of wannabes?" I sneer and he directs his gaze toward the ground, stepping a little closer to Felix as he mumbles something incomprehensible. "Look, I can snap those three in half within seconds. I'll take care of it, all you two need to do is stay alive." Felix shrugs and Wells doesn't respond. I guess that's settled then.
"We were gonna give throwing knives a go, wanna join?" Felix asks and I laugh.
"I'm good thanks, have fun with that." Without another word, I turn and storm off. Hopefully, the two of them will leave me be the rest of the day, God, who knew having an alliance could be so irritating. It's necessary though, as much as most of me feels capable enough to take on the entire Arena, another part of me knows that I'm not enough. It's that same voice, like a constant devil on my shoulder stabbing at me with his words, that has always haunted me.
Grabbing a couple of dumbbells off the racks, I begin to exercise my muscles. Not because I need to, the bulging veins make that clear, but because this is how I block that voice out.
You're weak. It tells me and I scream back at it. 'No, I am not!' I push myself harder and harder, trying to prove to the voice that I can do this because, if it's right, then this is all for nothing. And if that is true, I'll be dead in a week's time with a name that will be easily forgotten and a family who will hardly grieve.
Dahlia Lucretia
District 10, She/They, 17
(Training Centre)
[12.15 PM]
...
I curse under my breath as the box of bamboo sticks and rope begins to topple over once again, I've spent the entirety of the morning trying to build a shelter with very little success and I'm beginning to get frustrated. Snatching up the bamboo sticks that have fallen, I begin to try again, telling myself that this could be the difference between living and joining those on the other side. The latter is not something I want, not something that I'm ready for.
As I begin to build back the roof of the shelter, I hear footsteps and turn slightly to watch the pair from Nine approaches. The girl is short, only just reaching my chest, but holds a genuine smile on her tanned skin that is somewhat contagious. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail and sweat drips down her face, presumably having been training with the weaponry. The boy on the other hand towers over me, brushing his chin-length dark hair from his eyes. He looks a little less enthusiastic but, still, not entirely unfriendly.
"Hi!" The girl exclaims outstretching her hand. "I'm Kaylee, this is Adam." I take her hand in my own and have to suppress a smile at the warmth of it, that warmth is a rare thing for a child of the outer Districts. Of course, soon the cold will take her.
"Dahlia," I say, shaking Kaylee's hand and then moving on to Adam. I take a sharp breath through my nose as our hands meet, the coldness sends daggers shooting up my spine. He's lost someone, fairly recently, and the grief and mourning still control him. It's something I'm used to but tears usually form in my eyes at such an overwhelming touch with death, I have to pull my hand away from his own and brush my eyes quickly.
"Are you okay?" Adam asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Fine," I say, my voice wavering slightly.
"Uhm, anyway," Kaylee mumbles, looking between the two of us. "We were wondering if you wanted to align. It's fine if not, we just wanted to ask in case you did but obviously, if you have other plans-"
"Sure," I say, surprised at how quickly it slips out. Until now, I hadn't even considered an alliance but after that touch with Adam... Well, I've never been one to back down from helping people. Even if those people will end up trying to kill me. Plus, they seem like a nice enough pair and Panem knows I'm helpless with this survival skill shit. "You think you could help me build a shelter?" I ask, looking down at the floor and blushing in embarrassment.
"Of course!" Kaylee giggles. "Don't be embarrassed, I got to watch the girl from Eleven attempt to build it five times before I finally got it down." Immediately the two of them got to work, picking up spare bamboo sticks and tying them to the shelter. Pretty soon, we're standing in front of a fully built shelter with bamboo walls and a bamboo roof.
"The best way to keep the rain out is to put a couple of these on top," Adam says, grabbing a few palm leaves and placing them on the roof. I've warmed to him in the past hour, he didn't speak much about his life back home but he was an attentive listener when I spoke about my family. Kaylee, however, ensured there was never a silent moment. Always talking about her parents and her townhouse back home, a couple of times I watched her eyes begin to glisten with tears but she blinked them away and pretended she was as happy as could be. She's strong in that way. Maybe not physically or mentally like most of the Careers but strong-willed in the way she won't back down despite the odds being completely stacked against her frail body.
Suddenly, a voice sounds over the loudspeakers calling for lunch and the three of us make our way over to the canteen. The food isn't anything special for me, not like it is for many of the other tributes whose faces light up at the large selection. I've always been able to recognise my privilege and wealth but here more than ever, the bony arms of the pair from Six causing a wave of guilt to wash over me. Kaylee and Adam seem somewhat used to the food as well, from what I've learned about them they also seem to have come from families who can afford three meals a day.
The three of us take a seat at one of the tables, Kaylee and Adam sitting opposite me. Adam picks at his food, eating very little, while Kaylee devours hers without stopping to breathe. The two of them seem like complete opposites which makes me wonder what drew them together.
"Is there anyone else you two would want to align with?" I ask, biting into an apple. Kaylee shrugs while Adam scans the room.
"Not particularly." He mutters, returning to picking his food.
"Maybe the boy from Seven?" I say, looking over at the boy who wears a cheerful smile despite eating alone.
"Yeah, possibly. We've always got tomorrow as well." He says and my pulse quickens as I realise how quickly the days have been passing.
"Yep, tomorrow," I squeak, my hands shaking slightly.
Odalis Witherell
District 11, He/Him, 14
(Training Centre)
[12.30 PM]
...
Malory and I sit opposite each other, she's rambling on about the work she does in District Eleven while I take bites out of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It's a whole new taste compared to what I'm used to, I hadn't even known about the existence of both peanut butter and jelly before today. It was rare to get anything better than buttered bread in District Eleven, especially with Mom being so stingy with money.
"Oh, but there's this field that Briana, James and I go to all the time." She chats excitedly between mouthfuls of carrots. She's adamant that we eat as much fruit and veg as we can and even told me that I look like a skeleton. It doesn't bother me too much, though, honesty is a trait that I find quite appealing. "My God, Odalis you have to go some time..." She trails off as she realises the impossibility of that. Even if I do make it out, Malory could never show me the field that she seems to love so much. Because she'll be dead.
"What do you think happens after death?" I say, rather abruptly, looking up to face her. She squints her eyes as if she's trying to decide which answer will give me the most comfort. "Be honest, Malory. Please don't hide that trait for my benefit." She nods, biting her lip.
"Well, I suppose nothing." She says and I sigh, looking down at my tray as it's the same answer that Crow, my mentor, gave me last night. "I'd like to think we reincarnate, though." That grabs my attention, causing me to snap my eyes back to hers.
"Reincarnate?"
"Like, rebirth into somebody else. Maybe even something else, a bird perhaps." She says, smiling slightly. It's refreshing to see that kind of hope in a place that seems to be almost completely without it.
"I like that. Reincarnate." It's a relief to have something to hope for, something that overshadows the overbearing fear of death. Maybe it won't be death at all, maybe I'll simply begin a new life. Possibly even a better one with wealthy, loving parents and an older sister who actually cares about me. One like Malory, perhaps.
"Let's not focus on death, though," Malory whispers, reaching out to place her hands atop mine and smiling warmly. "Crow said we should get a couple more allies and I think he's right. We might be able to survive on our own but our chances are increased with more people to protect us." Before I can respond, another voice chimes in.
"Well isn't this perfect timing?" She stands at the end of our table with a sly smirk on her face, I'm not sure how neither of us noticed her before as she seemed to have been listening in to our conversation. "I was just wondering if the two of you would want to team up with me." She says, sliding onto my bench and scooting up next to me. Something about it rubs me the wrong way like she's trying to force us to work with her rather than asking. I turn to Malory, expecting her to have a similar reaction but she holds her usual smile and outstretches a hand to the girl.
"Malory."
"Cybill, from District Three." She says, shaking Malory's hand before turning to me. "And you are?"
"Odalis," I murmur, taking her hand in my own. She has a firm grip and her dark eyes stare intensely into my own. If it were up to me, it would just be Malory and I but Malory and Crow insisted that more allies were necessary so I caved in. I'm starting to regret doing so. Everyone had noticed Cybill approach the Careers, attempting to join up with them and, personally, anybody who wants to be a Career is not worth my trust.
"Odalis, what do you think?" Malory asks and I realise I've lost track of the conversation.
"Hm?"
"About the boy from Seven." She says, eyes widening in frustration. My chest constricts at this, I don't want Malory to be annoyed at me. She's one of the only friends I've ever had.
"Uhm, yeah. Seems great." I mumble and Cybill sighs beside me.
"I guess he'll have to do." She says, turning. I turn with her and see the boy from Seven, eating an apple and laughing to himself. "Hey, you!" Cybill shouts, causing him to look toward us in surprise and point to himself. "Yeah, you. Get over here." He scrambles up from his seat, leaving his apple on his tray, and rushes over to us.
"Hello!" He says with a grin and, almost immediately, he's giving a better first impression than Cybill did.
"You seem pretty lonely," Cybill says, looking him up and down and I have to hold back from rolling my eyes. I mean, come on, who does this girl think she is?
"I suppose, yeah." He murmurs, his smile disappearing and eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Nobody else has talked to me yet."
"Well, today's your lucky day, you are officially a part of our alliance!" Cybill exclaims, throwing her hands in the air.
"If you want to be, of course," Malory adds but it doesn't matter, he slides onto the bench and next to Malory with a smile so wide that I can't help but smile a little too. "I'm Malory, this is Odalis and you've already met Cybill." He nods excitedly and I outstretch my hand for him to shake it, instead, he gives me something like an awkward high-five. My smile drops slightly but he doesn't notice or seem to care about the strange interaction. We all sit in silence as we wait for him to introduce himself but he doesn't seem to catch on, tapping his fingers against the table as he continues to look at us all.
Finally, Cybill speaks up. "And you are...?"
"Oh, right! I'm Enver." He says waving wildly. I take a long breath through my nose as I look around at the group, my group. This is going to be a ride.
Conifer "Connie" Smith
District 7, She/Her, 16
(Training Centre)
[2.14 PM]
...
I spin with the axe held out in front of me, slamming it into the neck of a stuffed figure. Its head flies off, fluff bursting out of the place where it had been and falling to the floor. It hasn't been hard to train with the axe as the last four years of monotonous work in District Seven's forests have allowed me to master it, my grip firm and arms strengthened. Although it doesn't compare to using it in combat, it has been easier to learn than any other weapon would be and I'm glad to have that advantage over some of the other outlier tributes.
Sweat drips swiftly down my body but I hardly notice it, it's nothing compared to the sweltering heat of work during the summer. My heart rate increased just thinking about it, the Peacekeepers were made more furious by the beating sun and that never led to anything good. Especially not for me. I shake my head slumping against the wall. I know Mothers shouldn't say things like that and I really do love Willow but I can't help but acknowledge how much easier life might've been if she had never happened.
None of that matters now, though. It's useless to be thinking about the past right now when my future could be snatched away from me in a matter of days. After these damn Games, I can get back to dealing with all of that. Once I'm forced to kill people, to ruin lives. No, no it's useless thinking like that too. They're just numbers, 23 numbers that need to be turned to 0 and they will. They will so I can get back to Willow.
With Willow in mind, I grab the axe from the rack that I placed it on and begin to swing again. This time, I try slicing from the dummy's right shoulder diagonally to the left side of his waist. A cut like that would kill somebody no question, either immediately or by them bleeding out. Plus, I'm able to defend my own torso by keeping my arms in front of it as I slice. It takes around ten minutes before I'm able to make the diagonal line without dropping the axe down to the legs and, after that, it's fairly easy to repeat.
"That's badass." Somebody says from behind me and I jump in surprise, dropping the axe as I do. It lands with the blade sticking to the floor just beside my foot, narrowly missing chopping off one of my toes. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry." He says, rushing over. He's short with dishevelled, dirty blonde hair and large, blue eyes that seem to pop out of their sockets as he stares at me in concern.
"You're fine," I say, my voice croaky from lack of speaking in the past few days. The only person I've spoken to is my mentor, Stephan, but he's similar to me in how he prefers to keep to himself - leading him to rarely search me out. Enver and I haven't really spoken since the train ride, he seems nice enough but his constant happiness unnerves me and I've been avoiding him - feeling a little guilt for it.
"I'm Rowan." He says, grinning and holding out his hand in a fist.
"Connie," I say, staring blankly at the fist. "Are you going to punch me?" He bursts out laughing at that and I smile a little.
"It's a fist bump." He says through the laughter. He holds the fist out again. "Make your hand into a fist and bump it against mine, simple." I shrug, following his instructions and tapping my fist against his.
"I suppose it's an appropriate greeting." I joke and his grin becomes even wider
"Dark humour, I like you already Connie." He says with a wink. "You can probably guess why I suddenly appeared behind you."
"The ghost of a fallen tribute?"
"Ah, a good guess." He says, although his smile falters. "Well, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to align?" He mumbles, losing the previous confidence.
"Why would you ask me?" I chuckle. "I'm hardly the best ally material."
"Did you see yourself with that axe? I'd rather be with you than against you, that's for sure."
"I suppose that's true. Of course, I'll align with you." I surprise myself a little as I say it, yesterday allies had been completely off the table for me but Rowan just seems...normal. Like a kid trying to make the most out of a shitty situation and that, to me, makes him trustworthy.
"Oh thank God! I almost decided against it when I saw you swinging that axe." He laughs, pulling me into an awkward side hug. Usually, physical contact is something I shy away from but I know for a fact that Rowan means no harm. After all, he's only a kid. A couple of years younger than me at most but innocence still has a hold over him, more than it had over me at that age at least.
"I'm pretty much finished here if you want to head to another station," I say, assuming he likely won't have much luck with an axe due to his small frame.
"Oh, sure! I've been wanting to check out fire making?" He asks and I nod, in truth, it's probably good to try some of the other stations. I've been neglecting survival skills, even though I know it's not smart, it's just so much easier to train with something I already know the basics of. We begin to head over there, chatting as we do. It's about home, mostly.
"So you're a badass and a Mom? Shit, your daughter is lucky!" He cries as I tell him about Willow, I laugh more than I have in days. Maybe even ever. In my life, there's never really been much room for laughter. However, that very laughter causes me to close my eyes and throw my head back - becoming completely unaware of where I'm going. Suddenly, I bash into something and quickly open my eyes. I'm embarrassed at first but it quickly turns to shock.
In front of me is a tall man in a white uniform, a gun hanging from his side. A Peacekeeper. My breathing stops as I look up at his stern face staring down at me. He grabs me by the wrist and it's enough to send me shooting back to that fateful day two years ago. A shrill scream sounds throughout The Training Centre, drowning everything out but the memories that come flashing back.
Saxony Hampton
District 8, She/Her, 16
(Training Centre)
[2.50 PM]
...
Everybody turns at the sound of screams. First, the girl from Seven as she falls to the floor in hysterics. Then, the boy from Three as he tries to shove the Peacekeeper away from the girl. He's met with his arm being pulled behind his back, making a large snapping sound, and then shoved onto his stomach, face against the floor. Nobody else moves, watching in shock as a group of Peacekeepers drag the two of them out of The Training Centre. My own jaw hangs open as the group leaves, in confusion, shock, maybe even a little terror - although I would never admit it.
"You good?" Sky says, finally breaking the silence.
"Yeah, fine," I respond, quickly collecting myself before turning to face her and Ephron. The two of them seem saddened but not all that shocked or concerned. "That was some pretty messed up shit," I glower, taking a seat on a bench and drinking from my just-refilled water bottle as I wait for Ephron and Sky to refill their own.
"Well, you know the Peacekeepers. Always looking for an excuse to push people around." Sky sighs and I almost laugh. The Peacekeepers pushing people around? That's ridiculous, every time I see them they're simply standing in formation and watching people. Like props. Although, Dad was always talking about bribing them. Why bribe someone who doesn't hold any power? Several questions begin to bounce around in my head and I can't help but ask them all.
"What do they do? Have they ever done anything to you? I mean, yeah they have guns but they never need to use them, right? Most criminals just bribe them, surely?" I ramble. Once done, Sky and Ephron have sat on the bench beside me and are both looking at their shoes. "Well?"
"They beat me once." Ephron squeaks and I watch as pools of tears begin to form in his eyes. "I was thirteen and sloppy. Tried to pickpocket the wrong man and he threw me to them and told them to deal with me. They beat me for what felt like hours and I was left on the floor with a broken rib." My heart drops to the pit of my stomach and I'm at a loss for words as Ephron's tears stream down his face. Stealing is wrong, sure, but to beat a kid as small and innocent as Ephron? Disgust fills me with that thought.
"I've experienced my fair share of interactions with them too. Most people have." Sky says. Most people? How am I only just now realising this? How have I been so oblivious? It doesn't make sense. Of course, I've always known that there are good and bad people in this world but Father was always labeled as a bad person. A criminal. And yet he wasn't, he isn't. Right? "I understand you might have a lot of questions, Saxony, but, and I'm sorry to say it, we have other things to worry about." I nod, closing my eyes in an attempt to erase the thoughts from my brain. Now isn't the time. I can have a moral crisis when I'm back home, we only have a few hours left of training and I can't afford to waste it.
"You're right, okay," I say taking a couple of deep breaths. "You two still down with asking the Twelve pair to join us?"
"Fine with me," Ephron says.
"Well, I suppose. I don't know Saxony, something about that boy rubs me the wrong way." Sky replies. It's weird having somebody question my judgement, my friends and I always used to be in agreement on pretty much everything. At the same time, it's fun to have a little bit of a challenge to cause me to think about both sides. I've had time to think this one over, though, and I've settled on the best decision.
"We can deal with him if we have to. An alliance of five would be the biggest so far, we could dominate, Sky." I say. She'll listen to me either way but I want her to feel that she is a part of the decision that is made. That way, my leadership is less likely to be questioned.
"Alright then." She says.
A few minutes later, we find the pair from Twelve at the shelter building station. The girl seems to be attempting, but failing, to build the shelter while the boy leans against the wall picking his nails. When he sees us, his eyes widen a little in surprise. "Looks like we have some visitors, Marya." He says, lips spreading into a smile across his face. I'm not sure what Sky doesn't like about him, he seems rather charming to me. The girl, Marya, knocks her head on the roof of the shelter above her as she turns to face us. She smiles, clearly embarrassed, and rubs her head as she steps down from the shelter.
"Decent shelter," I say, stepping forward to stand a little in front of Sky and Ephron. In truth, the shelter is rather miserable with bamboo slipping out of their place every couple of minutes but I assume telling her that wouldn't make a great first impression.
"Thank you!" She says, approaching us with Smith not far behind.
"Can we help you with something?" Smith asks, still showing off his blindingly white teeth.
"As a matter of fact, you can. We were wondering if the two of you would like to join us?" I ask and the two of them share a look, it seems they've already discussed it. Smart.
"We'd like that very much," Smith smiles.
Aisling Dagné
District 1, They/Them, 18
(Training Centre)
[4.36 PM]
...
My breathing is heavy and sweat drips from every pore as I pick myself back up, grabbing my sword from the ground. Robert's face is red with effort as he gets back into position, the intense lighting of the Training Centre highlighting his own dripping sweat. That's what tends to happen after ten rounds of constant sparring, only taking a couple of minutes of break between to grab a drink. Dying of dehydration before The Hunger Games even began would probably be my worst nightmare.
"You sure you want to go for another round?" Robert asks, bouncing on his feet. He probably thinks I'm insane for continuing despite my consistent losses but, the truth is, I've never fought better. Before this, I was always too scared to really challenge myself in physical combat. Intelligence was my strong suit, intelligence was going to get me the victory. I've never truly believed that, though, combat has always been the key foundation of The Hunger Games, yet, I feel like I neglected it while at the Academy. It's not like I ever expected to volunteer anyway, what was the point?
"Why, you scared?" I smirk and he chuckles.
"Terrified."
It's odd, before last night I'd never had a friend. It's my own fault, of course, I've always been too afraid to open up. Too concerned with how people feel about me because, let's face it, sticking in has never been a strong suit of mine. With Robert, though, it's different. He understands the pressure I'm under, he's even going as far as to help me with my combat. I suppose it doesn't do him much good to have a weak alliance member, though.
"Alright. 3, 2, 1." Once he hits 1, the two of us begin quickly approaching. I've learned defence is my favoured method, when - at the Academy - I had always been forced to be offensive with the risk of being seen as weak. This new strategy fits me more, I've never been one to jump ahead of myself and it allows me to think ahead more easily without having to make the quick judgements that offence causes.
Robert strikes forward and I parry, pushing the sword to the side with as much strength as I can muster. Robert's strong though, forcing my sword back and causing me to duck as he swipes. We continue like this, him throwing something at me and me defending myself. It continues for at least ten minutes until I see my opening, he steps forward suggesting his prepared attack so I step to the side as he lunges and press my sword against his side.
"Shit." He says but I catch the smile that he's trying to hide.
"10-1, pretty decent if I do say so myself." I wink.
"Why, you're incredible." He laughs and I laugh too, I don't bother with making my weaknesses a secret from him. He's my friend, after all.
The two of us decide that we've had enough for today and step down from the sparring ring, placing our swords on the rack. We have about ten minutes left of training time so we decide to find Scylla, she isn't hard to spot as she seems to be in a heated argument with Ranger. As Robert and I approach, it begins to simmer down and eventually, Ranger walks away and leaves Scylla rolling her eyes.
"No luck?" I ask and she shakes her head, she's spent most of today trying to convince Ranger to join back with us.
"Something about not wanting to pick sides, they want us to join back with Quincy and Felix." Scylla laughs as if it's a stupid idea but I'm tempted to agree with Ranger, the Careers would be a hundred times stronger if we all just stuck together. I can't say that though, at least not to Scylla. She's certainly skilled in combat and, if she were to hold a grudge against me for it, her sword would be through my neck before I could even think about apologising.
The bell rings, marking 5.00 p.m. and saving Robert and me from responding to Scylla.
"Training is over. Please, make your way back to your floor." Booms over the loudspeakers and the three of us make our way toward the elevators.
Tomorrow we'll be doing our Private Sessions, so, it's safe to say there will be little sleeping tonight.
A/N: Annnnd, here we go, Training Day 2. Hopefully, you enjoyed reading it, I'm not sure how many people are still reading along but I really appreciate it if you are because I spend a lot of time writing these chapters. 3
Alliances:
Robert, Aisling and Scylla
Marcus and Nicole
Malory, Odalis, Cybill and Enver
Sky, Ephron, Saxony, Marya and Smith
Quincy, Felix and Wells
Rowan and Conifer
- Neb