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Annika walked into the training room, closing the door with force, making the Gamemakers jump. She just smiled cruelly and walked closer. Her footsteps echoed on the hard floor. "Annika Waldorf. District 3." She said, acting as if there wasn't a thing to be worried about. As if she wasn't about to be placed into the Arena in a death battle.
The timer started and so did she. Her feet flew for the dummies and rope. She hung up a dummy and tied his throat tightly with the thick rope. So tight all you could see was the rope. She grabbed two daggers and pricked her finger with one, drawing blood. She put the blood on the tip of each dagger and smiled slyly at the Gamemakers. She added the blood to show how pinpoint she vould throw and for effect. Shethrew the first dagger at the dummy, 10 feet away. It sliced the rope and the dummy fell. Still in midair, she threw the second dagger and it went all the way through the dummies neck. The Gamemakers gasped and she flicked some blood at them off of her finger to appease their hunger.
Annika went to the next station and grabbed some bows and arrows. She dipped each end in some of her own blood. It radiated off of the silver arrows. Each arrow hit the center target perfectly. She then started running, bow and arrows still in hand. As she ran, she shot the arrows, they still all hit dead center. Tired of the targets, she moved onto the dummies. More blood for the other 6 arrows. She ran again as she threw the arrows. The first hit dead center of the eye. The second, the other eye. The third, heart. Fourth, throat. The fifth and six went to equally as deadly places.
Annika was done for know. She walked straight up to the Gamemakers table to mock them. She spoke in a deadly whisper, "Sirs, I'm afraid you're no match for me. You scare at blood, I scare at nothing. Act like real men." The last sentence was said much more loudly. It landed squarely on the table. She picked up a final knife on her way out. "What, want this?" She mocked, facing them once more, her face as cold as granite. She then turned promptly and threw the dagger at the table. If the table were a target, it would have hit the bulls eye. The knife was so deeply lodged in only the hilt could be seen. On the way to the door, she tripped over a piece of rope and landed face first on the floor. She kept her head down as she ran out the door; face flushed.
The timer started and so did she. Her feet flew for the dummies and rope. She hung up a dummy and tied his throat tightly with the thick rope. So tight all you could see was the rope. She grabbed two daggers and pricked her finger with one, drawing blood. She put the blood on the tip of each dagger and smiled slyly at the Gamemakers. She added the blood to show how pinpoint she vould throw and for effect. Shethrew the first dagger at the dummy, 10 feet away. It sliced the rope and the dummy fell. Still in midair, she threw the second dagger and it went all the way through the dummies neck. The Gamemakers gasped and she flicked some blood at them off of her finger to appease their hunger.
Annika went to the next station and grabbed some bows and arrows. She dipped each end in some of her own blood. It radiated off of the silver arrows. Each arrow hit the center target perfectly. She then started running, bow and arrows still in hand. As she ran, she shot the arrows, they still all hit dead center. Tired of the targets, she moved onto the dummies. More blood for the other 6 arrows. She ran again as she threw the arrows. The first hit dead center of the eye. The second, the other eye. The third, heart. Fourth, throat. The fifth and six went to equally as deadly places.
Annika was done for know. She walked straight up to the Gamemakers table to mock them. She spoke in a deadly whisper, "Sirs, I'm afraid you're no match for me. You scare at blood, I scare at nothing. Act like real men." The last sentence was said much more loudly. It landed squarely on the table. She picked up a final knife on her way out. "What, want this?" She mocked, facing them once more, her face as cold as granite. She then turned promptly and threw the dagger at the table. If the table were a target, it would have hit the bulls eye. The knife was so deeply lodged in only the hilt could be seen. On the way to the door, she tripped over a piece of rope and landed face first on the floor. She kept her head down as she ran out the door; face flushed.
Zeke opened the door slowly like it was his right. He knew the game makers would be tired. He was number 12 on there list of tributes today. He knew that he had to be rememberable, if he wanted to survive. His stylist did his best to make him look he was a man of the Capitol, as he requested.
He stood at the center of the room looking at all the game makers for a minute, to be precise. "Hello." He paused and tucked his hands behind his back. "My name is Zeke Joseph Blackwell. Male representative from district seven. I am going to show you why I ... Am someone you won't forget." Zeke gave his knowing smile when he was earned with snapping heads toward his direction.
Zeke began to get to work. He grabbed several axes and started to throw them in the air, there were seven in count. He threw them high in the air, all of them, and when they started to drop, he kicked his feet so they all moved away from his body, landing in a neat pile. But he wasn't done.
He walked over to the berry station and grabbed night-lock. He grabbed every other berry he could fine and dumped it onto the table. He mixed them all up and grabbed one at random.
"You all think it's risky right? There is no way I can pick the one safe berry in all of these?" He popped it in his mouth and swallowed. "I know because I'm smart. Anything that I see once I remember. You could give me a hundred question test and I would remember the very first one you asked me, or the thirty second for that matter. I can tell what people weaknesses are. " Zeke smiled and laughed at his own genius ness and how random his while act was. "I'm brilliant." He laughed again and one of the game makers rose out of his seat.
"You are dismissed mr Blackwell."
He stood at the center of the room looking at all the game makers for a minute, to be precise. "Hello." He paused and tucked his hands behind his back. "My name is Zeke Joseph Blackwell. Male representative from district seven. I am going to show you why I ... Am someone you won't forget." Zeke gave his knowing smile when he was earned with snapping heads toward his direction.
Zeke began to get to work. He grabbed several axes and started to throw them in the air, there were seven in count. He threw them high in the air, all of them, and when they started to drop, he kicked his feet so they all moved away from his body, landing in a neat pile. But he wasn't done.
He walked over to the berry station and grabbed night-lock. He grabbed every other berry he could fine and dumped it onto the table. He mixed them all up and grabbed one at random.
"You all think it's risky right? There is no way I can pick the one safe berry in all of these?" He popped it in his mouth and swallowed. "I know because I'm smart. Anything that I see once I remember. You could give me a hundred question test and I would remember the very first one you asked me, or the thirty second for that matter. I can tell what people weaknesses are. " Zeke smiled and laughed at his own genius ness and how random his while act was. "I'm brilliant." He laughed again and one of the game makers rose out of his seat.
"You are dismissed mr Blackwell."
Alfie walked into the Training Center. He wasn't much for showing off his skill, but he showed what he had learnt with the daggers. Yet first he stood in the middle of the room, "Alfie Horsan, District Eight" then went over to the weapons station.He scanned over what they provided and picked up a dagger. Alfie stood sideways and aimed for the dummy's heart. He threw, letting go of the dagger's hilt; the blade hit into the dummy's thigh. After his face showing somewhat a form of sadness, Alfie then replaced it with a smile as if that was what he was supposed to do. But he hadn't acted quickly enough. He could tell that the Gamemakers had seen what had happened, seen his face drop, and none of them were paying attention to him any more. So he quickly went over to the dummies, started to collect some rope, some paint from the camouflage table and painted the word JENIKA on the dummy. Then he tied one end of the rope to a table leg, the other end of the rope round the dummy's neck and hauled it into the air.
Alfie grinned as he saw his end product and walked out. Since boys were always first in showing their skill, he knew Jenika would see this, and wonder just why he had done it.
Maya stalked in arrogantly. "Maya Sorensen, District Two," she stated significantly, then moved to the knives. She picked up a throwing knife
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and threw it at a dummy, striking the eye. She threw a second one less than five seconds later, which struck the neck.
Picking up a bow, she shot twelve arrows a second apart at a bullseye, until all but one lay on the floor sliced in two. The final one sat deep in the centre of the board, only the fletching showing.
She then began throwing weapons towards the dummies chaotically, before seemingly disappearing in the maelstrom of flying knives.
Silently and carefully, Maya crawled along the roof, noticing the Gamemakers were bored now that she had disappeared. She launched an arrow from the bow she had picked up in the confusion, causing it to land at the feet of the Head Gamemaker. She dropped to the ground, picked up a rope from the ground, as well as two knives, and within a minute had a trap in her hands. She launched it up, and the knives lodged it firmly into the ceiling. She bowed, slicing her finger firmly and let a single drop of blood fall to the ground. She strode out, smirking.
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and threw it at a dummy, striking the eye. She threw a second one less than five seconds later, which struck the neck.
Picking up a bow, she shot twelve arrows a second apart at a bullseye, until all but one lay on the floor sliced in two. The final one sat deep in the centre of the board, only the fletching showing.
She then began throwing weapons towards the dummies chaotically, before seemingly disappearing in the maelstrom of flying knives.
Silently and carefully, Maya crawled along the roof, noticing the Gamemakers were bored now that she had disappeared. She launched an arrow from the bow she had picked up in the confusion, causing it to land at the feet of the Head Gamemaker. She dropped to the ground, picked up a rope from the ground, as well as two knives, and within a minute had a trap in her hands. She launched it up, and the knives lodged it firmly into the ceiling. She bowed, slicing her finger firmly and let a single drop of blood fall to the ground. She strode out, smirking.
Tristan ignored the work from the previous districts and presumed they had shown their rubbish skill one way or another. "Tristan Lee, Nine." He called out to the top room, watching as they swiveled round in their seats.After collecting a knife, Tristan stood at the very front of the room and aimed for the dummy at the other end of the Training Center. He threw and saw the knife impale itself into the dummy's heart. A few of the people in the top room clapped slightly, but the Head Gamemaker looked more than pleased. He looked annoyed.
Tristan ignored his looks also and went to where you could make a fire. He took one twig, placed it in the crook of a log and started to rub it between his fingers, moving his hands up and down the twig. Within seconds smoke had erupted from the log and a slight flame was flickering. Then another flame sprung up, along with others, so Tristan had a full fire burning away. He left it going to burn down the log before he put it out by standing on it, no matter how much pain it caused his emotions. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and his eyes were red and puffy, ashamed at how he had just presented himself. He had made a fire. A fire. He had risen above his fears, but something nagged at the back of his mind.
Tristan felt lost, scared and like a little boy again. But he stood in the middle of the room and waited for the people to dismiss him. The time never came, of course, as Tristan was already out of the room before you could blink, heading down the steps, into the elevator, back to his room, where he lay on his bed, screaming his head off, tears dripping onto his pillow.
Kaiden strode into the room, hands by his sides. The look in his eyes was fierce and when he spoke his voice was deathly dangerous sounding. "Kaiden Ciocca, District Two"
Kaiden wanted to be different, he knew that all of the others would probably light a fire or shoot knives at targets slowly and that stuff, but he had different plans. He moved to the swords and grabbed one from the table. Then, he hung up 5 dummies around him by the neck, showing off his knot tying skills. For a moment he just held the sword standing there as if he wasn't going to do anything in the ring of dummies. The moment the Gamemakers got bored he threw a sword and picked up another and threw it, and another, and another until each of the five dummies had a sword lodged in, piercing the center of the heart. He had done it so quickly it seemed as though he had spun around once and all of the knives had been thrown at once; an illusion.
Kaiden wasn't done yet. He had yet one more plan to get him a twelve. He got the best sword there and stood sideways to the Gamemaker's table. Each of them had their wine glasses in front of them, each had been drunk out of, but none completely. First, he used the sword and pricked his finger. He put a drop of his blood in each glass. The Gamemakers watched him carefully, although a few looked sick. Good, he was keeping them in contact with him. He grabbed a sword, the point dipped in his blood and stood again sideways to the Gamemakers table. He ran down it, his sword outstretched, knocking over each one of the wine glasses and demolishing it as it broke into a million pieces on the floor. He picked up a few, and none of them noticed. Most of the Gamemakers screamed and then he bowed in front of them mockingly.
"Thank you for your time." He began to leave without being dismissed. But then, he threw the glass shards back at the Gamemakers. He closed the door as shrieks echoed throughout the room with a loud slam, pleased with himself.
Kaiden wanted to be different, he knew that all of the others would probably light a fire or shoot knives at targets slowly and that stuff, but he had different plans. He moved to the swords and grabbed one from the table. Then, he hung up 5 dummies around him by the neck, showing off his knot tying skills. For a moment he just held the sword standing there as if he wasn't going to do anything in the ring of dummies. The moment the Gamemakers got bored he threw a sword and picked up another and threw it, and another, and another until each of the five dummies had a sword lodged in, piercing the center of the heart. He had done it so quickly it seemed as though he had spun around once and all of the knives had been thrown at once; an illusion.
Kaiden wasn't done yet. He had yet one more plan to get him a twelve. He got the best sword there and stood sideways to the Gamemaker's table. Each of them had their wine glasses in front of them, each had been drunk out of, but none completely. First, he used the sword and pricked his finger. He put a drop of his blood in each glass. The Gamemakers watched him carefully, although a few looked sick. Good, he was keeping them in contact with him. He grabbed a sword, the point dipped in his blood and stood again sideways to the Gamemakers table. He ran down it, his sword outstretched, knocking over each one of the wine glasses and demolishing it as it broke into a million pieces on the floor. He picked up a few, and none of them noticed. Most of the Gamemakers screamed and then he bowed in front of them mockingly.
"Thank you for your time." He began to leave without being dismissed. But then, he threw the glass shards back at the Gamemakers. He closed the door as shrieks echoed throughout the room with a loud slam, pleased with himself.
Rhea sucked in her breath and walked into the large room filled with training stations for her to choose from. She walks up to the Gamemakers, who paid no attention to her. "Ahem," she coughed. A few turned around. "Rhea Flamsteed. District Four," she stated.
"You have ten minutes to show your skills," said the head Gamemaker.
Rhea bit her lip and spotted the tridents. Making sure the Gamemakers were watching, she threw the trident in a high arc. It landed square in the centre of the chest target. She threw the second straight into the centre of the head target.
Next she grabbed a sword and headed over to the dummies. She swung her sword and decapitated a dummy with it's back turned to her. She brought her sword down on the shoulder of another and it split all the way to the hip. Rhea drove the blade into the stomach until it came out the other side. She pulled it out and and hacked off the arm of a third dummy with one blow, and finished it off a slice to the stomach. Then she brought her sword down into the head of a fourth dummy and split it's head in half.
"Five minutes," warned the head Gamemaker.
Rhea hurried over to the pool. She was wearing a suit appropriate for training and swimming, so she didn't need to change. She jumped onto a starting block, slammed the buzzer and dove into the pool. She swam as hard and as fast as she could, free-styling all the way. When she got to the end, she hit the buzzer, and checked her time. It was 8.7 seconds. She didn't have to tell the Gamemakers her time-they probably had a separate viewing of it.
Rhea bowed, ending her training session, and walked out.
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