The 68th Hunger Games

Training

The next day started slow Jordan woke up and sat in bed thinking about the day he was gonna have. He was gonna meet with his stylist for the parade in 2 days. Then he got out of bed and put on some casual clothes and headed out to see there was Blight but no Sarah or Budea.
"Where is everyone." Jordan questioned.
"Budea took Sarah to her stylist and your coming with me."
"That's a relief I can't stand Budea she's like a capital puppet."
"I have to agree with you there." Blight said flashing a smile. "Let's go." They got on the elevator and headed to the floor below the training center.
"After I drop you off at your stylist I have a training session with Sarah. Then when you're finished Budea will escort you down to the training center for your session." Blight said as the elevator reached the bottom. He told Jordan to exit the left back the way he came.
"Hello I'm Tigris." This lady looked insane as Jordan turned around. She had tattoos that resembled tiger stripes and surgically implanted whiskers with eyes that stared deep into your soul.
"Hi I'm Jordan." He said this trying to not acted freaked out.
"I will show you the plans for the parade tomorrow. Then we will size your proportions to get your outfit ready." The plans were a rooty bottom half and a plaid top. He looked at Sarah's gown plans and realized she was the one they were trying to show off. He had a realization no one was betting on him winning these games for 7. Sarah was jacked but gorgeous and clearly had an edge for an axe. Why would they bet on Jordan. He looked away from the plans as the sized his proportions. He left up to the training floor and met Blight.
"They don't want me to win." Jordan said as soon as he saw him. "I saw the outfits for 7 they show off Sarah not me."
"No ones betting on you?" Blight asked rhetorically. "You have the worse outfit because they are." Jordan looked at him questioning. "They want people to bet on her to. You don't need help with that." Blight said and Jordan raised his head.
"Let's practice for the games."  Blight led him to a table where he was able to choose a wide array of weapons. From hatchets to axes to spears to throwing knives.
"Train with what your most confident in." Blight said as Jordan approached the table. Jordan picked up an axe and lined up to the middle target that was 20 feet away. Jordan had played target games with his siblings all his life. He wound up and through it sideways which beheaded the dummy behind his target.
"What was that." Blight asked astonished.
"I've had lots of practice throwing axes and knives we used to play around with them all the time." Jordan responded.
"Keep that up and you could win the games." Blight said as he stepped back. "Throw the knives."
Jordan looked at the huge selection of throwing knives some small some big. Some heavy in back while others were heavy in front. Jordan took the small knife and turned around.
"The targets will light up and throw when you see a lit target." Blight said from across the room. "Go."
The first target to light up was farthest from him and Jordan threw his knife which flew way farther than expected missing the target. The next target to light up was a close one and now having the feeling of the knife hit it right in the bullseye.the next two lit up at the same time and Jordan put a knife in each hand and threw them at the same time at the targets hitting one slightly out of the bullseye and one right on the bullseye.he did this for the next minute. When he was finished he looked at his work out of 24 targets 5 missed the bullseye and the rest were nuzzled deep in the center of the targets.
"With a throw like that you could be a career." Blight said trying to break the silence.
"I can't do this. I don't want to become a monster in that arena." Jordan replied.
"Play the game don't let it play you." Blight said and Jordan was taken aback by this. "Grasp onto something you love and play for that not yourself and you won't change." Blight said staring at the targets still. "I wish I did that in my games I turned into a capital puppet but you don't have to. Don't play for the capital play for what you love."
"Ok but after this I will never again play for the fucking capital. They only care about entertainment and not what it does to the people in the games it's disgusting." Jordan said clearing getting riled up. "I'll play the damn capitals games I'll make them love me I'll fight for their entertainment but I won't be a part of their game. They don't deserve to get all these puppets to play with."
"Let me just tell you you have my bet for victor." He pulled Jordan close in a hug and whispered. "I don't want to lose any more tributes at the hand of the capital. Give em hell." They disconnected and headed back to their room where Jordan met Sarah.
"How'd your day go." Sarah questioned
"Pretty good for the circumstance."
"Same I'm just hoping that I could get more training before the games. I don't want to train with other tributes."
"Yeah I feel that, don't show them skill show all our weaknesses that pull us off their radar."
"I was planning on it"
And with that the day ended in Jordan's room with him looking up at the ceiling questioning what danger he was in for in these games.