p u p i l // [Gaby]

Night cuddled up against District Two, embracing it in black and dots of white. The air was cold but still. Eedun was still up, cleaning up after the careers who all rushed home at dinner time. He picked up a dinner knife off of the floor. The Peacekeepers wouldn't let him keep anything too dangerous in his warehouse. No arsenals to plot against the Capitol with. Just blunted practice swords and dinner knifes. Of course, one can make a weapon if they're desperate enough.

Eedun made a mental note to incorporate improvised weapons into tomorrow's training. He could bring in some tree branches and rocks and challenge the students to arm themselves. That would be an interesting lesson indeed.

His house of life and death was quiet tonight. Mr. Naka had become accustom to the shouts and noises of training during the day that he despised the silence that night brought.

Eyeing the knife in his hand, Naka walked to the nearest target and raised his arm so the point of the dull blade was in line with the red center. He closed one eye, then switched to the other. He swung his arm back, and then back up, over and over until finally he let go of the hilt. The knife spun through the air until the blunt blade thumped against the target.

He licked his lips, screwing his face up and nodded vigorously to himself.

Still got it.

Eedun walked up to where his knife had fallen to the floor and bent down to pick it up.

I wonder...

He threw the knife in the air, letting it spin over once before catching it by the handle. Then, in one fluid motion threw it at the partially open door only to see a pale face framed with long dark hair.

"Wah-," was the only noise that escape his throat before the knife slammed into the wood of the door beside the newcomer's head.

Shit.