oh, how she wishes
she could just be
who she once was
again...
PRE HUNGER GAMES - MOCKINGJAY
FEMALE OC X MALE OC
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training centre, two years prior
The idea of being shoved into an enclosed space, merely days away from when they'll all be forced to fight to the death, sends a shiver up Arella's spine. There's a weariness that has washed over the room, several of the tributes flicking their gaze from one person to another in fear. She does her best to not look at any of them, today is all about learning things that will help her in the Arena — she doesn't need their attention.
Malcolm is standing to her left, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding the eyes of others as best as he can. He'd practically attached himself to her side when they left their floor this morning, seeking out the comfort of her presence and happily following her lead in the meantime. It's almost as if Arella has gained a shadow, the boy seemingly too frightened to wander off on his own at the moment. She doesn't mind so much, if this is terrifying for her she can only imagine how it must feel for him.
"In two weeks, twenty three of you will be dead, one of you will be alive. Who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next couple of days. There are a few rules. Firstly, no fighting with each other, there will be plenty of time for that when you get into the Arena," The woman before them speaks, acting as if sending children off to their death is a natural thing.
Arella feels Malcolm move a little closer to her, his body tense as the woman's words begin to properly sink in.
"There are four compulsory exercises and the rest will be individual training. Make sure to not ignore the survival skills, more than half of you will likely die due to natural causes — infection, dehydration. They kill just as easy,"
They're all dismissed, sent off to go and do whatever they please to start the day. It is safe to say that Arella has absolutely no idea where to start, the weapons looking rather menacing in their respective stations. Malcolm hasn't moved yet either, unsure of what skills would best suit him at this moment. It's then that Arella decides to start off lightly, the survival skills a less harrowing alternative.
"How about we go learn to start a fire, yeah?" Arella says quietly, looking down at Malcolm who nods his head in response. The District Five duo make their way over to the empty station, most of the tributes deciding that it would be better to start with weapons.
Arella sits down on the floor across from the instructor, Malcolm taking the spot beside her. The man is still setting things up so he tells them he'll be with them in a moment, grabbing some of the sticks and other materials that may be found in the arena. It's not a particularly hard task but as the time trails on, Arella finds herself growing more and more confident with starting her own fires. It's the little intricacies of it that are more challenging, where to place her hands and how to rotate the stick so that it actually catches alight.
