Hunger Games: YouTuber edition

Eight

No POV

The next week of training was all about learning survival techniques and building up strength for the games. Everyone mainly focused on how to make food, how to build a fire, all the basic survival techniques before deciding to exercise. Dan and Phil actually worked together, even Bob and Wade participated. Even though they didn't want to fight, they did want to survive the games. The next half of the week each of the tributes spent exercising.
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It was the last day of training before preparation for the games, including being interviewed on the Caesar Flickerman show. Tonight, however, they would go into the training area one person at a time so they could show off their skills and be judged for their performance.

Jack

The entire group was waiting in a small room. Suddenly, they jolted as they heard a woman's voice come across a speaker.

"District 2, Sean McCloughlin, to the training area please."

Jack looked around, noticing everybody looking at him. He was the first to go out there, he didn't want to be. But he knew he had no choice.

He then slowly stood up before somebody grabbed his arm.

"Good luck..." Mark mumbled to him.

Jack nodded before heading out the doors and into the training area.

He noticed glass windows with a crowd of guests, supposedly sponsors, talking amongst one another. They then stopped as he approached them.

"Sean McCloughlin, District 2" he announced.

Silence filled the room as he grabbed his weapon, which were pocket knives, from the wall of weapons. He then took the first knife, did a quick spin and launched the knives right at the target in the shape of a person, hitting it right in the head.

He could suddenly hear some laughter from the people in the room. He looked up as he saw the sponsors conversing with each other, as if they didn't care about what he was doing. Jack wanted to say something, but decided not to and he continued, as if they were actually watching.

Jack saw a mannequin that was built up by what looked like hay, he threw one of the knives at the head of the mannequin, actually decapitating it. He smirked a smile. Although he could still hear the mumbling from the room, he didn't really care.

He then took the final pocket knife and went back to the target. He flung one more knife at the chest area before finishing up.

He then looked at the crowd of people, still talking amongst themselves. He wanted to say he was done or something, but instead he walked off.

As the doors opened, Signe was there waiting for him.

"How'd it go?" She asked.
"They didn't even pay attention to me." Jack said. "I'll probably get a low score because they were being assholes."
"You won't, believe me." Signe said. "Some of them actually have eyes in the back of their heads and were watching."
"I should've said something." Jack said.
"Believe me, I'm glad you didn't," Signe said, "The sponsors hate that."

Jack wanted to say other things, but he didn't. He was only focusing on what they would give him as a score at this point.
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No POV

"Good evening Panem," Caesar announced, "Tonight, all of our tributes have individually performed their skills in front of members of the Capitol and their sponsors."