Public Training Sessions
Feb 18, 2021 1:21:54 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 18, 2021 1:21:54 GMT -5
An evaluation of watching your allies insides explode.
Garner F, District Six.
Introduction
There is no denying that I am probably the most useless tribute there is here. I think the trainers have given up on showing me how to swing a sword or throw a knife. I am thirteen, I am no expert like these blood crazy careers. Except I have some useful knowledge that I could use to my advantage in the arena. If I get my ass out of the bloodbath quick enough. ”I am from District Six. I don’t know how to swing swords but I do know how to prepare bowels.” It is time to use butt boy to my advantage. A lifetime of being the son of two gastroenterologist, there must be something in my big head to get me out of this. ” Dysentery has always been a sad and sorry way to go. I have not seen it happen while I have been alive in the Hunger Games, why not spice things up against the much loved…decapitations? Well, I am going to show you how I will do just that.” I explain to the gamemakers who sit up and above, whether they care to listen or not. Let’s just waste both of our times.
Ingredients
It took some persuasion and head scratches for the first aid trainer to gather the ingredients that I wanted. There are many medicines just to prep the bowels for procedures like colonoscopies, but I choose the ones with the easy to remember names. All those hours wasted reading textbooks are really starting to pay off. Thankfully, the medicines have been delivered. I pick them up off the first aid table, three vials worth just as I asked. I bring them to the centre of the room to present to the audience.
”Number One – magnesium sulfate.
Number Two – potassium sulfate
Number Three – sodium sulfate.
These are common drugs used in bowel preparations, they will make any dehydrated tribute’s insides quickly escape out of the back exit…“
I extend each vial in front of me as I announce its name. ”Of course I’d need all of these sponsored to me so that this demonstration could be displayed in real life.” A grin plants itself on my face and I flash a wink to anyone who can actually see my teeny tiny eyes from that far away.
”Other ingredients I will use are prunes, figs, flax seeds and beans. All-natural laxatives just to give an extra kick. “ Again, all the requested food stuff are on the survival table. They did not make it easy for me by putting them all in the space. I am wasting time just by gathering all the tools.
Methodology.
I grab a canteen filled with water and bring it to the centre of the room where all the foodstuff and medicines sit on the floor. I have been told repeatedly by how important the number they will grade me with is. How I should really try hard to show my best. But this is my only best. The academic kid who likes to play dares. What more is there really to share about me? There are no nerves, I already know I am a failure. I will be lucky to get a number higher than how many hairs I have on my balls.
I pour the medicines into the canteen, along with a few crushed figs and prunes and a sprinkle of the flax seeds.
”No. I would not even want a single sip of this concoction. Any desperate tribute will drink it, the fruits hide the medicine’s taste. Though there are a few simple ways that I can get someone to digest it…”
Really, I had not thought about this. I just hoped anyone dying of dehydration would happily take a full canteen filled with any liquid…I raise the canteen above my head before making up the ways in which I would get it down someone’s throat.
”Number one – simply offer it to my allies who are thirsty. Seems simple enough. They will not expect a thing.” Nanette has been too kind to me. I hope the other tributes are not able to see me telling the gamemakers how I would slowly kill them, by slowly depleting their body fluids.
”Number two – it is a trap! By simply leaving this canteen out in the arena. Any desperate tribute who has not drank in a day may be drawn by the sweet scent of the figs and prunes inside.” I am really starting to struggle on listing more ways. How many should I list? Is five a good number? Or four? Maybe four…
”Number three – Force it down their throat! I will get my allies to pin them down and I will simply pour it down their throat…” It is hard to contain my laugh at that one, there is a chuckle as I say throat. Really, how am I going to force it down someone’s throat? Me, the skinny tiny thirteen year old baby.
”And finally, number four – I will just dare them. I dared someone to jump off a building. They did it. They are dead now…” It is a lie. A lie. A lie. A lie.
Results
I need someone to drink it. They will not die; they can get care in the Capitol…hopefully. They told me avoxes are the live dummies. People whose lives have already been taken away from them. ”I need someone to drink this.” I turn to the shadows behind me, there are many faces. Trainers and avoxes hidden away. A trainer ushers a young male towards me. He must barely be twenty years old and already has lost his tongue and is now forced to shit out his insides so that I can get number etched against my name.
I hand the canteen to him. Slowly, the avox tips the contents into his throat. Every drop. It is a lot. An over prescribed dose of the bowel preparation. He really did not need to drink that much. Just even a sip would have been enough. ”He did not have to gulp it down but I guess the effects may kick in a bit quicker…” There really was no hesitation from the avox. How painful must his life be that he would trade it for a sharp bout of diarrhoea? He drops the canteen at my feet, grabbing onto his stomach. He is quickly on the floor, curled up in a ball.
”I would get him some water and to a toilet…quickly.”
Conclusion
I just stand over the avox for a few seconds. Nobody is quick on escorting my dummy to the nearest water cubicle, they will have a lot to clear up if they are not fast enough. Then the smell quickly hits. It is rancid. I pinch my nose and turn to the gamemakers. ”Well I will leave you with this stinky boy…” I just wave and leave. I do not think I will be eating much at dinner tonight.
DR ELYSIUM H. CARTER
An arched eyebrow ten seconds into the session was a promising sign. Elysium had slightly heightened expectations for District Six, home of the medically-proficient. Their prowess in the fields of science would never compare to her own, but she planned to judge them with a fair amount of leniency. She cannot expect genius out of a simple child from a middle district.
His performance reminded her of a high school chemistry lecture. A list of ingredients, a description of their purpose, and a live demonstration. With a real subject, nonetheless! What was the point of an experiment with no subjects?
Alas, doubt still planted itself in her conscience. Tributes who betrayed their allies were slim nowadays, and she did not expect a young child to break a mold that few others could. A "trap" could work, if the other tributes were imbeciles. Definitely more plausible than a betrayal.
The rest were a child's fantasy. Impossible.
Elysium could not contain her delight when he motioned the Avox over. A chemistry experiment gone rancid - quite literally, thanks to the smell - and it was horrible to watch. Her cup of tea. The corners of her lips twitched upwards. Oh, how she hoped he actually killed somebody this way. Her counterparts were not so pleased with the Avox abuse, but when would the training center ever see something like this again? Points for creativity.
She wrote a neat seven next to his name.