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"Well don't make friends with the wrong people either. Protecting the weak only makes you end up dead." Belle pointed out. "Admittedly you are good. Keep it up and you may have allies." She raised her eyebrow suggestively. She threw another spear and hit the neck. "So what's your name, two?" She asked, brandishing another spear. She was curious despite herself. She was thinking maybe she would get no allies, but that was foolish. Her trainers taught her that.

Eli hated this. He trained hard, but he always seemed to fail. He watched a girl get knocked off the hammers, and decided to try it. He glanced at her apologetically, and started to jump from bench to bench. He passed two, four, eight, until he passed all ten. He laughed. He couldn't help it. It wasn't from being happy though. It was cruelly ironic that he was only good at running. Run away. He would be killed by weather, or maybe he would be killed by rabid cougars or stung by Tracker Jackers. Sorry mom. He hoped she would be able to live on. He just went to the survival skills. Maybe he could outlive them.

Sevilen felt the air knocked out of her. She coughed, fighting for it back. Her eyes were closed as she struggled up, only for her head to hit something. There hadn't been something there before. Was there? She opened her eyes, blinking as she saw a boy. He was from... She thought back to the parade. Ugh. She could only think of that horrible tree costume. She took his hand thankfully, coughing again. At last she had enough air she managed to wheeze "Thanks." She kept her eyes fixed on him, afraid he might be trying to trick her. If forty one tributes wanted her dead, what were the chances he would be nice?

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Dhiren smirked when she said that he was good, he knew that already, though he fouund it amusing that she had finally admitted it. "My name is Dihren." He said, a proud look on his face, as if he was proud of himself. Of course he was always proud of himself. He was like that- vain and proud. Maybe that wasn't always a good thing, but it made him more of a fighter, and with that, that was a good tool to have while you were in the games. As long as you could fight, you could make it in the games.

Brook finally stopped practicing with the knives, and decided that she would go and check out and see some other section. She decided that she would go and see a person about posionious and eitable leaves and plants. She didn'y know much about that kind of thing, and so she figured that it would probably be best to try and figure it out. Since it would probably come in handy while she was in the arena. She began to pick through them, with the intructor telling her which each plant was, and if they were poison or not.

"No problem," Cliff said. She seemed to have a bit of mistrusting on her face, though he could understand that of course, why would you trust anyone in this place? It was clear that everyone wanted to kill you, and with that trust was probably one of the things that you would never see in a place like this. "I am Cliff," he decided to introduce himself. "District ten." He said trying to smile but finding it hard to do so. If he was going to try and make allies, he would have to act tough, not weak.

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Belle nodded slowly. "Interesting name." She said slowly. "Belle Gibbet." She smirked. Even her name was made for The Hunger Games. "And yes, someone will end up being hanged this year. You think I should break their neck or let them choke?" She gave a rather sadistic smile, as if she was imaging someone choking, which in fact she was. She cracked her knuckles and stretched. "I think I'm going over to the knots. I've tired of hitting it so many times."

Eli watched a District twelve girl on the plants station. There was a pad with a large screen above where you had to pick out the poison plants. Her fingers flew across as she hit them, but he went for the shelter tips. He was given some rope and logs, which he dragged towards a corner and propped up, twisting the rope around it. It was messy, not quite the best. He sighed, trying the camouflage instead. He was able to make himself look like a rock, but that was pretty much it.

Sevilen blinked, her silver eyes not leaving him. "Sevilen. District Eleven." She said simply in a blunt tone. Most tributes from eleven were dark skinned, but Sevilen looked as if she could be from District Twelve. She rubbed her sore side, feeling a bruise form under her dark training pants. She wished that they would be pulled out for interviews soon, though she had no clue what she would do. Sweet and innocent? Brave and powerful? Play on the tragic story she knew they would pull out. She could practically see the screens flashing her sister's death.

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"Choke for sure. Breaking someone's neck is far to easy and quick on them." Dhiren said with a chucke. When he heard what she said about going to knots, his eyes narrowed. "Knots? I don't think there's any need to be doing something like that. Unless you plan to be climbing trees all the time I would rather not have anything to do with knotting, or tieing, or whatever the sort. I think it's best to show the others your strengths, make them fear you so when you're in the arena they know that you're an enemy and you're not to be messed with." He snorted with his opinion. That was what he really did believe, that fear controled them all.

[[ Can't think of anything for Brook. O.o ]]

"Oh District eleven, you're from the outskirts to than, huh?" Cliff knew that 10, 11, and 12 were the most frowned on of all the districts. Probably because they were the ones that weren't closer to the capitol. But why did that matter? He didn't know, but at the same time he didn't even really want to know. "I guess you're not excited for this either than.. The games I mean." He really did hate the games with a burning passion. He only wished that they would come to an end and there would be no more of them. He doubted they would stop though. The capitol loved rubbing it in the face of the districts how much power they had over them.

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Belle smirked. "You're going to die, thinking like that. You need to know the weaknesses of others too." She pointed out. "See the boy over there?" She pointed to unsuspecting Eli. "He's only good at running. How best to kill him? Corner him. You get him up a tree and one spear later you have a cannon going off." Her wicked smile only grew wider. "And that boy by the girl from eleven... He's one of those game haters. I bet my life on it. Promise rebellion. Have him join us and you can slit his throat when he sleeps." Belle made the cutting motion across her neck.

(Well now I can't think of anything for Eli. >_< It's like it spreads like the flu.)

Sevilen rolled her eyes. "Haven't heard of anyone in those who weren't in the outskirts." She crossed her arms and leaned on the padded wall. "And why would I be? The stupid games tore my family apart after my sister was taken in the ninety second Games. My sisters are going to be mentally unstable after they see me die. All for some stupid game." She wrung her hands until her knuckles were a pearly white. "If I could I'd shoot every one of those-" She made fists and knocked over a weight rack, which fell with a clatter. She closed her eyes, a pained look on her face.

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