PTS. YOU KNOW.

Her heart pounded in her chest with such force, it was a miracle it did not explode. It wasn't as if she was excited. She was more troubled with how things may come out with her training score. Perhaps, if she was to make a high score, sponsorships would help keep her alive in the games. However, a high score could cause some troublesome results. Enemies of hers could easily form and her life could end more quickly. To be honest, getting a high score really was nothing of her concern. She held no promising abilities. The District 10 girl could not wield a blade. Nevertheless, throw one. A sword was useless in her hands, therefore, so was a battle axe. Maybe a spear or a club of some sort could aid her in her battle. Improv weaponry taught her how to make such objects and she was beginning to get the "hang" of it. Being able to use clubs and spears to murder another human being, however, was a different story.

Unlike some other tributes, she'd did not look into use of weaponry. Surviving in the arena was where she aimed her training stations. Olivia visited only three locations at her time in the training center. Other than improvisational weapons, her choices included the self-defense booth as well as edible and medicinal plants. She figured she was better off surviving if she'd visit the self-defense location. It was a simple "just in case" choice. If the Gamemakers were to make her fight, Olivia thought it was better to build a strong defense rather than a superior offense. Improvisational weapons simply amazed Olivia. That and, well, she figured she could kill an animal for their meat or another tribute if need be. When it came to her best bet for surviving the Hunger Games, she thought edible and medicinal plants would be the most logical solution. First aid would have made a great addition but, being from District 10, Olivia has faced her number of injured animals. Most of the methods she learned from aiding cattle could easily be used for the human body. For this reason alone, she had chose to skip the first aid station.

Her heartbeat fasten as the door to her destination slowly begin to open. The emotion was back and, this time, with full force. It was the same feeling she felt the morning of the reaping. The very same that brought a chill to her bones when the mayor called the name of a smaller girl. The emotion she continued to encounter during her week at the Capitol. Obviously, the feeling that made her head spin was that of fear. The door to her private session was one step closer to her sure death. Her death, one she never thought would be remembered, would be broadcasted for all of Panem to observe. Of course, her rather large family was among those who will see her die. So, she suppose, it was not her death that feared her so much. It was that her family would experience it over and over again.

Anyways, her heart, one that moved at a normal rate back in District 10, had abnormal beat for the past minute. Once her name was called, however, the once rapid beat dulled to one similar of her old life. Perhaps it was because the wait for her private session was complete and she could finally get this thing over with. Maybe, Olivia was becoming more exceptive that her life would end very soon, causing her heartbeat to become normal once more. Whatever the cause for the beat of a normal heart, Olivia decided to ignore it at the moment. She must focus for her session. Inability to do so could easily result in a terrible score or may make the Gamemakers find her boring and not worthy of a life. Therefore, if she isn't incredible, it was quite possible the Gamemakers would target her for a gruesome death. One, in which, she is trying to avoid.

Her once crossed legs unfolded as she rose from her former position. Her feet moved to the door that held the Gamemakers. Taking as many steps as she wished, she observed the training room once more before she would demonstrate her abilities. She figured she could bore the Gamemakers by going on and on about the difference between poisonous plants and ones that may be consumed. Her self-defense training would be of no good use since she there was no person to defend against. She could always show them how to make a leg brace using two sticks and strong weeds. None of these ideas would do. Just before she was to lose hope on receiving a decent score, a idea came to mind.

When the Gamemakers insured it was time to behind, rather than rushing to the plants area or the one bearing first aid, her rapid moving feet carried her to the improvisational weapons area. Upon her arrival, the young lass examine the pieces of wood, testing to see which one would hold the strength of her needed weapon. This process did not take an overwhelming about of time since it seemed all the wood had been in good condition. After finding one of worthy use, to took two rocks she had found in the station and moved in the center of the room for all the Gamemakers to examine.

It was obvious what she was about to do. If any person was surprised, well, she'd be shocked as well. Testing the piece of wood against her leg once more, she laid to where it would not interfere with her work. After doing so, she took the two rocks and began harshly scrapping them against each other. Normally, the process would take about ten minutes. However, she hadn't the time to make a legit point in the smooth rock. Regarding this fact, Olivia continued to scratch the two rocks together in a rather quick motions. She would not give up until it was sharp enough to pierce the "skin" of a station dummy.

Due to her rapid movements, the rock had came to a point within four minutes. The rock was not overwhelmingly sharp. However, it was enough of a point that it would cut though the outer layer of the dummy if a large amount of force was applied. Energy she hoped to could supply. Now, that she had her arrowhead, she must find a way to strap the point to the end of the strong stick she had received. There were no ropes in improvisational weapons station in which she could fasten the arrowhead. Olivia did not think there would be any. Ropes were something one may not find in the wilderness of the Hunger Games. However, something most Hunger Games had were plants. Therefore, it was plants she would use.

Rushing to the Edible and Medical plant area, Olivia search for something she could use as a strong connect for her weapon. Examples of the plants were within the area so she figured she could use them to her aid her in her creation. A vine-like plant was spotted after a minute of searching. From the scratching of the rocks and the searching of the plant, Olivia feared she had bored the Gamemakers. Anyways, once she found the plant, her feet moved back to her location in a more rapid motion than they had since she stepped into the room. She hadn't the time to waste.

Securing the arrowhead would not take up too much time. So she assumed. Once in her life, she had seen a spear of this sort. A Peacekeeper had wielded one back when she was younger. She remembered the pattern in which the string had fasten the point. Never had she once tried to replicate it until now. Before she could wrapped the arrowhead into the stick, to took it and cut slightly into the wood so the arrowhead‘s base could have a place to sit. Unfortunately for her, the method only split the wood into halves. "Damn it," she spoke, almost forgetting that she could speak. Since her arrival at the Capitol, Olivia’s mouth had not opened much.

Her time was almost complete yet she had not accomplish anything. So, without further hesitation, Olivia moved back to the improvisational weapons area to receive yet another stick. Before she returned, however, she took not one, but three, pieces of wood. She had not wanted to waste yet another trip to any station. Tossing the sticks back to the ground, she took one and, yet again, tried to cut into the wood. These time around, the wood did not split, therefore, she used the particular piece as her spear.

The vine was rather thin. Instead of crossing the vine around the arrowhead and the top of the stick a few times, she now must wrap it around the arrow more to insure it will not fall apart on use. Because her time was slowly beginning to disappear, she was regretting of ever thinking of such an idea. If only she shown the Gamemakers basic first aid, maybe they would have given her a three. At the rate she was going, it was very possible she would be receiving a one.

Her hands were becoming tried and she was about to abandon all hope. Just then, she noticed something very important. The vine she had been using was drawing to an end and the arrowhead was as fasten as it was going to get. So, after she tied a small, tight knot into the vine, she swiftly made her way to the dummy. Knives were already embedded into the one she had chosen at random but it had not bothered her. The blades could have weaken the fabric of the dummy, perhaps making it easily for her homemade spear to piece the fabric. So, without hesitation, she pushed the spear into the dummy. At this point, Olivia was afraid the stick would break and her chances of a decent score would dissolve. However, the spear did, in fact, break the cloth of the dummy. Actually, it had done more damaged that she would have imagined. The spear was deep inside the dummy. The area in which the spear made its way though was similar to the area the lungs of a human being may be found. It the dummy were a person, it was a possibility she could have pierced a lung.

Pulling the spear out with a rather great force, she noticed the arrowhead remained. Therefore, rather than walking away from the dummies, she chosen another to pierce. It was odd that she found using a weapon could be so entertaining, This time, the dull blade made its way though the area in which the stomach would reside. Again, she released her spear from the dummy and another dummy was chosen. This time, the aimed where the heart would be. However, she believed she did not hit the area good enough to break the ribcage of a real human being. She had forgotten to take into account the sternum and the ribs that protected the heart. When she pulled her spear from the dummy, she found the arrowhead had been engulfed into the object. Rather than trying to make another, she simply stopped for the session. She figured she had gotten her point across. Olivia Bell, the young girl from District 10, could make a legit enough weapon for her survival in the Hunger Games.

I hadn’t the slightest idea on what to do. Knives were out of the question. I could not hold one correctly, let alone, throw one. Bow and arrows would be a joke. I might shoot the head of one of the Gamemakers. Actually, I might put that on my list of possible tasks. No, scratch that. I hadn’t the right to take the life of someone who is going to make my final days hell. Wait! I do have that right. Put that back on that list. No. Take it back off. Well, I am quite the wonderful actress since I have convinced many people that I am a mute. New dramatic exercise alert! Let them think that my silence mouth has made me insane. This shall be fun.

I suppose the Gamemakers must expect something wonderful from a girl from District Four. However, they will just have to be disappointed. Damn. It must be so frustrating rating all the tributes on their talents while pigging out to the incredible food the Capitol has to offer. It must suck being a Gamemaker. Well, from what I saw on television over the years, it was worse from where I was. Dead. Whoa, I meant tribute. Tribute. Just not quite dead yet.

In the back on my mind, I wonder what was going through the minds of the other careers. I sort of figured their worst problem was figuring out which target to hit rather than actually hitting one. I pushed the thought even further in the depths of my mind with the thoughts of cute puppies and pizza slices. However, with the leaving of that thought, a new one sprouted. It was quite the lovely thought. The cool sensation that come with the ocean took over my body and, for a moment, I thought I was floating away. However, when my eyes opened, I found I was in a quiet room. It was odd. I did not even notice my eyelids had shut. Or that my name had been called.

Once past the door, I notice the eyes on me. Once past those scary appearing faces, I noticed the food that had been brought it. Yum. I wish I was on the other side of this situation. Anyways, back to the Gamemakers. These people must have been awaiting me to come from the room and excite them with whatever task I shall take part in. Dumbasses must think I’m a Career. I am so ready to disappoint.

My log legs ran to the blades section. In the training center, I avoided this place, simply because I did not want to play with knives. I have seen too many fingers cut off to see my own being sliced. Once at the section, I grabbed a small knife and cut into my clothing. First, I took pieces of my pants, making them into terrible appearing shorts. I tossed the clothing aside and starting working on my shirt. I started with my sleeves. I cut into the shoulder slightly and tore the rest of the clothing off. I did the same with the other arm and threw the clothing into my growing pile and started working on my shirt once again. I cut just below my navel and begin tearing the rest of clothing from the point below. I reached to the ground and pulled one of my cut off pant legs and tied it around my waist, making the shirt rise and revel my navel. I though this might look cool. I, then, took the knife and stuck the end into the table only to see it stand for a moment then fall. My smirk appeared on my face. What will I ever do?

I moved to the medical and edible plants. I remembered this table as it was one of my most favored places because of the vibrant colored berries. I took a pair of red berries that I remembered stained my fingers on the training day. I broke the berries and allowed the red fluid to bleed onto my fingers. From there, I smeared the color on my cheeks as if I were some sort of savage. I only wish I could see my face.

The fire-making stand was my next location. I took small rocks and threw them into the middle of the training room floor until I believed I had enough. From the station, I then took some dried grass and a pair of sticks I believe would start me off a fire. I took the lovely stones and set them in a circle where I then began to rapidly cause friction between the two objects. When I began to see smoke form, I leaned into the stick and blew sweet oxygen into the beginning of the fire. Everyone should know oxygen is needed to create a fire. Like I thought would happen, a fire was started. I quickly threw the dry grass into the small flame to help the fire grow.

I got off the ground next and ran back to the blades section where I had left my cloths. After quickly grabbing the clothes, I noticed in the corner of my eye, a lovely, savage looking spear. To help aid to the illusion, I grabbed it and jogged back to the growing fire. Then. I. Dance. It was as if the room had been flooded with the bass from a few drums that only I could hear. I danced around the fire, tossing a piece of clothing into the flames every time I passed the clothing pile. My long, thin limbs moved in abnormal ways as they appeared to be punching the air around myself. I took the spear and dance with it above my head as if it were some sort of battle dance. Damn. I am weird.

I no longer wanted the spear in my hand. I looked as I danced around the fire for a dummy to toss it at. I simply wanted to look somewhat of a badass. Then, I saw it. The dummy was not too far away so I halted my awkward dancing and acted as if I were aiming my spear. I tossed the object and watched as the spear struck the shoulder of the dummy. Damn. I am weird and lucky. But only in this situation was I that second trait. Then, like the blade did earlier, I stuck, and then fell. Oh well. In situations like this, dance. So, I continued with my odd, barbarian appearing dance until I wished to stop. Then, with a little bow, I ran from the training room with a big smile on my face.