The 100th Hunger Games

Training

Anisa Nyv's POV (D7)
Other tributes and I are sent to the Training Center. A woman there tells us the rules.
1. No practicing on other tributes.
2. You shouldn't show your skill, so other tributes might not find a way to kill you.
I decided to learn how to make a snare. There was another tribute there, a boy with the initials MS on his uniform. He seemed to be working hard at everything he did. He'll be a tough competitor. I finished my snare. I walked to the poison station. I memorized different poisons. A few hours later, we were dismissed. I found Samuel and we went to our rooms.
Daniel Breyer's POV (D5)
I noticed Riane in the Training Center. She was at the poisons station. She's really smart. I walked over to her and whispered, "Hey." She turned and smiled. "Hey." I said, "You're really good at identifying poisons. Might be handy in the arena." She blushes and responds, "Thank you. Want to be allies?" Wow... she asked me? "Sure, if my sister Cassidy can be safe too." Riane nods and gestures to a girl spearing a dummy. "My sister, Lianne, is in the alliance too." She turned back to the poisons. Better train. I walked to the mace station.
Peter Ekan's POV (D3)
I guide Pietra to the snare station. "Practice. I'll be at the sword station." She nods and I go to the sword station. The man there instructs, "Choose a sword that is up to your knee." I grab a sword and it is, surprisingly, the right size. I swung it and stabbed a dummy. It hit the neck. "Very good. Now try slicing the dummy." I swing the sword and it neatly decapitates the dummy. "Well done! Have you used a sword before?" I shake my head. "But when I was little, my friends and I pretended to fight with sticks." He nods and points to the main area. "Why don't you try something else? You have about 30 minutes left." I nod and walk to the knot tying station. Half an hour later, Pietra walks over to me and whispers, "Peter? It's time to go."
Viola Grayson's POV (D6)
Dad and I are at the camouflage station. I chose to paint dirt and grass on my arm, and Dad chose to paint stone. We finish, and the trainer there nods her approval. She hands us wipes, and we clean our arms. We learn lots of new things, and the session passes like a breeze. I flop on my bed, and Dad flicks on the TV. We anticipate the interviews tomorrow.

Spoiler. Do not scroll if you don't like spoilers.

Anisa is like Foxface. Know poisons but still get killed by it.