Post by Seryna on Jan 9, 2015 14:51:58 GMT -5
The tributes were met by their mentors the next day after arriving in the Capital. The tributes from district ten were met by Gosling, bedecked in a leather jerkin and comfortable pants that could be the training outfits in an older Game. The children were presented with black and gray training outfits, one piece jumpsuits that were tailored to fit attractively on their frames.
"Where would you like to go first?" Gosling inquired as they descended the elevator by themselves, a few moments of privacy before they met the other tributes. "I was informed that there will be a new mandatory class for you to attend. Something about a new sort of building that will be in the arena."
She glances between her two tributes, her eyes searching for similarities to Peyton. It was a vulnerability, of course. Hoping that they were similar enough to Peyton to win as he had, when that was impossible. The arena would be different. The tributes would be different. But hopefully they would be able to have two victors... Too many children had lost siblings in the Games. Before her mind went down to the Clay, Woodward and Colton families, she continued.
"You did well at the parade, Hadley." She stated, sincere in her praise. "I don't think any one has seen a bit of trick riding like that outside of ten. "
It was a bit of a sore point for her not thinking of it to help her past tributes, but no tribute would be like Hadley or Billie. A mediocre showing simply to show the skill of the district could make it into a cliche. Perhaps even have lessened the impact that the North siblings had made.
The elevator reaches the floor and opens with a mechanical whirring noise. Beyond the gleaming metal doors, the doors to the training room stands open. The tributes are filing into the training room- Davena and Silas in a tight cluster, the pack of district one and two leading the way with a loose limbed confidence and all except Comet - predatory smiles. Pairs of Peace Keepers stand against the walls, watching the tributes behind black visors.
You spot young Silas - the youngest tribute at age twelve as he surveys the closest station to the door. The district three tribute looks anxiously around the large room. Silas glances at the survival stations - one set up for learning snares, another for identifying plants. He pauses at the station where a lean, dark haired man stares at the passing tributes.
Silas leans forward and smiles a winsome smile, showing an angelic face. "Is this where you show me to hide from the buffoons?" He whispers loudly, poking a finger at the career pack.
The man chuckles and leans in, stage whispering as though in a conspiracy.
"That it is, son. I suggest looking like something dark and plain, like a rock. Those folks are distracted by anything shiny."
Silas surveys the careers and nods, adding. "Of course they are! Look, they found a pokey thing. What a shock."
Davena pauses beside Silas, her auburn red hair taking a reddish hue under the bright light. She places a hand on Silas' arm in a familiar way and Silas leans into her, listening as she murmurs something quietly.
"Think they are learning new ways of killing or trying to display their skill to intimidate us?"
Ela wonders aloud as she also watches the career pack stride up to the weapon stations. There were many this year - including a new station. The fire arms station displayed air powered guns such as paint markers to practice with. An instructor at the fire arms station was shooting at a round target some distance away with a high powered air pistol, leaving puffs of some kind of dart gathered at the ten point mark.
"Where would you like to go first?" Gosling inquired as they descended the elevator by themselves, a few moments of privacy before they met the other tributes. "I was informed that there will be a new mandatory class for you to attend. Something about a new sort of building that will be in the arena."
She glances between her two tributes, her eyes searching for similarities to Peyton. It was a vulnerability, of course. Hoping that they were similar enough to Peyton to win as he had, when that was impossible. The arena would be different. The tributes would be different. But hopefully they would be able to have two victors... Too many children had lost siblings in the Games. Before her mind went down to the Clay, Woodward and Colton families, she continued.
"You did well at the parade, Hadley." She stated, sincere in her praise. "I don't think any one has seen a bit of trick riding like that outside of ten. "
It was a bit of a sore point for her not thinking of it to help her past tributes, but no tribute would be like Hadley or Billie. A mediocre showing simply to show the skill of the district could make it into a cliche. Perhaps even have lessened the impact that the North siblings had made.
The elevator reaches the floor and opens with a mechanical whirring noise. Beyond the gleaming metal doors, the doors to the training room stands open. The tributes are filing into the training room- Davena and Silas in a tight cluster, the pack of district one and two leading the way with a loose limbed confidence and all except Comet - predatory smiles. Pairs of Peace Keepers stand against the walls, watching the tributes behind black visors.
You spot young Silas - the youngest tribute at age twelve as he surveys the closest station to the door. The district three tribute looks anxiously around the large room. Silas glances at the survival stations - one set up for learning snares, another for identifying plants. He pauses at the station where a lean, dark haired man stares at the passing tributes.
Silas leans forward and smiles a winsome smile, showing an angelic face. "Is this where you show me to hide from the buffoons?" He whispers loudly, poking a finger at the career pack.
The man chuckles and leans in, stage whispering as though in a conspiracy.
"That it is, son. I suggest looking like something dark and plain, like a rock. Those folks are distracted by anything shiny."
Silas surveys the careers and nods, adding. "Of course they are! Look, they found a pokey thing. What a shock."
Davena pauses beside Silas, her auburn red hair taking a reddish hue under the bright light. She places a hand on Silas' arm in a familiar way and Silas leans into her, listening as she murmurs something quietly.
"Think they are learning new ways of killing or trying to display their skill to intimidate us?"
Ela wonders aloud as she also watches the career pack stride up to the weapon stations. There were many this year - including a new station. The fire arms station displayed air powered guns such as paint markers to practice with. An instructor at the fire arms station was shooting at a round target some distance away with a high powered air pistol, leaving puffs of some kind of dart gathered at the ten point mark.