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“You see that,” Sable leaned close to her tribute, pointing out the district one tribute currently sparring on the mats. “All brute. No speed.”
She was no trained fighter but twenty years in the capitol meant she’d learned a thing or two about going up against a trained killer. No one was without a weakness, and that meant opportunity. “If you find yourself in his sights just don’t stop moving. You can run a lot faster than he can swing.”
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As per usual, Fell had arrived at the Training Center early. It was quiet and there were only a few Trainers around. The Peacekeeper crowd had been thin, too. But as more people filtered into the Training Center, so did the Peacekeeper count. And a small group of them seemed to have their eyes on him, the white uniforms following him to whatever station he went to. Fell had wanted to see if he could meet with the Tributes from Two, but if Peacekeepers were going to be watching him like they were, it was going to be difficult to focus.
Fell had been wrapping up a fight with a Trainer, knocking him down to the mat. He let out a breath, moving to stand and looked over to see someone standing alongside the mat. Over their shoulder, though, had been one of the Peacekeepers and Fell sent a brief glare their way. “You want to try?” he offered, looking back to the person watching him.Â
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After the trainer had tapped out on the mat, Vesper had let them out of the lock she had them in. She let go of his arm and unlocked her legs from around his to keep him restrained while she had pinned him down with the rest of her body. But the guy was strong, and it took a bit for her to knock him down a few pegs. She made her way to the side of the mat, red strands of hair falling from the braid she had and sticking to her sweaty skin of her brow and neck.Â
She reached for her bottle of water to have a drink, feeling an ache in her shoulder. With a small grunt, she set the bottle down and rolled her shoulder, giving a small grimace. The trainer had tried to kick her legs from under her and she attempted to rebound, but her reaction time was off and she put too much weight on that shoulder going down. “Damn,” she hissed, rubbing out the ache in her shoulder.
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Aspen stood there just inside the door of the training center a moment praying she didn’t look too lost. She hadn’t felt this lost at the start of her own training, but then again, no one expected tributes to know what they were doing. Mentors however, they were supposed to know these things. She wished she had someone to ask, but District Nine’s other mentors were quite old and had elected not to make the trip to the Capitol now that they had someone to take their place. Right, she could figure this out.
“Hey...” Aspen said to the person next to her. “I was thinking of heading over to the first-aid or camouflage station, did you want to come?”
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As much as Ashten wanted to take up the axes, she had a feeling it was best to steer clear of them until the private training sessions. That was when her best skills would be put to the test, and she didn’t need to draw too much attention to herself just yet, especially from the competition. So she had wandered around the different stations-- navigation, first aid, camouflage. Things that didn’t seem terribly important until the Tribute was dying because they didn’t know how to stitch up a wound or blend into their surroundings.Â
But she knew she needed a back up in case she didn’t get an axe in the Arena. Something that would be a good substitute. So she found herself at the hand-to-hand combat station, stretching to warm herself up before she would find a sparring partner or a free trainer. Ashten started to head toward the mat when she spotted someone approaching. “Got any tips for throwing a decent punch?”
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“What do you think you’re doing?!” Cashmere exclaimed as she felt, what she assumed was a rogue dagger, graze the side of her arm. Someone clearly didn’t know what they were doing or got distracted. Novices shouldn’t be left unsupervised or well, allowed to touch the weapons.
“Well?” She asked the person beside her. If they were a tribute she had a lecture prepared. Mentors and other team members needed to be reminded how to look after their tributes and bystanders, well they would wake her side naturally. “Accidentally killing people is supposed to wait until the games start.”
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As soon as she was done in the Remake Center, Ashten wanted out.
Not that she minded being clean, but the shaving and waxing, the scrubbing and poking-- it was too much. Had they just left it to her to handle, then it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But other people were touching her and she just wanted out. So once she had her hair cleaned and everything, Ashten slipped out to go and get something to eat. She had to wait for her stylists to come and figure out what kind of tree they were going to style her up as this year. Seemed to be the same get up year after year for Seven.
She had approached the table full of food, snatching up a small sandwich when she noticed someone walk up beside her. She glanced over at them and then down at one of the plates of... something in front of her. “Any idea what that is?” she asked, pointing toward the mystery food.
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They were all back in The Capitol for another year of The Games. Vesper had to prepare herself for another year. She was ready to see the kids from Ten and know exactly what she was going to be working with. The kids had been brought down to the Remake Center to get ready for the Parade, but Vesper liked to have an early grasp on what the kids were good at and what they might be capable of learning.
Of course it wasn’t just the different teams from each District in the Tower. It was sponsors and Capitolites, anyone that wanted to meet the newest Tributes that year. Vesper had to find a corner of the Tower’s lobby to wait, well out of the way of the crowds. “Kind of loud in here,” she murmured to the person that walked up beside her. “Can’t even hear myself think.”Â
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