clever. {thg:foxface}

Chapter 7 ~ My Turn

I think today is the last day of training. I better make it useful, like maybe learn to shoot an arrow, or throw a knife... nah. I'm just not feeling it. I want to do something unique, that the other tributes didn't do yet. I need to refresh my brain for the games. I will have to see what's in the training center. By the way the training center looks, I can tell it will be a forest area, because along the outer edges of the building there is grass.

On the way to the training center, I am curious to see how Quinn won the games. Every victor has a backstory. "How did you win the games?" I ask her. She smiles. "I got through with it. I had my ups and downs." she says. "Did you kill anybody?" asks Dean, of course, he would be that one to ask that question. "Only Two. District 7 and District 4." she says. "They wanted to fight so, I gave them a fight." she laughs. I couldn't imagine her killing anyone. But, tributes change over the years.

I look around to see if there is anything I want to do. There is a table sitting in front of a large screen, so I go over to see what it is. It has plants and animals on it. I read the directions, which state: Match the dangerous threats to one another. Now this, is what I call training. I look over my shoulder and see a few people watching. "Go, FoxFace! I will be playing on the platforms behind you!" he says. I press start and the 'dangerous threats' spread across the table and screen. Now it's my turn, to show them what I'm good at. I look at the table, and I start. First, I match 2 birds up. I notice how some of these effects are from past Hunger Games. Then, nightlock berries, then firenuts, then poison ivy, tracker jackers and what not. My hands move fast, because I know most of this stuff. I notice that I am barely looking at the table, only the screen. My memory is holding the dangerous threats in my brain. I got this. After I matched all of them up, a screen tells me the names of the pictures and the causes. I already know most of them.

I wait around for a little bit. A boy is playing on the "jungle gym", but he slips and when he hits the ground and large crack comes out of his ankle. It's a horrid sound. He just lays there holding his ankle. Poor boy, and right before the games, too. Some trainers rush over and carry him to a room.

Later on when we are back at the building we are staying at, Quinn tells us we have one more training day to go, but it's private and we have to show our skills to the Gamemakers. Great. Just what I needed. I think I have a brilliant plan. It may not be good for the Gamemakers, but it could have an affect on the other tributes.

Basically, if I could find a way to get a low score, the other tributes may feel bad for me. I shall be that scared girl, who has no skills. In fact, a past victor pulled this off and she ended up winning. I can do this. "Hey Quinn, do you think what I was doing earlier would get me a low score?" I ask. "Maybe, why?" She asks. "I was just wandering..."