#acptraining

Poisons and antidotes. This was a station Aracelia knew would be useful, no matter what he was thrown into there was always going to be some sort of plant based matter out there that could either kill her or save her. So she invested her time in this station.

She walked to the table where the trainer had various herbs and plant laid out next to a variety of tools. Celia saw more needles (yikes) but decided anything was worth it for her to stay alive.

stay alive//survival made a new friend in callie, learned how to make a spear (and discovered she was pretty good at it), learned about the different kinds of environments she could be put in, and made a tent for the first time.

It was day 2 of training and I decided I should probably focus on something else that would maybe help save my life in the arena, something that would be useful no matter what was in there when I got in. Survival skills. I wanted to seek out someone else to maybe make an alliance with as I had really only come in contact with Charlotte.

I noticed the girl from district 8 standing alone and figured she would be a good candidate to have as an acquaintance. I couldn’t really remember her name, I hadn’t been paying very much attention to anything else (I had been spending a lot of time with sebastian (; ) so I walked up to her and introduced myself.

It’s hot as an alpaca’s taint in this fucking training room. The pool is heated so I cant even seek refuge in its depths again. It would just be a waste of my time to train there again. And a bitch has limited resources. So ill use this to my advantage and sweat even more. At least it will clear up my pores.

Aracelia walked away from the first aid station and decided that she would check out the hand to hand combat; she felt she had been trained well by James while she was still back in district 5, but it couldn’t hurt to test the waters. She walked up to the trainer and asked if she could spar with him to test out some of the moves in her repertoire (and who knows, maybe she would learn some new ones.) 

The trainer started off easy, just stretching, limbering up (which she had done when she woke up that morning, as she did each morning) and moved into some different fighting stances.  Aracelia knew these for the most part, James had taught her well. 

Once they had run through all the basic moves and static combat practices, Aracelia suggested some sparring. The trainer and Celia wrapped their hands and proceeded to run through sparring techniques. Aracelia was well matched, every blow was matched with a perfect block for each fighter, and by the end of the match Celia was almost out of breath. 

It seemed like Charlotte was giving me some sass. I had gone to the effort of seeking her out and trying to be friendly, and she was sassing me. Maybe that was just her coping mechanism, she seemed to have some sort of anxiety, like me. Why else would she have passed out when her name was called? 

She mentioned something about brothers, maybe that’s why she had reacted so strongly to being reaped. Either way I brushed her comment off, and returned to watching the instructor who was showing us how make a splint. I hoped I wouldn’t have to that because it looked a little too complicated and it probably wouldn’t do much. If you broke anything more than a finger in the arena you were probably going to die anyway.

The woman finished up by talking us through using a hypodermic needle (which made me feel a little weak looking at, I realised I was mildly terrified of needles for some reason I couldn’t place), and asked if we had any questions or if we wanted to try anything for ourselves. 

I looked to Charlie to see if she wanted to try anything; I wanted to make sure i fully understood how to use the needle just in case something went wrong and it was necessary for me to use one. 

This was the first day of training and I had to make the decision of where i needed to go. I already had a lot of experience with hand-to-hand combat, I probably wouldn’t be needing to spend much time (if any) there. I thought about finding allies, they would be useful in the arena, and it couldn’t hurt to maybe have a friend. (Didn’t mean i would get attached though.) 

I walked up to the girl from district 6, Charlotte i think her name was, and introduced myself.

What am I doing? I was being strapped in, standing in front of what would soon be thin air and an 80 ft drop. I’m not really sure why I was doing this as my last station. Mostly because I couldn’t think of what else to do and it was mostly abandoned at the moment. The trainer behind me was tightening straps as I stared below. This was slowly becoming a worse and worse idea.

“Hey, kid, you ready?”

I swallowed “Yes?” The trainer came to face me, raising her eyebrow. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’m ready.”

“Okay. Off you go.” I jumped.

Fuck. Oh, fuck, what had I gotten myself into. AS the ground drew closer and closer, I let out a gasp. This was it. I’m dying before I get to the arena.

And then... I bounced back. The floor receded as quickly as it had come on. The wind was racing wildly about me, and for a moment the rope was slack, and it seemed as though I was flying. And down again.