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Your waiting…Just waiting….You take a deep breath and watch each of your fellow tributes disappear one by one..thoughts fly through your mind..”What will I show them?” “What will they say?” “W
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ill my abilities get me enough sponsors to get me home?” The sound of your name puts your thoughts to a hault. It is your turn to go show the judges what you can do, you take a deep breath and step through the door…so here's your fan question of the week
“What would YOU show the gamemakers in your private training session? What abilities do you possess that will get you through this session with a top score?”
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I Would do as Mags says in Cathing fire. I would take a freaking NAP…!!!! _HAHA
hmm i think i would show them how well i can stay hidden
I’d probably show 1) my agility 2) my “stealth” (idk what you call going around undetected) and 3) my powerful throws.launches and quick reflexes
I haven’t thought about what I’d show them… They’re waiting for me… “THINK FAST!” I silently panic. “Archery? Or what… my aggressiveness?” I painfully laugh at myself. “I have no talent. I’ll shred up a dummy with a dagger. I wonder how long I’ll live in the games…- NO!” I mentally put myself to a halt. Now is not a time to have an argument with myself!
I’ve got one.
I ominously walk into the cold training center, my footsteps echoing through the halls, my eyes dare not meet the Seneca’s stony stare, leaving a mysterious impression. I take my time, picking up a bow and a single arrow. I take a berry from the camouflage area. I squish the berry with my right thumb, watching the black juice flow from underneath. Holding my breath, I carefully press my stained thumb on the wall. I walk to the other end of the room. It seemed I lurched forward in time, and before I knew it, my arrow was aimed at the finger print on the wall.
What a lucky shot! Are tributes allowed to send arrows through the wall? I slowly turn myself toward the unimpressed eyes. My gaze shoots back to my feet, my head solemnly hanging. “Dismissed”.
ok…. well this one is most like me:
i acually do archery so id show them my skills with the bow and arrow. I can also sneak around withought getting noticed, well acually, im good at hiding. That to
my fake one.
im called in and i gulp. This could determine if I will live or die. I get in and look around. I go to archery and shoot with a bow and arrow for a while. Perfectly getting difficult shots, like the middle of an O on the plants and animals book, or the tiny dot I put on a dummy all the way across the room. After a few shots and the gamemakers approving nods, I go to the throwing knives and eaisly make as perfect shots as I did with the bow and arrow. Lastly id go to the camoflage. now most of the gamemakers aren’t looking at me. i camoflage myself and litteraly without a single noise sneak over to the gamemakers and lay compleatly flat at Senca’s feet. After a bit they turn around, confused they cant see me and it takes everything I have not to laugh. “Kyra?” Senca says. “yes.” I reply. he looks down. “where are you.” i open my eyes and say, “here.” the other gamemakers crowd around smiling and laughing. “dismissed.” one says. I walk out thinking, “i gotta get at least a ten!”
To be honest my main skill is running, long distance, whatever, I can run forever. But probably I would show them knife throwing (i’m wicked with a blade) or archery. So far these along with a million episodes of Man Vs. Wild are the best chances I have. Not sure which I would decide to show them though, depends on if there was a huge track in the training room!;)
Oh, I don’t know what I would do really… I’m not athletic at all. I suppose if I’d live in Panem it’d be diffirent.
I would probably show them my hiding skills and randomly throw some knives. :3
I would totally show them my monkey bar skills and my awesome knife skills and my (weak but effective) lifting weights skills and then (if they have them) show them my gun skills
I’m a ballet dancer. So I would find a way to translate that into stealth. Tip toeing noiselessly, blending into trees, which I can swiftly climb and fly from the branch to branch. Dropping down on people from above, basically no one would notice me until they are irreversibly on their way to death.
I would show them my totally awesome flexibility and a little bit of everything else!! (including my ninja skills)
I walk into the room, eyes glued to floor. I grab tarp and a knife and start cutting the tarp,I grab a bow and rip out the string to sew dress. I take the knife and make slashes on the side for an open back. I flip over the dress and place it on a mannequin dummy that issued to bow and arrow practice, I cross sew the back with just my fingers and the bow string. I take the berries for camaflouge and start painting the dress various blacks and reds. I take a bow and leave with a smirk on my face.
I would introduce my self firsts, and them shower them with compliments.
I would shower them with compliments.
um i guess i would show the gamekeepers my abilities to climb trees, or my sense of survival. i’m pretty good with plants and nuts. i’m also kind of impulsive. i can handle a knife pretty well… i can surely count on my aim. my only trouble is walking silently… but my hearing and sight are very good. i am very deductive and fast too.
I think I would use my smallness to show where I could hide or my agility to throw things. I can catch things really well too. I’m also good at throwing a punch. lol
If I had to choose one thing to show them out of all the things to think of impressing them with I would choose my best attribute. That would be my aggressiveness. I tend to just jump out and go for it. I’m not afraid but if I ever am I can sprint to safety leaving them and the world behind me. My aggressiveness could and will help me get the job done and fast. My aggressive attitude tends to naturally get my adrenaline going which reminds me of how excited I am for the movies. Anyways, showing them how I can lunge forward and how I can run as swift as an eagle flying yet get down to business and finish what needs to be done in the arena like a lion attacking prey. I would hope for sure that the odds would be in my favor and get a high score.
As I walk into the room my eyes stare the GameMakers down as if they are my prey, and perhaps they are. I want them to see I’m a survivor; a fighter and I will fight for my life in that arena. I will show them I am brave, but my heart fails me. I swear it beats SO loud they couldn’t hear themselves think. I think: What do I have to show them? Back at home I’m one of the fasted girls in my class, I will show them my speed. The room is a whirl as a run like I have never ran before, I run for my life. I demonstrate what I can do with a sword on the dummy to my left. I cut off limbs with one swift movement or thrust it through it’s chest. I work with intensity and purpose. When they call to dismiss me I look at them with the same venomous eyes and I did upon entering and then walk out with my head held high and back straight.
depends if I was in a career District or not, I say I would be in 4 but I would also like to be in 10.
So if I was from 10 I would pull a weakling angle. I would totally screw up burst out in tears, apologize. Oh totally mess up edible plants on purpose, shoot a knife into the ceiling,um blow some darts on the floor. Make a mess of the camouflage the like.
4 I would probably try and do my best. I would probably do something with a knife. I dunno that seams like the weapon I would use in the games, like a butcher knife. Rip a dummy to shreds. I am smart so I would probably head over to edible substances and ace the test.
That’s be my strategy.
I gulp as the male tribute is called in. I have fifteen minutes tops to think of my “talent”. I’m ok at knife throwing, but isn’t everyone? I’m sure the careers are twenty times better than me at sword fighting, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, you name it. I’ve got nothing… nothing. wait, that’s not true. I’ve got brains, and I’ve got a burning hatred for the capitol. I’ve already written myself off, I know I’ll never make it home alive… so why not go out with a bang?
All to soon I’m called in to the training room. I take small steps in, still working on my finishing touches for my plan. I stand in the middle of the room looking up at Gamemakers. I stand just like this for a few minutes. staring at them so intensely they slowly abandon their conversations to stare nervously at me.
Now that I have their attention I go straight to work, I jog over to the knife throwing station a select a very delicate looking knife with a wickedly curved blade. I walk back over to my position in front of the Gamemakers, while standing in front of them just minutes ago, I noticed the “chink” in their force. I plan to throw the knife straight into the chink, blowing up the force field, and hopefully myself and the Gamemakers in the process. I reposition the hold on my knife and bring back my arm.
I have one chance to make this. One chance. I throw my arm forward with all the strength I can muster, letting the knife fly from my hand. The Gamemakers know what I’m doing a second to late. Some try to dive out of the way, others stand frozen in place.
Time seems to slow down as the knife travels through the air, I stand stock still waiting fro knife to hit home, and it does, right on target. there’s a moment where nothing happens and I’m afraid I’ve failed, afraid that the knife did nothing but scare and anger the Gamemakers. But at that moment I’m blown backwards by the explosion, blue light blinds me and I’m thrown into the wall with such force that I know I’ve broken something very important.
I lay on the floor paralyzed by pain. I know that some of the Gamemakers are still alive by the moans that come from all around me.
Why am I not dead? the question is on my mind as I lay on the floor. the question turns into something more than just a question
“WHY AM I NOT DEAD!?” I scream inside my mind. I have to die now. if I don’t the rest of my life will be dragged out as long as possible, by the capitol, they will torture me until all I know is pain.
Why can’t I just die?
Because death would be to merciful.
Not last but close. Everytime a person leaves, the question digs further into my mind ‘What am i going to show them?’. I clench my fist and dig my nails into my hand. ‘What have i been taught to do my entire life?’ I think of past victors and the weapons they used. One weapons name rings in my head.
“Clementine!” A voice calls out my name down the silent hall. It is now MY turn to ‘show them everything ive got!’
I walk in, eyes trained on the weapon rack in front of me. I pick up the silver, light weight axe. Obviously made by the Capital and not by my District. Only if my District knew that they were trying to replicate our well know weapon ever so closely. Every year they put some in the arena, but they just dont look right and now that i have one in my hand i know they dont feel right either.
I take the center of the room and look at all the targets and dummies but somehow those just wont settle for what i want to do. I grab a dummy and drag it over twenty feet from the center. Next thing i do is go to the camoflauge center and grab the brightest most disgusting colours and paint a weird face on it. What do i do next? I walk over to the plant section rip up some flowers and long grass and minipulate it until it takes on the shape of a wig. I stick the ‘wig’ on the dummies head. I have now completely transformed the dummy into a Capitol citizen.
This is where my District 7 background comes in, i pick the axe back up stand in the middle of the room again and throw it at its chest. What happens is, instead of the axe landing in the dummies chest it inbeds it self in its head instead.
I turn on my heal and look up for the first time at the game makers. To my suprise the half that isnt drunk are actually looking at me and watching me.
It finally hits me ‘what did i just do?’
Before I know it they are calling my name, I stand up and straighten my shirt and loosen my shoulders and walk in. I still don’t know what am going to do. When I get inside the training centre there are many weapons placed around the room. I look around at them for a moment and then realize i’m wasting time. I have had a few training lessons with spears, axe and knife throwing but what i am best at is sword fighting. I had done a bit before i came to the capital. Sword fighting with sticks with my best friend Patrick. I also had practiced alot in training. I stroll over to the sword fighting area and try to slow my breathing. They can probably hear my heart beating at the rate it’s going. I pick up a leathel looking sword but then change to a smaller one. I take a quick glance over at the table the gamemakers are at there are about two looking at me the rest are drooling over the feast in front of them. To get the rest of their attention i hit the ground with my sword. They are all looking at me now. I go to the knife throwing station and get ready. Then i think this isn’t enough this won’t impress them the food in front of them is more interesting then me. I go to the knot tying station and tie a tight knot and hang a bag full of sand to it used for holding targets down. I then roll forward come up cut the head of the knife throwing maniquin stab another in the stomach and throw the sword it digs deep into the bag and sand spills down thuding against the cold black tiles. I go and pick up the sword and turn it over and over in my hands staring at them looking pretty brave. Some a giving me nods some are staring at the bag of sand hanging from the rope looking quite impressed. But there are two who i feel like screaming at who are chatting about how fabulous the food there eating is. I’m standing there for a short moment until one of the men who were talking about the food speaks up. “You may go now district 12.” I give him a look that makes him look at me in disbelief. I throw my sword on the ground and walk out feeling quite impressed with my performance.
I could win this I think as i shoot up the elevator.
“Misty!” My heart is pounding as I hear them call my name. I stand up tall and try to relax. I enter still thinking about what I will do. They look at me impatiently. I run over to the knife throwing station. I grab the two wickedest knives I find and go over to the training dummies. I easily cut one to shreads and leave the knives there. Then I run over to the archery station and grab a quiver of arrows and a bow. I notch an arrow and send it to the lighting fixtures and sparks come raining down. I light the tip of an arrow on fire and send
it flying to the game makers table, lighting their roast beef on fire. I lastly go up to their table and take the plate of chicken that was also on the table and head out dismissing my self. Before I go I dump the punch bowl on Senca’s head. I smile walking out with my plate of chicken and go up to District 12′s floor.
I would make something that resembled the capitol then paint 13 on my forehead and grab some stuff and throw it at the capitol thing.. to show 13 is coming!
I think i would show them my speed, then i would throw some knives, then go to the edible substances, then the camouflage station. Yep that’s what i would show them.
My skills: I do archery, for real, so I would definitely show the game makers something with the bow and arrows. I am also pretty good at sneaking around unnoticed, so i would find some way to showcase that. I am also a fast runner so I would show them my speed and agility. I’m not too weak either so i would maybe lift a weight or two or throw something heavy. I am not making up any skills that i do not posses, here.
I would also try to do something, also that smacks of rebellion. I don’t know maybe paint a mocking jay with the juices from the camouflage section.
I would show my skills and then slap them in the face.
Happy Hunger Games Seneca Crane! I hope you fall in punch.
i would throw a knife at the dummy’s heat and hope for the best, and maybe camouflage myself so it looks like im not event there.
i meant heart when i said heat, sorry
even when i said event
Hm. I’m not too big on weapons or combat, my main skills are in creativity, lying, cleverness, skill in rationing/cooking food, and ability to read people. I would probably just use the time to practice some skills that I’m not so good at, spears, broadswords, the bow’n'arrow, and other stuff. I might do something with poison (slip some into a Gamemakers food, and just before he eats it, stop him/her). I would probably get a low score in the 5 to 7 range, which would be what I was aiming for, that way no one would know my true skills, so I could use them in the arena without the Gamemakers knowing exactly what I might be doing/planning.
Id want to show them my stealth, witts (brains) , flexibility, knot tying, blending in ( lik peeta I’m an artist) ,plant spotting, and climbing skills. But because those people are the ones planning my death, and only watching me to find my weaknesses so they know how to kill me. Ill show them my immitation skills. Like ill just sit there in the middle of the training arena, staring blankly at their faces,just watching them to show them I’m smarter than they think I am. to show them what they are doing… watching and that I’m not stupid to show them my strengths and weaknesses. To show the capitol ” I’m not a piece in their games “. To show them I can win their stupid hunger games and can take anything they throw at me. And when they dismiss me I’m going to show them how well my disobedience is by just walking around the room lik I didn’t hear a thing. Not even paying attention to them and when they give up on trying to make me leave, I’m gonna slowly and calmly walk toward the exit without a care in the world. And as soon as I get to that door I’m gonna turn around, smile my huge ridiculous smile at their faces, wave like there are some great old friend of mine, say in a serious tone and face ” I dismiss myself “. Smile again and say ba-bye and skip out of that room as gaily and happily as inhumanly possible, (under the circumstances).
*Yeah nobody messes with this. lol
I am actually pretty good with archery,starting fires, and tieing nots….so this is what I would do….
I stood by the door, waiting for one of the Gamemakers to call my name so I could begin my private session. Because I was in district 12 we were always last, so I waited for what seemed like forever. The girl from district 11 finally came out from her session and a gamemaker came to get me. I had already planned what I was going to do days before. I knew I wouldnt have long, and maybe not long enough to do what I wanted so I hurried. I went over to the not tieing station and made a circle with the rope and then got a spear and rapped some rope around it, so it was like a stand. I then went over to the fire building station and built a fire then took a twig and caught it on fire then took it over to the rope and caught it on fire. I then went over to the archery station and grabbed a bow and arrow. I needed at least a few more minutes, and I knew that the Gamemakers were getting a little irritated. I walked about 50 or more feet away from the stand I had made and let the rope catch on fire till it was blazing. I aimed my arrow and it show perfectly through the loop of the rope I had made at the top, and it didnt catch fire. The Gamemakers clapped a little then I backed up about another 20 feet and shot another which went through perfectly, like the first. The Gamemakers began to whisper to themselves a little and then nodded, meaning I was finished…but I wasnt. I backed up another 20 feet or so and shot another arrow and it went through, just like the first two times. The Gamemakers clapped some more and then the one Gamemaker came down and told me my time was up. I left my private session with a smirk on my face knowing that I had defintly scored a higher number.
Hahaha, mine isnt the best, but I tried.
@Kylie- Yours is my favorite
I can shoot a bow and arrow. No joke. I’m not just trying to be like Katniss (which a lot of people wish they could be like her). I can also climb trees, seriously. Another thing i can do is run. I’m a really fast runner which is certainly a plus in the arena. Because how are supposed to escape someone who’s coming after you if you can’t run.
Since I am not athletic at all, I would show them nothing! I’m dead serious! I would throw a couple of failed knife throwing attempts and be done with it! I would get such a low score that no one will come after me in the arena! That way, I can just hide and wait for the other tributes to kill each other!
I’m not very athletic, I’m more artistic, and VERY good with animals.
1) I Run VERY Fast but have Low Stamina. So fast but short distances
2) I’m a talented singer. Maybe I can serenade them to sleep… or something.
3) I’m good at animal charming…
4) Close Combat, pretty good at that.
Probably not ment for the games…. xD Still love the books though!
I would run in, and using my stealthiness, tiptoe around until they say ‘Where’s Lola?’ Then I would just appear in front of their faces and run around and jump and show off my agile rolls
I wait at the door for my name to be called. I have been waiting too long. A thought occurs.
Isn’t there supposed to be people guarding me? Hmm, well, there’s not. And guess what? There’s a large vent in the ceiling… I climb up the metal walls, using tiny, hardly any hand holds and open the vent. Quietly, so nobody finds me. Maybe I can escape this land of torture before I’m thrown into the Games. I step into the vent, and freeze when it makes an echoing clang. I wait. Nobody comes.
I climb through the ceiling vents, and pray that I’m light enough so that they won’t break and send me falling who knows how many feet. I don’t think it will break, to be honest. I’m 13, and small for my size.
Finally I come to…what?!? A dead end. But underneath my hands and knees is another small vent to which I can see into another room. I realize that it is the training center. And who is practicing for the Gamemakers? It’s that boy who was just sitting around while the other tributes trained. Many of the tributes assumed he was weak. But here I see him now, a sword in hand, murdering dummies.
I stare at the other tribute as he plunges his capitol-made sword into the dummy’s chest, and from what I can see from my view it would be his heart. Let me see…this was the eighth tribute who entered. So…this guy was from district four. The boy was slightly bigger than me, and he looked like he could be in the career group.
I glanced over at the Gamemakers. They were eating their capitol meals, which equaled to a whole roasted pig, about a dozen bowls of fruit, and intricate cakes. Still, their attention didn’t falter from the tribute boy in the center of the room. Finally the boy is excused, and the District 5 girl is called in.
That’s when I realize that I should be getting back before I’m called. Who knows what they’ll do me if I’m found. I turn stiffly around and crawl back through the vent, which seemed smaller than when I started crawling through it. When I’m at the exit/entrance vent I slowly open it to the face of a Gamemaker.
“I knew you were in here,” he says quietly.
“I…I…”
“Suzanna!” a voice calls me. Already? I think. Just a second ago the district five girl…Did it really take me that long to get through the vent?
I glance at the gamemaker, who points to the door. Inside the training center I show them my awesome skills with a bow and a sword. I don’t know what I’ll be rated, but what I do know is that I have something that the others don’t have. A clue. And a higher risk of death.
I would get a dummy and but it behind me, then get two knives,cover them in camo paint, put a mirrior infront of me, then throw the knives behind me and it should hit the dummy. Hopefully. And then,i will pull out the knives and paint with camo all over the dummy. (;
Hmmm, that’s a hard one, nah, I’ll show them my ability to pursuade and how flexeble i am
Well, since I do archery I would show then that even though am not the best shot. Either that or I would 1.grab a knife 2.go to the camo station 3.grab red paint and 4.put on an act about how I might die. then just lay on the ground twitching until they dismiss me!
If I was able to swim, I would. Just like Finnick! <3
im strong and competative! and i have a killer survival instinct. i wouldent allow my self to get killed. i can push threw any pain and still stay on top. i would go crazy.