[𝕬𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆]
(N) Lack of self control;
the state of mind in which
someone acts against their
better judgement through
weakness of will.
❝They wanted a monster. I decided to give them one.❞
Pre 'The Hunger Games' - Mockingjay Pt2
Started - 18 f...
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"𝗗𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻"
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"𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 twenty-three of you will be dead." The woman announced as all the tributes were gathered in the training room, "One of you will be alive. Who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next four days, particularly to what I'm about to say."
"First," she continued, "No fighting with the tributes, you'll have plenty of time for that in the arena. There are four compulsory exercises, the rest will be individual training. My advice is, don't ignore the survival skill. Everybody wants to grab a sword, but most of you will die from natural causes."
"10% from infection, 20% from dehydration. Exposure can kill as easily as a knife. Now, remember what I said, you'll need it."
She then signalled for the tributes to start training. Darcie shared a nervous glance with Aramis, as the other tributes started to walk to different stations.
Aramis signalled for her to follow him, and walked over to the survival station. He started to explain how to tie a knot, whilst showing Darcie, who wasn't paying much attention.
Instead she was surveying the room, analysing each tribute and their skills. Harrison had told her she always had a keen eye, able to spot things that were useful and understand things others couldn't.
She watched the careers flock together at the knife station, taking it in turns to show off what they could do. Darcie would assume this to be a weakness, as Huxley told her not to show her strengths, but as it was careers it probably didn't matter, everyone knew they were skilled.
She saw the female tribute from district eleven hover around the spears, looking as if she was about to use one, before eying the game makers, who watched over the training, and walking away, to where the plant station was.
As she got to the station she looked around and caught Darcie's eyes, yet neither broke eye contact. She nodded respectfully at Darcie and gave her a warm smile before breaking eye contact and turning around.
Darcie observed other tributes, none seeming that interesting, some using swords, axes, knives, and other weapons.
"Darcie were you even listening to me?" Aramis questioned, a tied knot in his hand.
