𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 ° finnick odair ¹

8

The elevator ride down to the training center was mostly silent, the two tributes riding down alone. After breakfast, Finnick had left, going places only he knows.

Adrienne didn't think much about it as her and Vern made there way into the center, where only a few tributes were; both tributes from Districts One and Two, the twelve year old from Five, and two fifteen year olds, one from Seven and the other from Twelve.

The blonde met the eyes of the District One career, who seemed to be glaring at her for a while before she looked over. The boy snarled slightly before turning to his district partner, his arms crossed over his chest.

Deciding to ignore him, Adrienne smacked the brown haired boy next to her lightly on his arm. When Vern turned to face her, she nodded towards the platform where the sword training was being held.

"Spar me." She said, not giving him time to answer before starting to walk over. Leaving him no other choice, Vern sighed and followed her.

The two of them spent the next few hours dueling back and forth, each quickly learning the best moves and defenses. Vern showed her the proper way to hold the blade, which the girl picked up fairly quickly. To say she was rusty at first was a bit too kind; she almost dropped the sword when hers clashed against Vern's.

The day passed by quickly and, before she knew it, Adrienne was one of the last few tributes in the center. After she watched the last of the tributes leave, she glanced around her before making her way over to where the spears were.

She trailed her fingers over the cool metal before picking it up, the weapon lightweight and durable as she spun it around. Adrienne approached the control panel and tapped a few buttons before a few holograms appeared, running back and forth.

She watched closely as the figures ran back and forth, following the same path over and over again. The girl didn't wait long before she launched the spear, the weapon impaling all four screens before they crumbled away, the floor now empty.

Sighing, Adrienne was about to walk away when a slow clapping was heard behind her. Turning around, she was met with an older man, maybe middle twenties, leaning against one of the walls. His blonde hair was a little longer and he had an impresses look on his face.

"Now, that there is a winner if I've ever seen one." He said, pointing at the blonde girl as he stood straight, making his way over to her. "You've got skill, kid."

"Thanks, I guess." The girl said, walking over to pick up her spear. "Aren't you a little old to be in the Games?"

The stranger chuckled lightly. "Sassy one, aren't we? Who says I'm not a Gamemaker?"

Her eyes scanned his wardrobe, which was a simple grey shirt and black pants, with a too big jacket over his shoulders. Adrienne met the eyes of the man again. "You're not dressed nice enough; you're not from the Capital."

"Clever, I see."

"Just observant."

"Which will serve you well." The man said, nodding his head at the girl's comment. "Haymitch Abernathy. Mentor to District 12."

The blonde girl gave him a small smile. "Adri-"

"Adrienne Sallow. District Four." Haymitch interrupted her, a smug look on his face. "I know who you are."

"A fan, are we?"

He chuckled. "I'm sure Mr. Odair briefed you on the other tributes; I've done the same with mine. It's my job to know anyone and everyone in these Games."

"Kind of creepy, if you ask me."

"Hey, no one likes a smart ass."

Adrienne smirked at the man teasingly. "No, but you do."

A small smile made its way to Haymitch's face as he chuckled lowly. After a few seconds, he nodded towards the elevators. "Center's closed, kid. Get outta here."

Without another word, Adrienne placed the spear back on the rack before walking over to the elevators, throwing a thumb's up to Haymitch over her shoulder. "Good talk!" She called out. All she heard in reply was a soft laughing from the mentor.