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- Before he had been called back to his room, Calcifer had seen the faint blush upon Skye's cheeks, which made him blink yet again. After he said goodbye to her, he frowned as he left the training room and followed after his stylist, and only then did he notice that his heart was fluttering like the beats of a humming bird's wings. Surprised, Calcifer stared down at the ground as he trailed behind his stylist, who was much, much shorter than he was.. The stylist must be at least five seven, over a foot shorter than him.. Heh, looks like Calcifer towered over everyone.
Sighing under his breath, Calcifer strode into his room, where his stylist and mentor started talking to him about the scoring.. They told him that he should use the ax since he is the best at that and one of those heavy, at least four hundred pound metal balls to toss. Calcifer could lift more than that definatly, having a District record of eight hundred on a home-made bench press.. Maybe he could get the heavier load.. Just to impress the Capitol people, or whoever will be scoring him. The entire time that his mentor and stylist were talking to him, Calcifer was thinking about Skye, feeling his heart ache as the seconds ticked by...
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Calcifer had been up well before dawn, unable to go back to sleep. His brief dream, which had ended only moments ago, had been of Skye.. It had been going perfect, until it came to the Games.. Calcifer knew that one of them would have to die.. Or both of them would... The thought of it made his gut twist sickeningly, making him frown even more. His mentor immediately noticed Calcifer's down mood and asked him what was wrong, and Calcifer knew that he couldn't tell the truth, so he came up with a lie...
"I'm.. nervous about the scoring.. Can I go train some more? Alone? I need to.. be alone to focus clearly.." He spoke in a low tone, and when his mentor and stylist agreed, he let out a breath of relief. He was hoping more to see Skye.. But he could train a bit more as well, just to make sure that his mentor and stylist didn't catch him lying to them.
After eating the small meal that was given to him, and downing down a cup of coffee, Calcifer strode out of his room and walked down to where the training room was, and he was relieved to see that it was empty.. Everything was at his disposal to use. Seeing that Skye wasn't there, he frowned a bit, sighing as he strode into the training room and went to the station with the axes. He took one, then chucked it at one of the targets. His aim was precise, and his skill with the ax itself was at an adept level... He didn't need to train.. He just wanted to see Skye again.. Tomorrow they would be in the arena...

