Preparation [archer]

I focused on my technique as I started to train with my trainer. He helped with the Ju Jitsu stick and he played as my opponent. Hand to hand combat was important, especially before the reaping. Yes, I had a chance of going into the Games, but not a big one. My name was just put in each year, not tessera or anything.

I must have been day dreaming because my trainer knocked me down to the may holding my stick against my own strength. "You have to pay attention! No day dreaming! You could have been dead by now!" he snapped at me.

I regained my control on the stick, positioned my legs in a certain way, and pushed the stick up, I jumped up with it and pinned him against the wall the stick at his throat. He smiled at me while regaining his breath. "You forgot about my sneak attack." I said laughing a bit with a smirk on my face. He nodded in approval.

I released him and he told me I could take a break. I corrected my ponytail and walked over to get my bottle of water and sit down against the wall and adjust the wraps on my hands to keep them from blistering. I noticed a boy to my right, sitting in a chair. He sees young, maybe just entered in the reaping. He didn't look like a career and I haven't seen him around often.

"Why hello there, I don't think I've seen you around before." I said kind of sharply but a tinge of sugar to it. He seemed to work. But I don't know where. Never seen an outfit like that on a young boy like him.

I raised my eye brow in astonishment, then narrowed my eyes with a grin. "Forging weapons eh? Sounds illegal to me, that's cool." I said slyly with a tinge of mock in it. I didn't know exactly what to forge weapons was, but like I said, it sounded illegal. I took a sip of water and looked at him. He was smaller than me, not by much but I was still taller.

"so have you ever trained before? You know anyone can become a career, even you boy. Even though you work forging weapons." I hinted to him placing my elbows on my knees and looking up at him. I could teach him, I could be his mentor! I've neer taught anybody, I mean, I was still in training myself, but it could happen. I patted the ground next to before him to sit down so we could talk.

I looked at him oddly, maybe he had no idea what he ever got himself into, should i warn him?No, he can figure it out himself. He started to say how he didn't like to train. That as an odd thought to me, why wouldn't he want to train? Doesn't he want to win if he ever got reaped? He said it was about something that happened a while ago. I studied his eyes with my cat-like stare. They seemed a bit hurt, not from physical pain, from emotional. Memories? maybe, they can be very hurtful. i never had any hurtful memories though. My life was perfect, except for those occasional boys who like to take advantage of me for a night. I snapped my focus back to him and looked at him once again with my sly- cat eyes.

"Have you ever been to the detention center? Ever watched the games, i suggest you train just encase." i said with a pushy tone. I really wanted to teach him something, it would be new to me, and give me something to do.