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Pixie's point of view
Pixie woke up early. She climbed out of her grand bed and stared out of the window. The sun was only just rising. It looked beautiful out there, how she wished to adventure the crowded streets. But she wasn't allowed outside. Let alone did she have the time for it. Phoenix needed her. Phoenix. Pixie wished to see her again, to hug her. Phoenix would have loved it here.
She drifted towards the breakfast room, the strong smell of food filling her nose. She used to always made sure to brush her hair before eating breakfast, but today she couldn't care less. Her hair looked like a rat's nest, parts of it stuck out at the sides. She had had no time to pack her hair spray. But she'd better get used to it, there would be no beauty products in the arena.
She sat down at the table, she was the only one there, the other two chairs were empty. The food was spread out on the table. This morning there was even more food than last night - it was bigger than a feast back in her District, and she had thought that was big. She was wondering if she should start eating before anyone else arrived, the aroma of the food was making her mouth water.
"Miss?" a girl said from behind her. She wore a plain, navy blue dress and a white apron, her blonde hair was tied up in a bun. "I've been told to tell you that your mentor is sick, so you and your friend will have to survive today on your own." She said the word survive in a teasing manner.
Pixie gave a small nod as the girl walked off.
Finally, she couldn't help herself anymore, she piled food onto her plate and stuffed it into her mouth. After about three platefuls, she bent her head down and licked the plate clean.
"Pixie?"
Pixie looked up, her face and messy hair smothered with tomato sauce. Wolfie stood in the doorway, he was staring at her with his mouth wide open. It was only when she saw his perfectly brushed hair and suit and tie, that she realised how she must have looked.
Pixie grabbed a napkin and wiped as much of the sauce of her face as she could.
Wolfie sat down at the table, neatly folding his napkin on his lap.
"Sorry about that," Pixie muttered in embarrassment, "I look awful."
Wolfie chuckled, "It's okay. Besides, I don't think you look awful."
Pixie blushed and looked down at her plate. Wolfie awkwardly started helping himself to the little food there was left.
"So...." Pixie started, "Someone told me our mentor is ill and we'll have to survive the day on our own."
Wolfie stopped loading food on his plate and stared at Pixie, "What? That's not fair! They have to give us another mentor!"
Pixie shrugged, "I don't know, maybe it is kind of a good thing. I mean, we mostly get to do whatever we want."
"I guess," Wolfie grunted, "Anyway, I was thinking we could split up in training. You know, make more friends, cover more ground. Then we can show each other what we learned when we get back here. How about we meet at six?"
"Oh... Okay," Pixie had been hoping they would stay together. She didn't know anything about the other tributes, or surviving.
"In that case, I'll be going now. See you later." Pixie said as she ran back to her room.
Ray's point of view
It was only after he woke up that Ray realised how luxurious his room was. It was a lot more posh than anything he had ever seen!
When Ray had finished exploring his elegant room, he had a quick shower (when he said quick he meant quick after he had fiddled with hundreds of buttons and found the perfect temperature and scent (yes, you can choose the scent of your shower water)). He wasn't surprised to find they actually had hot water, he had only had warm water twice before, both times long ago.
After Ray had finished getting dressed, he went outside to the dining room, where they had had a feast the night before. He found a woman sitting at the table, reading a book. The woman had long brown hair, she was wearing glasses and had warm brown eyes.
The woman didn't notice Ray looking at her, so he quietly slipped into a seat and began eating. The food he had was delicious, it was nothing like the food he had at home. It was very fancy, and it had more flavour.
The woman looked up from her book, smiling, "Oh, hello, I didn't see you there. My name's Cassidy. I assume you are Ray?" She didn't seem like someone who would have won the Games. She looked a little nerdy, especially with her glasses on.
"I, uh, yeah, that's me," Ray stuttered.
The woman studied him, he couldn't tell what she was thinking, she had a straight, emotionless face. She quickly looked away, "Now we have to wait for Elina."
It was a long and awkward wait, Ray quietly ate his food while Cassidy read her book. He was silently praying for Elina to turn up, anything to break the awkwardness.
About half an hour later, Elina stumbled into the room. Her tangled black hair resembled a bird's nest, and she was still in pyjamas.
"Err, can we start now? I'm never gonna stand a chance in there if I don't get help." Ray asked as Cassidy looked up from her book.
"Sure, we can start now. Don't rush into the cornucopia, onl-"
"Hold on, I haven't even had breakfast!" Elina protested as she began loading some pancakes onto her plate.
"Well, you should have woken up earlier!" Ray argued, clearly annoyed at Elina.
"Hey, it's not my fault that I wo-"
"That's enough," Cassidy interrupted, "Elina, we're gonna begin, you can eat and listen at the same time."
Ray stuck his tongue out at Elina in victory, she glared at him.
"Both of you, stop acting like kids. This is serious, you're going into the games and none of you know a thing about surviving." Cassidy scolded.
"That's what I said in the first place!" Ray complained, glaring at her.
Cassidy ignored him and continued talking. "Anyway, as I was saying, don't rush into the cornucopia, only grab a bag if it's near you. No matter if you get a bag or not, you need to run away. Find a source of water and collect some of it if you can, then run and climb up a tree."
"But what if we can't climb?" Elina asked.
"That's what the training room is for," Cassidy looked at the clock, her mouth opened in shock. "You better hurry to the training room, you don't want to be late!"
Wolfie's point of view
After Pixie left, Wolfie couldn't help but staring at her as she ran. He regretted saying they shouldn't stick together in training, and he could see she was hurt.
Quickly finishing the rest of his food, he carefully wiped his mouth with his napkin. He got up and walked along a hall to what he guessed was an elevator. He stepped inside, it was oval-shaped and big enough to fit about thirty people (with room to shuffle about). The walls were glass - he could see the busy city below getting further and further away after he pressed the button. He and Pixie were on floor two, the training room was on floor twenty-three.
He thought the elevator was huge. But it was nothing compared to the sight of the training room. The room was bigger than his whole house back home, it was filled with training stations - Wolfie didn't know where to start. Most people were already there. He looked around; he saw a sword fighting arena - he was strong enough already, archery - it wasn't really his thing. Knot tying? He doubted that would be much use in the arena. Tree climbing. Most years the arena was filled with trees (the exceptions being the year with the scorching desert, and the one with the frozen tundra). He decided to start with that.
He walked over to the station and saw two girls and a boy sitting near the trees, whispering between themselves.
"Hi," he said loud and clear, "my name's Wolfie."
They looked up at him, nudging each other. The one who was probably the oldest stood up. "My name's Aypi. District eight."
"And I'm Fire," said the other girl, "this is my friend, Waffels," she pointed to the boy.
"Nice to meet you guys. Can you guys show me how to climb?"
They nodded their heads and scampered up the tree whilst giving him directions and tips. Wolfie slowly reached the top of the tree. He scanned the other stations until he found Pixie, she was at the sword fighting station. He smiled to himself.
He didn't realise how long he had been staring, until Waffels, who had been watching Wolfie for a minute, tapped him on the shoulder, "Um, are you coming back down?"
Wolfie awoke from his daydream and quickly hurried back down after the rest of them.
After he went back to his room, the only thing he could remember was Pixie's smile.
Pixie's point of view
Pixie woke up early. She climbed out of her grand bed and stared out of the window. The sun was only just rising. It looked beautiful out there, how she wished to adventure the crowded streets. But she wasn't allowed outside. Let alone did she have the time for it. Phoenix needed her. Phoenix. Pixie wished to see her again, to hug her. Phoenix would have loved it here.
She drifted towards the breakfast room, the strong smell of food filling her nose. She used to always made sure to brush her hair before eating breakfast, but today she couldn't care less. Her hair looked like a rat's nest, parts of it stuck out at the sides. She had had no time to pack her hair spray. But she'd better get used to it, there would be no beauty products in the arena.
She sat down at the table, she was the only one there, the other two chairs were empty. The food was spread out on the table. This morning there was even more food than last night - it was bigger than a feast back in her District, and she had thought that was big. She was wondering if she should start eating before anyone else arrived, the aroma of the food was making her mouth water.
"Miss?" a girl said from behind her. She wore a plain, navy blue dress and a white apron, her blonde hair was tied up in a bun. "I've been told to tell you that your mentor is sick, so you and your friend will have to survive today on your own." She said the word survive in a teasing manner.
Pixie gave a small nod as the girl walked off.
Finally, she couldn't help herself anymore, she piled food onto her plate and stuffed it into her mouth. After about three platefuls, she bent her head down and licked the plate clean.
"Pixie?"
Pixie looked up, her face and messy hair smothered with tomato sauce. Wolfie stood in the doorway, he was staring at her with his mouth wide open. It was only when she saw his perfectly brushed hair and suit and tie, that she realised how she must have looked.
Pixie grabbed a napkin and wiped as much of the sauce of her face as she could.
Wolfie sat down at the table, neatly folding his napkin on his lap.
"Sorry about that," Pixie muttered in embarrassment, "I look awful."
Wolfie chuckled, "It's okay. Besides, I don't think you look awful."
Pixie blushed and looked down at her plate. Wolfie awkwardly started helping himself to the little food there was left.
"So...." Pixie started, "Someone told me our mentor is ill and we'll have to survive the day on our own."
Wolfie stopped loading food on his plate and stared at Pixie, "What? That's not fair! They have to give us another mentor!"
Pixie shrugged, "I don't know, maybe it is kind of a good thing. I mean, we mostly get to do whatever we want."
"I guess," Wolfie grunted, "Anyway, I was thinking we could split up in training. You know, make more friends, cover more ground. Then we can show each other what we learned when we get back here. How about we meet at six?"
"Oh... Okay," Pixie had been hoping they would stay together. She didn't know anything about the other tributes, or surviving.
"In that case, I'll be going now. See you later." Pixie said as she ran back to her room.
Ray's point of view
It was only after he woke up that Ray realised how luxurious his room was. It was a lot more posh than anything he had ever seen!
When Ray had finished exploring his elegant room, he had a quick shower (when he said quick he meant quick after he had fiddled with hundreds of buttons and found the perfect temperature and scent (yes, you can choose the scent of your shower water)). He wasn't surprised to find they actually had hot water, he had only had warm water twice before, both times long ago.
After Ray had finished getting dressed, he went outside to the dining room, where they had had a feast the night before. He found a woman sitting at the table, reading a book. The woman had long brown hair, she was wearing glasses and had warm brown eyes.
The woman didn't notice Ray looking at her, so he quietly slipped into a seat and began eating. The food he had was delicious, it was nothing like the food he had at home. It was very fancy, and it had more flavour.
The woman looked up from her book, smiling, "Oh, hello, I didn't see you there. My name's Cassidy. I assume you are Ray?" She didn't seem like someone who would have won the Games. She looked a little nerdy, especially with her glasses on.
"I, uh, yeah, that's me," Ray stuttered.
The woman studied him, he couldn't tell what she was thinking, she had a straight, emotionless face. She quickly looked away, "Now we have to wait for Elina."
It was a long and awkward wait, Ray quietly ate his food while Cassidy read her book. He was silently praying for Elina to turn up, anything to break the awkwardness.
About half an hour later, Elina stumbled into the room. Her tangled black hair resembled a bird's nest, and she was still in pyjamas.
"Err, can we start now? I'm never gonna stand a chance in there if I don't get help." Ray asked as Cassidy looked up from her book.
"Sure, we can start now. Don't rush into the cornucopia, onl-"
"Hold on, I haven't even had breakfast!" Elina protested as she began loading some pancakes onto her plate.
"Well, you should have woken up earlier!" Ray argued, clearly annoyed at Elina.
"Hey, it's not my fault that I wo-"
"That's enough," Cassidy interrupted, "Elina, we're gonna begin, you can eat and listen at the same time."
Ray stuck his tongue out at Elina in victory, she glared at him.
"Both of you, stop acting like kids. This is serious, you're going into the games and none of you know a thing about surviving." Cassidy scolded.
"That's what I said in the first place!" Ray complained, glaring at her.
Cassidy ignored him and continued talking. "Anyway, as I was saying, don't rush into the cornucopia, only grab a bag if it's near you. No matter if you get a bag or not, you need to run away. Find a source of water and collect some of it if you can, then run and climb up a tree."
"But what if we can't climb?" Elina asked.
"That's what the training room is for," Cassidy looked at the clock, her mouth opened in shock. "You better hurry to the training room, you don't want to be late!"
Wolfie's point of view
After Pixie left, Wolfie couldn't help but staring at her as she ran. He regretted saying they shouldn't stick together in training, and he could see she was hurt.
Quickly finishing the rest of his food, he carefully wiped his mouth with his napkin. He got up and walked along a hall to what he guessed was an elevator. He stepped inside, it was oval-shaped and big enough to fit about thirty people (with room to shuffle about). The walls were glass - he could see the busy city below getting further and further away after he pressed the button. He and Pixie were on floor two, the training room was on floor twenty-three.
He thought the elevator was huge. But it was nothing compared to the sight of the training room. The room was bigger than his whole house back home, it was filled with training stations - Wolfie didn't know where to start. Most people were already there. He looked around; he saw a sword fighting arena - he was strong enough already, archery - it wasn't really his thing. Knot tying? He doubted that would be much use in the arena. Tree climbing. Most years the arena was filled with trees (the exceptions being the year with the scorching desert, and the one with the frozen tundra). He decided to start with that.
He walked over to the station and saw two girls and a boy sitting near the trees, whispering between themselves.
"Hi," he said loud and clear, "my name's Wolfie."
They looked up at him, nudging each other. The one who was probably the oldest stood up. "My name's Aypi. District eight."
"And I'm Fire," said the other girl, "this is my friend, Waffels," she pointed to the boy.
"Nice to meet you guys. Can you guys show me how to climb?"
They nodded their heads and scampered up the tree whilst giving him directions and tips. Wolfie slowly reached the top of the tree. He scanned the other stations until he found Pixie, she was at the sword fighting station. He smiled to himself.
He didn't realise how long he had been staring, until Waffels, who had been watching Wolfie for a minute, tapped him on the shoulder, "Um, are you coming back down?"
Wolfie awoke from his daydream and quickly hurried back down after the rest of them.
After he went back to his room, the only thing he could remember was Pixie's smile.
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