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It was early when Quinn made his way to the training stations, leaving Jordan long behind as she continued to chase after sleep even in the early hours of the morning.
He knew the new game-maker would create all kinds of things for the tributes, having to come in after Seneca Crane's demise proving to be nothing short of difficult.
The hologram training gave him a sense of realism. A sense that it was really happening, and he would truly wake up in the arena in a matter of days.
Taking a sharp breath, Quinn walked up to the weapons stands, softly grazing his fingers over the metals.
He had used anything he could get his hands on during his games. Whether it was a knife he stole from a corpse, or an axe he pried from a scared child's hands, it didn't matter. But now he had a choice, a choice to pick whatever he pleased.
His hand hovered over the knives, but the glistening steel from across the room caught his eyes.
Quinn felt a smile come to his face, walking over to the bow and set of arrows with a sense of familiarity. He had remembered coming across a bow during the first week, having stole it from a corpse in the bloodbath before hiding in the woods. Later that week he had found a boy with knives, shooting him in the back and trading the arrows for the smaller weapons.
He tilted his head as he felt the weight of the object in his hand, resting his palm in the grip of the bow.
With a final nod he entered the simulation, studying one of the silver arrows intently. However, the peaceful expression was quickly erased as a flash of orange rushed toward him.
He seethed the arrow, pulling back quickly and firing, turning on his heel as another hologram charged at him.
He fired arrows for what felt like hours, all too aware of the blood on his finger tips from pulling on the bowstring with such carelessness.
Finally, the holograms stopped charging at him, sweat dripping from his body as he left the simulation room, hanging the bow back on the rack.
"You're almost as good as Katniss."
Quinn turned at the kind voice, seeing Peeta offering a friendly smile.
"That's saying something since Quinn isn't good at much."
The Five victor gave a tired chuckle, his cold eyes training in on Gloss as his sister laughed from beside him.
"Good at selling out, though." Cashmere winked at the boy, not flinching when Quinn lunged at her.
"Hey! Hey!"
Johanna and Jordan both ran over to the boy, both women recognizing the rage in his eyes.
"He isn't worth it," Jordan hissed.
"Q, let's go. I said let's go." Johanna roughly shoved the boy's shoulder, nodding for him to spar with her.
