:| Mixed Bloods |: {Dars; blitz}

It had been…overwhelming. Meeting people, avoiding people, talking to people, avoiding more people. Everything about training was—people. Any one of them could be a killer; any one of them could have taken pleasure in driving a knife into our chests. Yet not all were the same. Despite my feelings on meeting the other tributes, I had found them surprisingly okay. Even the big tribute from District 11 wasn’t the bloodthirsty giant I had expected him to be; in fact, he was more like a teddy bear than a murderer.

Still, I made sure to steer clear of the Careers. Technically speaking, it would have been better for my survival if I was on good terms with them, but I wasn’t ready to expose myself to them and it made more sense not to speak a word to them unless I had to. They were terrifying, angry, deadly and the further I could keep myself from death until we were sent into the arena, the better it was for my sanity.