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kill our way to heaven |ronan&rex| Feb 19, 2019 18:59:28 GMT -5

Post by Cato on Feb 19, 2019 18:59:28 GMT -5

Rex Antilles

I'm not looking forward to training, but I step into the room anyway. I remember what Kate said about the survival stations being important. I remember her saying to focus on them. To learn to trap, to make fires, to hide myself. All of those things are important which is why I am here now. I'm not sure where to begin though. There's so much to take into consideration, and so much I need to actually learn. Fighting is important, and I believe that everyone wants me to learn to fight, but I'm not sure where to even begin. I take a breath before making my way over to the fire starting station. Fire can cook food, and it can help me keep warm at night instead of freezing to death, but it can also make me easier to find. I guess that's where trapping will come in.

At first, I listen to the trainer. He explains the different woods and which are better for starting fires. He almost looks bored, and I guess he's not used to having someone come over for a lesson. Yet he talks with his heart, and he's so easy to follow. I pick up some wood and stack them in a triangle, and then I take some grass, and place them around the wood pile just as he says. Starting a fire without matches seems difficult, but he does it with ease, and I want to match his skills. I take a couple sticks of my own knowing friction can start a spark, and I start rubbing the two sticks together as fast as I can, but it's not working. I can see the smoke, but it's not good enough.

That's when I'm distracted by a voice, and he doesn't seem like he's one wanting to make friends. I simply shrug my shoulders as the sticks fall out of my hand landing on the ground beside me. I knew bullies would come here, but I'm not about to let someone belittle me. I can't help the name my parents gave me when I was born. I take a breath before pushing myself into a standing position. The boy isn't one I want to mess with, but I'm not going to show I'm afraid. He asks a couple questions, and I don't know what he's looking for. It's like he wants to fight, and I am not down for fighting anyone right now. I don't think my mentors would appreciate it. I sigh softly before locking my eyes on his. "I got a game plan. Doesn't concern you now does it?"

81st Hunger Games

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