silence/swf thread(yoya,kaplan)

The Capitol looks nothing at all like District 12. I've heard stories about how well Capitolites have it. Now that i see it in person, it makes my hatred towards people even stronger. They have so elegant everything. They should have enough money to help more than just the career districts. The lower districts, especially 12, needs money. Dicks. I shake it off and wait for the long train ride to be over.

The first day or so of living in the Capital is much better than my entire life back in 12. No one bothered me, except for our escort when he showed us around. After who knows long of getting used to everything, I finally go to the training room. Most of the other tributes arrived. I look at the stations, eventually finding the camouflage station. So my baking skills CAN come in handy here.

I start decorating my left arm in order to get used to all the different styles of paint they have here, before a flash of light catches my eyes. Turning my head, I find myself looking at two of the younger tribs at the knife station. I notice that the male is trying to help the female out with them for some reason. Eyeing them, I finish up the art on my arm. I need meat shields an alliance for the games, and the midget boy knows what he's doing. I could teach them a few tricks myself

I walk over, pick up a knife, twirls it and stabs a dummy. I was tempted to add fire to it, but I highly doubt they'd let us due to someone "accidentally" setting someone else on fire. I pull out the knife and slash the dummy as though it were a piece of cake. I put down the knife and look at the little kids with a slightly demeaning look. Better make them fear you, so they won't get attached, right?

Before I leave them, I hear midget boy agreeing to join me in the alliance. It made me happier So I triumphed. I succeeded in getting my human shields alliance together. These games better rock. We're gonna rule them.

I arrive at the fire stations with what they had, which appeared to be very little. On the table, they had a couple boxes of matches, some weird gelatin-like stuff, wood, and what appeared to be a flint. I pick up a thing of the black stuff, and stick my fingers in it. What the hell is this supposed to do? Is this the famous tar used in the games? I decide to put it onto one of the sticks and test it out myself.

I pull out a lighter and place the flaming tip on the tar, and it almost ignites instantly. A large grin spreads across my face. Yes, yes it is. This makes it so much easier to light stuff... much easier than the bakery back home. Never realized how easy it was until now. I look back at the dagger station and an idea comes to mind. I know I've seen past tributes do this in the games, but what if I do it during the PTS? That would be beautiful. I can't wait to test it out.

Then movement of midget boys gets me distracted from my thoughts. What the fuck are they still doing? Is he fucking blushing? I am sure as hell not babysitting two lovebirds. I only offered them to join me so they can protect me. He better not fucking get attached to her. Twat. "So are you two coming over or what?" I hope they realize that what they might have will end. At least one of them is gonna die. No. Both of them are gonna die. I'm gonna win. Still. If one of them do happen to kill me and win, they're gonna miss the other. Fucking dumbasses.