Background really quick, so Imma explain the backstory.
So a conductor girl from District 6, Allison, and a butcher boy of District 10, Jaxon, were picked for the 89th Annual Hunger Games, along with the other 22 tributes.
The Games have already started*
*3,5,9, and 11 have lost all their tributes
*It has been a week since the Games have began
*1,2,12,10, and 6 have only one tribute left
*4,7, and 8 have all their tributes still
We are following Allison and Jaxon's story...hope you like!!!
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Allison P.O.V.
Okay...where are you cowboy?
I've been looking for Jaxon since the third day of the Games. Since then, I have been able to recover a backpack, a water canteen, a bag of dried meat, four throwing knives, a sicle sent from the Capitol, three dead rabbits, the Capitol package, and an extra jacket. But I needed protection from the other Districts, and finding Jaxon is how I'm going to survive...for now, at the very least.
I stumbled into a small clearing in the forest and heard a loud yell further in front of me. I grabbed my sicle and walked into the forest.
A normal person would probably think, 'hey, it could be a trap, by the Careers most likely' but my persona that I was giving was insane. Make the choice against your own instincts unless you know it would kill you if you chose it. I had to act like the Games was just that, a game that I would play during lunch in the train station back in District 6. I had to gain sponsors, so I had to gain the audience's attention first. Not insane where people think I'll become a cannibal like that other one, years ago. No, I needed to act silly in not-silly situations. Like once in the beginning at the Cornucopia, one of the District 3 tributes had a knife to my neck. It was obvious he didn't know how to use it, but he tried.
"Give me your backpack!" The District 3 male commanded, weakly.
"Okay, that knife is a little to sharp for my own safety and comfort right now, and you don't know how to use it being the little geeky computer nerd you are, so I'll just take it off your hands." I smiled at him. Despite the chaos and bloodshed going on around us, no one seemed to find us as a threat. I booped his nose with my finger and ruthlessly grabbed the knife from his hand, kicking him to the ground. "Thanks, Nerd!" I yelled over the first cannon shot, running off into the forest as fast as I could at this point.
Like I said...insane.
I continued into the forest until I saw a boy hanging from one foot. Freckles sprinkled his nose and his uncut brown hair hung off his forehead.
"Hey uh...little help, Train?"
"Are we astablishing nicknames now?" He shrugged and nodded his head and shook his whole body. "Okay then, Cowboy. How did you get in this mess?"
"You're not going to help me down?"
"Not until I know I can trust you..." I cracked a smile and walked to the hanging Cowboy. I booped his nose and looked under him. A silver bow and a quiver of 9 arrows spilled out on the dirt. I picked them up and aimed at the rope connected to the tree, and fired. I missed it by a few inches, though.
"Do you know how to use that?"
"You ask a lot of questions for someone who is supposed to kill animals for a living." I reached down and grabbed a second arrow and fired, hitting the rope this time and dropping him to the ground with a thud.
"Thanks..."
"My pleasure." He sat up and untied the knot and grabbed his bearings under him.
"Jaxon." He outstretched his hand and I cocked an eyebrow. "Mase. Jaxon Mase." I reached his hand and shook it firmly.
"Allison Barnes." We stood there for a while, listening to the sounds of the fake nature in the Arena. A few moments past, he retracts his hand and puts his hands on his hips.
"Aren't you the Insane Train?"
