Quint (In the Mines)

Quint:District 12

I rolled my eyes. I didn't have time for this. I had to get to the point and fast.
"Technically, you never agreed, but as I'm the one with the info to rat you out and you being the one who is following me, I think I'm in charge here, don't you think?" I look away and walk to and fro around the room. I add more.
"And secondly, you chose to be here. You chose to follow me. After all I did to you. After I bothered you. After I threatened you. You still came and followed me. So this is your ownfault."
I sit and lay back on my ripped and dusty brown coach. I motion for her to sit down if she would like. I then ignore her choice, not really paying attention to her, but the paper I hold.
Written on the paper, in bold text was one of the most powerful words in my terminology: THE HUNGER GAMES
"Let's get down to business, shall we?"

Quint:District 12

"No" was all she said. I look at her and then look back at the paper in my hand.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I don't think you have a choice." I say calmly. I don't want to be this cruel, but I know it is necessary. I stand up and cross my arms just like she did.

I am enslaved in silence. My mind stops blankly. I can't think. I don't know what to do. I run my hand through my brown hair. I put my hands in my pockets and begin to walk around the room again. It was a habit of mine from long ago when I was a child. My father would do it. Back when he was alive.

I had to convince her that I was a good guy. I had to dig deep into her soul and tell her that I'm okay and that she can trust me. But the more she resists, the more cruel I sound. Now I had speak up and tell her. I have to tell my story, but first I had to hear hers.

"Do you have a family?"

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"Yes" she answered. Okay, so I got her to talk. That's one big step forward.

"Describe them" I ask her. But to me, it felt like ordering her. It was disturbing to talk to someone like this. I hated it. I detested it. It was if talking to a slave.

As if I were like the Capitol. NO. I couldn't handle it anymore. I can't. I just can't. I look back at her. It was so......evil. To force her to come her. To threaten her. I couldn't anymore.

"I--I'm sorry," I stumble. My voice has no tone. It is just blank. "I can't handle forcing you any longer. If you would like, you could leave. If you stay, just know that at one point in time, I gave you a choice."And then I find myself thinking of the time outside the mines.

"I will give you 5 minutes to leave." I say, "When I come out of my room, I'll either see you or not. So see you in 5 minutes.....or not" And with this, I walk inside my room and lock the door.

Quint:District 12

5 minutes. That's how long I wait for her to leave...or stay. I open the my room and step out. And then I see what her choice was. She had......stayed.

She is leaning against the tattered couch. Her arms crossed. I wonder why she had stayed. Did she want to stay? No, after all I threatened her with, I don't think she would want to stay. But then, what other reason was there?

"Hi" I say. Greeting her was somewhat uncomfortable. I don't consider her a friend. But I don't consider a enemy either. It's like some sort of purgatory. Where I'm in some sort place that isn't friendship, but it isn't rivalry. To me anyways. For her, it might be a whole other story. I want to know why she stayed, but that would take too much of my time. I had to get to it.

"So, know that you've chosen to stay, I would like make an acquaintance," I reach out my hand for her to shake. "The name's Quint."

Quint:District 12

"Myla" was all she said. No "Hi, I'm Myla" or "Hey, great to meet you, I'm Myla", but I wasn't expecting much, especially from a girl whose life I had threatened.

"Well....Myla," I nodded once when I spoke her name. Myla. It was a pretty name, but to me, it didn't match her personality. She was fierce and strong in mind. I would expect a name that started with a "Z" before even considering "Myla".
"You have a pretty name." I say, but I don't let her answer because then, I immediately get to the point. The climax of our meeting. The climax of our argument. The climax of our beginning.

"So...I think you've figured out why I want you here, but just to make sure...I want you to train me to fight. To survive. To kill." I say. I await her reaction. Yep, this was our beginning alright. If she thought this was a one-day thing, she had another thing coming.
Yep, this was our beg

Quint: District 12

Her attitude. It's what she really is build up from. Well, I ignore her comment and hesitate to answer.

But then her comment somewhat gives me a better idea. If she's a wanderer, she's a runaway...which means... if she lives in the forest, why can't I? I let a moment of silence pass by. Then I announce my decision.

"You're free to leave now. I'll take you're advice and live in the forest....." I pause for about 15 seconds, just to brace the impact of her mood explosion. "....but you're coming with me, or should I say...I'm coming with you..."

I look away from her face and congratulate myself for such a clever idea. I smile and my eyebrows raise. I mimic her just to annoy her. It was a habit of mine. I get my experience from being a little brother and everything like that.

"Hello Ms. Myla, welcome to Survival Training 101."

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Wow. I didn't see that coming. Her hand slaps my face. It leaves a red mark. No bruises though. But it stings. I don't wince. I don't show weakness. I don't hit back. I can't. I won't. It isn't me. I don't hit girls. Instead, I just smile and touch the red mark.

"Good. You're a really good teacher. You now how to discipline too." My smile grows even wider. Man, I could keep going all day and night.

"But, you do know that now that you've hit me." I laugh reassuringly. "I could use "Trespassing" and "Assault" against you."

I lean against the wall and smile once again. She was fun. Well, It was to get her mad at least.

"So, I guess, we should start packing then, huh?" And with that, I smile.