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Something we forgot to mention earlier, for those of you who haven't read the books, is that the whole Hunger Games is shown live on TV. So everyone in the Capitol and the districts can watch it (the tributes families will be watching to see how their child/sibling/friend is doing). So anyone in The Capitol (not the districts) can sponsor a tribute of their choice, and send them supplies when they need them.
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Snowy's point of view
Days passed since Snowy first met Arrow. They got along so well, they had already made plans to team in The Games. She was kind of worried, if it came down to the two of them she probably wouldn't be able to kill him. She just had to hope it wouldn't.
She finished up her breakfast and strolled to training, a big smile on her face. She was trying to focus on meeting Arrow and getting better at archery rather than the terrors awaiting her in the arena. As she entered the huge room, she realised no one was there. It was only 7:00am. She'd been so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't even thought to check the time.
Snowy practised her archery for an hour, managing to get two arrows right in the centre. Before everyone started to arrive, she even had enough time to practise climbing trees, starting a fire and sword fighting (she much preferred archery).
"Snowy!" Arrow jogged over to her. "Today is the day we get tested on our skills."
Snowy had forgotten all about that. Two days before The Games starts, all the tributes are tested (by the gamemakers) on a skill of their choice. They're then given a score out of twelve. Everyone, including the tributes, is shown the scores.
Snowy's hands shook as she picked up a bow, she aimed at the target.
"You nervous?" Arrow looked at her worriedly.
"No. I'm fine."
Snowy clenched her teeth together. She let the arrow fly. It hit the brick wall behind the target.
Arrow put his hand on her shoulder, "You're obviously not okay."
He smiled and picked up another bow. "Just watch me, okay?"
The twenty-four tributes sat in a small room together. One by one, the tributes were called into another, larger room, starting with the boy from District 1. Snowy watched as the tributes slowly disappeared.
"District 5 male," a man called.
Arrow grinned at her then followed the man into the room.
District 5 female. District 6 male. Then finally:
"District 6 female."
Snowy stood up and wandered into the room. It was exactly the same as the training centre, except there was a balcony where the gamemakers stood. They were staring at her intently. Of course they are, she told herself, they're waiting for you to do something. But what?
She looked around the room, the only thing that came to her mind, was archery. As she'd done so many times, she picked a bow from the rack. Her arms pulled the arrow back. The room was silent. She closed her eyes and let the arrow fly.
Jc's point of view
After about half an hour of waiting, it was just Jc and Lauren left in the room. Everyone else had been called to be tested on their skills.
Jc felt nervous, the only thing he was good at was knot tying. What good was that? It's barely even a skill, let alone something that will help him survive in The Games. He stood no chance, surviving and-
"Jc! Are you even listening to me?" Lauren said, interrupting his thoughts, "Never mind, your name's been called, hurry up!"
He left from the bench and hurried to the door. At the last minute, he turned back.
"Aren't you going to wish me good luck?"
"Fine, good luck! Now go, or you'll miss your turn!" Lauren answered, irritatedly.
As Jc walked out the door, he thought he heard her mutter; "Not that luck will do you any good.."
Maybe it was just his imagination, because he was feeling so nervous. Or maybe she did say it... And maybe she was right. Maybe he didn't stand a chance.
As Jc entered the room, he saw lots of people (who couldn't have been anyone but the gamemakers) standing on a balcony, crowding around a long table filled with food. When they saw him come in, they looked up and started whispering and pointing at him. The roller coaster in his stomach started and he began to feel anxious. Trying to ignore that, he looked around the room for a rope. As soon as he found one, he grabbed it and tied an impressive noose. He hung it around a training dummy and tied it to a bar hanging from the ceiling. The gamemakers watched as he grabbed a bow and arrow from the rack and shot the training dummy, right at its head. He smiled and bowed, then walked straight out the room. For once, he felt proud - he finally accomplished something. And that, was enough for him.
Pixie's point of view
"Hey Wolfie!"
"Hi Pixie," Wolfie grinned.
Pixie slumped into a chair across from Wolfie, rubbing her eyes groggily. Their mentor still hadn't shown up, today was the day they got tested for their training scores, and Pixie still didn't know what she was going to do.
"Um, so I was thinking," Pixie started, "in the arena, what do you think of the idea of us teaming?"
Wolfie stared at her and tilted his head.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't want to!" she said quickly.
"No, I would like to. I'm guessing you were unsuccessful at making friends?" A smile crept onto his face.
Pixie blushed, "To be fair, the tributes I met weren't very friendly- I don't mean they were bad people, just-"
"I know what you mean," Wolfie chuckled.
Pixie smiled with embarrassment. Why did she have to be so awkward? She probably would have made friends if she was less awkward. There was a moment of silence as they both continued eating, which was fortunately broken by Wolfie.
"What skill are you showing the gamemakers?"
Pixie shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know yet, maybe sword fighting."
Seriously Pixie? She thought to herself.
Luckily, Wolfie either didn't know how bad at it she was, or was acting for her sake.
"I was thinking of that, too." He glanced up at the shiny, black clock on the wall. "We should get going."
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Snowy's point of view
Days passed since Snowy first met Arrow. They got along so well, they had already made plans to team in The Games. She was kind of worried, if it came down to the two of them she probably wouldn't be able to kill him. She just had to hope it wouldn't.
She finished up her breakfast and strolled to training, a big smile on her face. She was trying to focus on meeting Arrow and getting better at archery rather than the terrors awaiting her in the arena. As she entered the huge room, she realised no one was there. It was only 7:00am. She'd been so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't even thought to check the time.
Snowy practised her archery for an hour, managing to get two arrows right in the centre. Before everyone started to arrive, she even had enough time to practise climbing trees, starting a fire and sword fighting (she much preferred archery).
"Snowy!" Arrow jogged over to her. "Today is the day we get tested on our skills."
Snowy had forgotten all about that. Two days before The Games starts, all the tributes are tested (by the gamemakers) on a skill of their choice. They're then given a score out of twelve. Everyone, including the tributes, is shown the scores.
Snowy's hands shook as she picked up a bow, she aimed at the target.
"You nervous?" Arrow looked at her worriedly.
"No. I'm fine."
Snowy clenched her teeth together. She let the arrow fly. It hit the brick wall behind the target.
Arrow put his hand on her shoulder, "You're obviously not okay."
He smiled and picked up another bow. "Just watch me, okay?"
The twenty-four tributes sat in a small room together. One by one, the tributes were called into another, larger room, starting with the boy from District 1. Snowy watched as the tributes slowly disappeared.
"District 5 male," a man called.
Arrow grinned at her then followed the man into the room.
District 5 female. District 6 male. Then finally:
"District 6 female."
Snowy stood up and wandered into the room. It was exactly the same as the training centre, except there was a balcony where the gamemakers stood. They were staring at her intently. Of course they are, she told herself, they're waiting for you to do something. But what?
She looked around the room, the only thing that came to her mind, was archery. As she'd done so many times, she picked a bow from the rack. Her arms pulled the arrow back. The room was silent. She closed her eyes and let the arrow fly.
Jc's point of view
After about half an hour of waiting, it was just Jc and Lauren left in the room. Everyone else had been called to be tested on their skills.
Jc felt nervous, the only thing he was good at was knot tying. What good was that? It's barely even a skill, let alone something that will help him survive in The Games. He stood no chance, surviving and-
"Jc! Are you even listening to me?" Lauren said, interrupting his thoughts, "Never mind, your name's been called, hurry up!"
He left from the bench and hurried to the door. At the last minute, he turned back.
"Aren't you going to wish me good luck?"
"Fine, good luck! Now go, or you'll miss your turn!" Lauren answered, irritatedly.
As Jc walked out the door, he thought he heard her mutter; "Not that luck will do you any good.."
Maybe it was just his imagination, because he was feeling so nervous. Or maybe she did say it... And maybe she was right. Maybe he didn't stand a chance.
As Jc entered the room, he saw lots of people (who couldn't have been anyone but the gamemakers) standing on a balcony, crowding around a long table filled with food. When they saw him come in, they looked up and started whispering and pointing at him. The roller coaster in his stomach started and he began to feel anxious. Trying to ignore that, he looked around the room for a rope. As soon as he found one, he grabbed it and tied an impressive noose. He hung it around a training dummy and tied it to a bar hanging from the ceiling. The gamemakers watched as he grabbed a bow and arrow from the rack and shot the training dummy, right at its head. He smiled and bowed, then walked straight out the room. For once, he felt proud - he finally accomplished something. And that, was enough for him.
Pixie's point of view
"Hey Wolfie!"
"Hi Pixie," Wolfie grinned.
Pixie slumped into a chair across from Wolfie, rubbing her eyes groggily. Their mentor still hadn't shown up, today was the day they got tested for their training scores, and Pixie still didn't know what she was going to do.
"Um, so I was thinking," Pixie started, "in the arena, what do you think of the idea of us teaming?"
Wolfie stared at her and tilted his head.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't want to!" she said quickly.
"No, I would like to. I'm guessing you were unsuccessful at making friends?" A smile crept onto his face.
Pixie blushed, "To be fair, the tributes I met weren't very friendly- I don't mean they were bad people, just-"
"I know what you mean," Wolfie chuckled.
Pixie smiled with embarrassment. Why did she have to be so awkward? She probably would have made friends if she was less awkward. There was a moment of silence as they both continued eating, which was fortunately broken by Wolfie.
"What skill are you showing the gamemakers?"
Pixie shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know yet, maybe sword fighting."
Seriously Pixie? She thought to herself.
Luckily, Wolfie either didn't know how bad at it she was, or was acting for her sake.
"I was thinking of that, too." He glanced up at the shiny, black clock on the wall. "We should get going."
