Hello everyone and welcome to the private sessions! It honestly seems so crazy that we're this close to the beginning of the Games, especially since we only have three more chapters of the Pregames after this one. Now without further ado, let's get into the private sessions!

Goneril Albion, 18

District Two Female

Goneril was ready for and looking forward to the afternoon's events. The private sessions were upon them and that meant that they were just that much closer to the Games. She knew that she didn't need to get ahead of herself in her thoughts, but sometimes Goneril just couldn't help it all that much. She was ready to prove herself to Panem and return home as a victor.

With a deep, calming breath, Goneril returned herself to her focused mindset, which was concentrated on her impending private session performance. Goneril wanted to get the highest of scores in the Career pack, that way, she'd be seen as the better option for the leader than her annoying weirdo of a district partner. It wasn't a thought to share to the rest of the pack though. They would think that she was bitter about her district partner being a potential competitor for the leader and they would pick him over her.

It wasn't a scenario that Goneril wanted to bring to life, so she was just going to frustratedly keep her mouth shut about Ruga and focus on making herself better. That's what everyone always said, don't be bitter, be better. So that's what she was going to be.

Lunch was just about to end, and the tributes would then be escorted to a separate room to wait for their turn to present their chosen skills to the Gamemakers. Goneril had chosen to eat a lighter lunch, not wanting to have much weighing her down when she was going to do some rather athletic moves with her spear. Sluggishness would only lower her score, which wasn't what she wanted at all.

At last, the bell that dismissed them from lunch rang and the tributes began to form that ever familiar line that was asked of them at the beginning and end of every training session or event. Instead of being shown back into the training room like they had been during the last two days, the tributes were led into a door right next to the one for the lunch room and told to take a seat as they waited for their turn.

Goneril took her own seat near the other members of the pack, directly across from Kasai and two seats to the left of Sublime. The order that they were going in was just a little bit altered from how it had originally been before the rebellion, but Goneril liked this more. The girls would be going before the boys now, so Goneril's session would be one of the freshest in the Gamemakers' minds, plus Ruga would have to work harder to impress them since Goneril would set the standard before him.

First up would be the youngest of the pack, Goldena. She would also be one to set the standard, but because of her age, it would be likely that Sublime or Goneril, the first and second sessions after hers would actually set the highest of the standards. Goneril hadn't been exactly the biggest fan of the girl being a part of the pack, but it was too late now. She hated to admit it, but Ruga actually had an okay point about the fact that Goldena could be their guinea pig in the arena when it came to strange places and things.

Each session was fifteen minutes long, so Goneril's waiting period was only half an hour, which wasn't bad at all. Sure, she would have loved to go first, but abiding to the established order was important to the process of the private sessions every year, and Goneril wasn't about to be called a rebel for wanting to disrupt that order.

The next thirty minutes went by a bit more slowly that she would have liked, but she also appreciated the time because it allowed her to completely get into the mindset that was required for the amount of skill that she was about to show off to the Gamemakers.

They'd been briefed just a bit on a little information on how to keep the sessions going quickly before they'd started, so when the buzzer rang and Goneril was the next person in line for her session, she stood up and made her way to the door.

As she walked up to said door, the man standing next to it swiped a key card and opened the door for her when the light on the keypad flashed green. Walking into the training room, Goneril took in a deep breath and put a confident smile on her face, ready to show the Gamemakers why she was here.

"Goneril Albion, District Two Female," she stated loudly to the Gamemakers once she reached the mark on the floor just under the balcony that they were all watching from. Once she'd announced herself to them, she began the actions that she had planned specifically for this moment.

First, she grabbed a spear from the rack nearby, wanting to first show off her incredible aim and hand eye coordination. Her first throw was perfection, landing right in the dead center of the target that she'd aimed for on the dummy, and the second, third, fourth, and fifth throws were identically perfect. She spent a good chunk of her time throwing her favorite weapon, after all, doing it perfectly along with the dramatics that she performed the throws with would put her in an excellent spot with the Capitolites.

They sure loved their dramatics, but Goneril loved them even more. The more impressive she could make herself look, the better score she could get. She wanted that amazing score, and that's what she was going to prove to the Gamemakers that she deserved, one spear throw at a time.

Georgette Coiro-Metaxas, 18

District Eight Female

Georgette was focused and confident in her success that was to come in her private session. She was anticipating a high score from her talents, but she was still going to need to work hard to earn it. Hard work was how life got better eventually. If one worked hard for long enough, they would get what they worked for, and that was exactly how Georgette was mentally classifying how to handle her situation right now.

Hard work was ultimately going to be the thing that pushed her to survive the arena and become the victor of the 80th Hunger Games. It would all pay off in the end, and Georgette would be able to return to a somewhat altered version of her old life. Well, it wouldn't end up being how she wanted to live the rest of her life, but at least she would be able to prove that she was strong and resilient enough to survive the Hunger Games.

Above everything else, Georgette wanted to be remembered like that when she died. She wanted to be known as the strong girl that never gave up or got disheartened by anything, not the girl that died in the Bloodbath like most of the rest of Eight's female tributes. Georgette would not fail her expectations nor her family and her training. The first step in doing so would be to perform well in her private session to gain sponsors to help her in the arena.

Due to the fact that she was from Eight, Georgette would be among the last half of the tributes in the order of how private sessions occurred, so it was going to be a while before she had her opportunity to shine. In fact, it would be at least three and a half hours (it would still probably be around that time even if some tributes didn't use all of their time) before the Gamemakers would see her in the training room for her individual assessment.

It wasn't really that much in her favor that she was that far back on the order of tributes to perform their private sessions in, but at least she wasn't last. Still, it would be more challenging for her to impress the Gamemakers than the Careers because of the difference in session order, but Georgette had confidence that she could perform just as well, if not better.

However, the goal wasn't really to make enemies with her score, which would be difficult to achieve if she got a higher score than more than one or two Careers. It would be ideal for her to ride sort of low with a similar score to the stronger outliers and the average/slightly weaker Careers. The Gamemakers weren't necessarily something that she could control, but she could control how much of her skills that she would show them.

She was planning on showing off most of her skills, but Georgette wanted to save a few of them to surprise both the Capitol and the other tributes in the arena. Having something unknown under one's belt was always a good move. That was going to be her hand-to-hand fighting skills, just because she wanted to make it seem a bit more like she was only that good with a weapon, and she was weak without one (spoiler alert, she wasn't, except nobody would be getting that spoiler just yet).

Ugh, Georgette was almost there. The bell signaling that the next tribute could come through the door had just rung for the boy from Seven, so that meant just a measly fifteen minutes were between Georgette and her chance to show the Gamemakers a majority of her talents that had been obtained through the intense years of training and all of the blood, sweat, and tears that she'd poured into strengthening herself.

Those measly fifteen minutes felt like forever to her as she sat on the edge of her seat, wanting to enter the training room already. Georgette was glad that she felt eager, but it needed to be a controlled eagerness. The chaotic feeling could end up distracting her from her careful focus on what she wanted to do in her private session, and in the arena, it could lead to her death if she let it distract her too much.

The time that the Seven boy's session took trickled by slowly to Georgette, and when that bell let out that loud ding, Georgette was quick to jump to her feet and speedily made her way over to the door that lead into the training room. At last, it was her time to shine.

She entered the room with a blank look on her face, stepping over quickly to the mark on the floor to introduce herself to the Gamemakers before she started on the skills that she wanted to present to them.

"Georgette Coiro-Metaxas, District Eight Female," she proclaimed to the balcony above her loudly.

The people above her that she had just directed her introduction to paused in their casual chat, and Georgette took this as a sign to begin her presentation of skills for her assessment.

Firstly, she made her way over to the rack of axes, picking up a particularly large one that had two blades before moving over to the dummies right beside all of the weapons racks. With this, she had her enjoyment with it, slashing smoothly at several of the dummies until they'd all lost limbs (or heads, some both). After that, she was planning on using one of the larger daggers or smaller swords to finish off this set of dummies.

Georgette knew, deep down in herself, that she had what it took to get an amazing score and end up surviving this whole rather inopportune ordeal.

Natalia Maude, 18

District Nine Female

To be honest, Natalia was ready for some peace and quiet after her private session. The room had been noisy from the chatter between different tributes in their alliances and Natalia just wasn't one to put herself in a place with that much noise, especially when she was about to have to prove her skills to the Gamemakers. She did her best work alone and in the eery quiet of night and early morning, so this would be a situation where she needed to adjust, and quickly.

She was good at doing that most of the time, quick on her feet and in her mind, so Natalia wasn't too worried for that change. It was the fact that she was going to have to wait that long in the little room that she'd been stuck in for the past hour that was going to really bother her.

Being crammed in a tiny space was something that Natalia hated the thought of, and now that it was a reality, she felt like she was about to crawl out of her skin because of how uncomfortable she felt. She didn't mind being in the same smaller space with a few other people, but it was just the fact that there were twenty-one other people in this room with her that made her feel just so cramped.

Not to mention the fact that she also just felt so restless. She just wanted to jump up and run around the room to let her body relax a little bit, but with all of the Peacekeepers standing around, plus the already cramped space of the small room, there was just no way that her desired scenario would come to fruition. So for now, the only tools that Natalia had to keep herself relaxed were deep breaths, closed eyes, and semi-peaceful thoughts.

It would be so much better if she didn't have to spend all that time in this blasted room, but there was nothing that Natalia could do about the fact that she was from District Nine instead of any before it. Hours would need to pass before it was Natalia's turn in front of the Gamemakers, and it was going to be more exhausting while she waited than when she would be performing her skills. Gee, she just couldn't wait to sit in the same spot for hours on end just for a fifteen minute assessment right before she got thrown into the arena.

The sound of the buzzer startled Natalia out of her spiraling thoughts, but it wasn't the one that she was looking forward to just quite yet. This one was for the girl from Six, so Natalia still had a pretty long while to go before she could get out of this room. God, she was so ready to get moving, why couldn't she just go before everyone else left.

That wasn't the way it worked though, there was a method to it. As a person who followed a method herself, Natalia understood why it had to be that way, but it wasn't the most pleasant to her right now. It would be okay. She was so close to getting out of this room and into the more open space of the enormous training room, all she needed to do was be patient and keep herself calm.

She wasn't going to completely relax herself to the point of turning into a jelly-like person, but she didn't need to be too tense either. There was a happy medium between being relaxed and being tense when it came to fighting and using weapons, and Natalia was going to focus on finding that happy medium so that she could do the best that she possibly could during her private session.

Natalia Maude was going to earn a high private session score, and she was going to use it to her advantage. The main goal of everything she had done, was doing, and planned on doing had a purpose to help her survive, and Natalia was going to keep things that way until she was back home in Nine in the peace and quiet of her new home in Victor's Village.

An actual home would be so nice, now that she thought of it. It would be weird not living life boldly on the streets, but it would also be so nice to finally have a chance to not be on edge all the time and to absolutely have to work to keep herself alive.

She'd kind of been zoned out for the last hour or so, so Natalia didn't fully process the sound of the buzzer until she'd stood up and started walking to the door. Yes. It was finally time to get out of this tiny place and into a more spacious area. She was so thankful that she could finally move around.

Natalia breathed in deeply as she stepped into the training room, and then she started walking over to the marked spot where she would identify herself for the Gamemakers before the session commenced. She could do this. She could show the Gamemakers that she had what it took to survive the Games and make it back to Nine.

Once she stepped onto the mark, Natalia loudly stated her introduction.

"Natalia Maude, District Nine Female."

After she'd done that, Natalia made her way over to one of the numerous dummies set up around the room and began the sequence of martial arts that she'd practiced during her training sessions. A couple punches here, a kick or two there, Natalia just went on and on until she felt all of that bottled up energy from sitting still all that time flow out of her and into her actions. Once she was satisfied with that, she quickly jogged over to the many racks of weapons that were set up for the occasion of the private sessions, selecting a pair of sickles to finish the dummy off with.

It only took a few swipes at it for her to be satisfied with what she'd done, and Natalia called it a day by making her way over to the exit of the training room. She thought that she'd done good in her session and hoped her score reflected it.

Agri Cola, 15

District Eleven Male

Agri was more relaxed and calm than he would have expected to be at this point. Unlike during training, his mind wasn't just warring over whether he was strong or weak, and he was glad for the mental break. Sometimes it was hard to control thoughts like those when he just felt that he wasn't at his best, but right now, Agri had a pretty decent grasp on his chaotic thoughts.

It would be okay if he didn't receive a high score. This had no matter in the placements during the actual Games. It had no effect on how well himself and the other tributes would do in the arena. He just needed to keep telling himself that he was going to be strong no matter what happened in the duration of his private session, and he would be satisfied with what he had done so far (fingers crossed, well, right fingers crossed)

He would be the last person to enter the training room for his private session, so it was going to be a long wait for him and for Indigo. Based on his estimate, it would be a good five hours and change before it was his turn, so he was going to be here for a while. Why not make the most out of it, he supposed. Well, there really wasn't much to make the most out of in this blank room.

Agri was just so excited to spend his next five hours sitting in a room while doing nothing. Great, he was being sarcastic now. It wasn't the greatest of signs, as he often became sarcastic when he got increasingly frustrated or impatient. He'd never had to wait for something so long in his life. The rule in Eleven for waiting was that if you spent more time waiting for something than the time it took to walk to your workplace, you were wasting time that you could be earning money during.

And now he was thinking of what he'd left back in Eleven: his family. He hated that his reunion with his brother had occurred the way that it did, but at least Glean was safe with his parents now. If only they could have made it back together without the Games being involved. It seemed like everything good was ruined by the Games, and Agri's situation was the epitome of that statement.

At least he had somewhat of a motivation to try and make it all the way through the Games. He really truly wanted to see his brother and his family again, but seeing his competition during training had instilled somewhat of a doubt in his mind about how he would fare against some of the older tributes. He also wasn't too sure about seeing how fate would bring him through this, especially since fate had been the one to separate his brother from Agri and his parents and cause that horrid accident that Agri had lost two of his fingers to.

That might end up being what it came to, so hopefully fate had decided to take it easy on him this time. It had already caused enough harm to him, both physically and emotionally.

No, Agri wasn't going to risk his own fate like that. He was strong, stronger than fate itself, and he was going to survive the Games and come back to Eleven. He was going to prove that Eleven wasn't just a worthless district that only provided Panem with some fruits and vegetables. Agri was going to put Eleven on the map as a district to respect in the Games, but first, he needed to make his own fate.

That would start with the private sessions, which could make or break him in terms of sponsors. A good score would bring him sponsors, but also could bring some unwanted attention from tributes that thought he was a threat to them. Well, there was always a positive and a negative to each choice, right? The most important thing when choosing a path was the balance between the two things, right?

The clock kept ticking and ticking as the time passed by slowly, with tributes filing out as the buzzer rang out every quarter of an hour. Finally, after hours of just being bored and keeping up the occasional little bits of chatter with his district partner, it was almost time for Agri to be done with this exhausting day. But first, it was time for Indigo to go and do her own assessment. Ladies first, as usual when it came to anything involved with the Games.

"Good luck Indigo! I know you'll do great!" Agri called out to the girl as she made her way to the door that lead into the training room.

Turning, she gave him a quick smile before disappearing into the large space of the room beyond the one that Agri had been waiting in for hours along with all of the other tributes that had exited the room earlier. They were the lucky ones, not having to wait the full time and having more of the Gamemakers attention. Surely watching five hours worth of private sessions had also bored them, so Agri would likely have to try and catch their attention with much difficulty.

The fifteen minutes between Indigo's session and his own seemed to pass by even more slowly that the previous hours had, and finally, when the buzzer rang, it was Agri's turn for his session. It had been long awaited and Agri was ready to prove to the Gamemakers and to himself that he was strong and that even he could overcome the misfortune of fate. It would start with him showing off his skills with a hammer and then he would see where he was going to go from there.

And another chapter is in the books! I really need to stop writing these in just one day because I didn't write the day before, but for now, the cycle continues. I cannot believe that we're only three chapters away from the start of the Games! I'm super excited! Now that every tribute has officially had a Pregames POV, I will be putting a poll up on my profile to see who is part of your favorite half of the cast (hint: this will impact something in the arena, so go vote after you read this!). Also, I will be adding the tributes' scores and notes from the Gamemakers on their private sessions at the end of the scores chapter, so keep an eye out for that. Thank you guys so much for reading and I'll see you in the next one!