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Zoa Wellington - 17 - District 9
Toby Knight - 18 - District 9
Walking into the Training Center for the first time was daunting. I felt like everyone was watching me. They weren't of course as (like me) they were all absorbed by their own thought, feelings, and plans for the Games. Toby and I were going with Gail's plans, don't show our strengths to the other Tributes, not on the first day.
"Make sure you cover basic survival techniques before moving on to weapons." She said. So Toby and I focused on the camouflage, plants, rope, and fire making stations. I noticed the tributes from 10 ahead of us working on camouflage. The girl walked up to us.
"Um, hi. I'm Deena from 10," she said softly.
"I'm Zoa, and this is Toby," I replied. "Are you thinking about an alliance?" I took a chance asking her this, but what other reason could she have for coming over? I saw Toby giving me a look, but ignored him. Deena looked surprised.
"Er, yes, is that okay with you?" She responded uncertainly. I nodded.
"That's fine." I said, smiling a little. She smiled back.
"Thanks, so, I'll see you." She walked back to her partner.
"Well," I leaned over the plant I had been studying. "Looks like we have allies." Toby raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe," he muttered. I waited for him to continue. "None of us are really allies, Zoa. Not even District partners, in the end."
"Of course we are!"
He shifted in his seat to look at me in the eyes. "If it were between the two of us in the end, would you hesitate to kill me?" I stared at the plant again, trying to find an answer. Would I? Could I hurt, much less kill, anyone?
"I don't know." I sighed.
"I do. I wouldn't. I know that's horrible of me, but I have a family at home. I can't afford feelings here." I felt tears in my eyes. I didn't blame him, but it still hurt.
"Don't worry, Zoa. I'm not going to kill you here.The chances of us in that circumstance are a million to one. I'm glad we have allies, just remember, they're looking out for themselves in the end. As we all should." He turned to his poisonous plant guide, leaving me thinking over what he said.
My own expertise in weapons was slim. In District 9, the only things close to being a weapons were scythes and other reaping tools for grain. Even then, most of the reaping was done by machine. Toby had more knowledge in them, being on the fields more than I. So in private training with Gail and Toby, he taught me how to handle a scythe. I found it easier to use than I had first thought, and I quickly learned, with Gail's help, how to wield it as a weapon. Toby felt more comfortable with a sword, which I tried, but found them too heavy. Dummy after dummy Toby and I destroyed, readying ourselves for the session with the Game Makers. Gail seemed quite pleased with us after our lessons, even optimistic.
"Perhaps you have a greater chance than I thought," she murmured.
It seemed like hours, waiting for all the tributes to take their turn with the Game Makers. I sat next to Toby, my hands fidgeting. Finally my turn came and I took those few steps into the Training Center, for the last time, to be judged on the little prowess I had managed in the last few days.
"Zoa Wellington, District 9." I called to the people in the balcony. Most ignored me, probably bored from the many tributes they had to watch. I approached the plant station and proceeded to name all the poisonous and non-poisonous plants. I only missed a few. After that I proceeded to take the scythe – that had apparently been lain out for me specifically – and asked one of the trainers to fight me. He looked rather surprised but assented. Getting into position, he swung his own long staff at me and I blocked with the staff section of the scythe, twisting around and knocking the trainer on his feet. That little move Yuri suggested one time. How he knew it, I have never known. I placed the sharp end of my weapon at his neck, almost cutting him. I glanced up at the Game Makers. The majority were still ignoring me, although one or two more had joined the original witnesses.
Annoyed, I helped the trainer up and asked him to come at me again. He agreed more readily this time, which meant he was either angry or excited. He charged at me, swinging his staff with more ferocity (apparently it was anger). I ducked, rolling away from the blow. I had always been dexterous and this helped me here, as I used the scythe to help me up, and then clamber onto his back, again using the scythe, but this time as a strangle hold. I wasn't that strong, though, and he very quickly threw me off. I used the curved end of the scythe to knock him off his feet again, before he brought the staff down on my head. He landed on his back with a thud. I sighed, looking back up at the Game Makers. More had joined the others watching me. I stood up and walked over to the trainer, again helping him to his feet. I thanked him, and he strode back to join the others standing by the walls. As my time was now up, I simply bowed to the Game Makers (I didn't know what else to do) and left the room, hoping what had happened was enough for a good score.
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