games → CATO HADLEY ✓

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Private sessions came sooner than I thought. Within two ours of breakfast and short chats, we were whisked away to our seats outside of the sessions room. I have to admit, I was pretty terrified. But I knew that Ceneca would have it all under control.

But what I think about as I sit in the waiting room, is just that. Ceneca. Would this be considered cheating in the Capitol? Or just an advantage?

"Cato Hadley, District two." A voice says over the speaker. So far, Marvel, Glimmer, and Clove have all finished their sessions, and came out of the room with looks of pure confidence. I tap my foot against the floor, and let out a loud sigh. Can't this go a little quicker?

I glimpse around the room, and my eyes land on Katniss Everdeen. She's going to get a higher score than me. But little does she know, this is rigged. Hehehe. I look over to Tristan and Tamora, and send both of them a smile. Tamora doesn't notice, but Tristan does.

"Taylor Devada, District three." I practically jump up at the sound of my name.

"Knock 'em dead, Tay," Zach grins.

"Make sure they won't forget you," Tristan adds. I take a deep breath, and nod at them, then make my way to the sessions room. I wait at the door for a moment, hesitating. But I know that I have to do this. I don't have a choice in the matter.

I open the doors, and straighten my posture as I begin to walk inside. I hide all of my nervousness behind a scowl. I glance up to the Gamemaker's and judges' balcony is.

"You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill." Ceneca says. I nod stiffly, as if I don't care, and watch Ceneca nod at me. I walk towards the axes, and pick up two.

I eye the dummy for a moment, before making a swift movement, lodging an axe into its chest. I straighten up again, then send another axe into the forhead of another dummy.

Miss a few targets so it won't look like Ceneca favors you.

The next axe I throw, ends up landing on the padded wall behind the dummy. I smirk to myself, making sure the judges don't see it. After throwing more axes, and missing a few, I decide to change my weapon.

After changing from an axe to a sword, I begin to shred the dummies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ceneca smirking, then he gestures down.

He wants me to miss a few shots.

I place the sword on the rack, and grab a few knives. I throw some, missing one for every two I hit on the target.

"Thank you, Ms. Devada." Ceneca says. I nod, then make my way out of the sessions room. As soon as I exit the doors, and let out a huge breath. It's finally over.