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Chapter Four: Better Prepare

Alex POV
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I finish training with Jack fairly quickly, and we get along pretty well. I learn that he has an older brother and mother waiting back home for him. His brother apparently won the 87th Hunger Games a while back, so his family lives in Victors Village. The richest  part of every district. We hear a gong, signaling training time is up. We set down our swords and all 24 of us are directed into private styling rooms. A man, probably in his early 20s comes in and introduces his himself as "Ike." He says he's my personal stylist, and is here to get Ali and I ready for the Tribute Parade. Ali is currently with her stylist, Aurora. He simply tells me to go back to my floor, and he just needs measurements for the Tribute Parade outfits. I shrug it off, and make my way over to the elevator. It's about to shut, but someone stops it so that I can make it in. I immediately recognize her as the district 5 female. Kendley. I met her out in the woods when i was probably 7. She slipped out of district 5 borders at the same time I did, and after hunting and hiking, we met. You don't see other district civilians often. She looks shocked, blinking a couple times to assure herself she's not dreaming. "Alex?" She asks, still wide-eyed. There's a long pause, but after a short while, I nod. She clearly doesn't believe this, and just responds to this by hugging me. It lasts a couple moments, after all, good hunting partners are hard to find. She drops me off on my floor, since its on the way to hers, and I wish her luck in the games. Who knows when I'll see her again.

Eshan POV
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I guaranty you I'm the smartest person here. Ehhh, that's the case for most years in the Hunger Games. District Three is just naturally smart. I'm working at a table near the fenced off entrance. There's a variety of different wires, bolts, and metallic objects, designed for making you own weapon in the arena out of supplies you scavenge. I'm with my district partner, Reagan. To be completely honest, I'm a little jealous. What if Reagan kills me?? She definitely could if she wanted too. She knows how to make a strong electrical shock, that could be deadly to even the careers. The careers. I immediately turn my attention to them. Their in a small circle, eyeing each tribute, checking out what everyone can and cant do. When they turn to Reagan and me, I quickly start focusing on the tectological advancements in front of me. Holograms, copper wires, small practice blades, pretty much anything you need to design your own weapon. I start piling different objects on top of one another, until it forms a weapon. A chainsaw. Dangerously useful. I take it apart and build it again, so I can get used to building it. But before I can finish, a gong sounds. Signaling training time is up.